Do You Believe in Past Lives?

 

          Do you believe in reincarnation of the soul? Years ago I would have said absolutely not due to my faith and upbringing as a child. I did not believe in past lives or in reincarnation, and certainly would not have been open to the idea.  

 

However, I found it quite interesting that the subject always seemed to pop up throughout my life at odd times. For instance, on TV shows I watched or in the middle of a conversation with friend; the subject just seemed to follow me.

 

          Then one evening, around Christmas time at my house, I was sitting amongst friends around my kitchen table laughing and having a great time when an old Irish Christmas song came on the radio. Suddenly, as if I were transported back in time, I was not at my kitchen table anymore. My friends had all disappeared and I was sitting on a gold painted throne, slightly raised above a stone covered floor, in a dimly lit castle.

 

I could tell it was dark outside due to two large windows to my far left in what was a very large room or great hall, spanning from ceiling to floor. The environment seemed to be lit by two large wall sconces containing several candles in between the massive windows. I looked around the room to see the walls and floors were made of stone and there was an extremely large fireplace spanning a great deal of length, on the right wall. In the middle of the room was a table that looked like it could sit forty people or more and seemed to be set for an evening dinner.  

 

All of a sudden, I was aware of people signing from the left of where I sat. I looked over to see a choir of people, dressed in old peasant style clothing, who seemed to be looking towards me smiling as they sang the Irish Christmas song happily.

 

I then looked down to see I was wearing a long yellow dress that went to my ankles, made of silk and lace near my neckline. I was very hot from the dress and it felt extremely heavy on my body. I felt cramped from my torso to my chest and I felt it was hard to breath. As I looked down at my cloths I could feel the dress with my two hands, and then saw that I had on lace gloves. These gloves looked handmade and were off white, but beautiful. I soon looked down at my feet to find I had on wooden yellow shoes that were terribly uncomfortable due to my toes being crammed inside. The wooden shoes were painted yellow with cute little white flowers near the front of my toes.

 

I began to wonder where I was. Had I somehow fallen back in time? I questioned.  What was happening? Where in the heck was I? Who are these people? However, I didn’t want to draw any attention to myself or for someone to see or notice that I may be acting strange, odd, or different than normal. Nevertheless, I was curious as to why I didn’t feel like myself. My body felt different, as if I wasn’t really me. Was I somehow someone else? But how could that be possible? I thought to myself.

 

Looking to my right I saw a very large, older, unattractive man with reddish mid-length balding hair, and a shaggy mid-length beard. He was also dressed in yellow sitting beside me. The man seemed to be wearing the same yellow I had on, as if it was planned. The man looked on at the choir expressionless as they continued to sing the old Irish Christmas song.  I glanced down the man’s body as he sat to my right, his legs appeared to be swollen, even scabbed over with sores from his calves to his knees. The sores did not look as if they had been treated well and I felt that the man possibly had a bad case of gout. The large red-headed man had on long white knee high stockings and wooden heeled shoes. But his heels seemed to look higher then my own. Taking a closer at his face, I saw that he looked rather agitated and seemed to move around as if in discomfort, or pain, in his large carved golden throne.

 

I never spoke to anyone, just looked around the room in observation trying to take in the environment. This must be a different time period, I thought. At that moment I abruptly became aware of my head hurting. As if metal was digging into my skull. I lifted my lace covered hand to touch the top of my head and hair to find a tight silk headband made of firm wire. It seemed to have a white lace headdress coming out of it from the back, which flowed down the back of my head and neck.

 

Without warning, the old Irish song ended and I was back in present day time sitting at my kitchen table with my friends in my house.  The red-headed older man in the dim-lit room with the choir had gone and I heard my friends laughing and joking next to me around my table, like nothing had happened at all.

 

After my experience that night memories started to come back to me from my former life. I also began to ask others if this ever happened to them. These memories would often happen during the day and were triggered by a smell, sound, or songs; mostly Irish ones.

 

For example, in another past life memory I had I was sitting at a desk inside a castle tower in a small room with a bed, behind me there seemed to be a staircase going downward.  I was hot inside the room, but the tower did have a medium sized window containing no glass that was wide open.

 

I was writing fast and passionately at my desk and I was proud of what I seemed to be writing down. I felt that I was teaching others through my words. From this passion of writing and teaching, I felt that I must have been a female writer, which was rare during this time period.

 

Soon I became aware of someone coming up the stairs that I feared. I felt it was a man that I truly hated and he was coming to hurt me, or inflict pain upon me. I knew this from past experiences in this memory. I began writing faster and faster, I saw myself in this memory dabbing my quill pen into a little bottle full of black ink as I quickly wrote my thoughts.

 

I was in a hunter green heavy silk dress and was very hot, sweating, and extremely uncomfortable. However, I felt I was used to these awful conditions as it was a part of daily life. Soon I heard the footsteps of the dreaded man coming closer and closer to the top where I sat. Swiftly, I grabbed my writing, ink, and quill and jammed them all into a small hidden drawer underneath my desk and then I turned to face the man I feared. After that, I am jolted back to present day. I have experienced this memory several times and each time I experience more detail, but I never see the man or his face.

 

Soon I began having memories from other past lives taking place in other countries such as: Germany, Paris, and Italy. From this, I began to suspect that I had several past lives. I then used my gifts to ask the angels if these memories I was experiencing were accurate from my past lives and were my own, to which they answered me back with a yes.

 

Today I do a lot of past life readings in order to help people heal and gain an understanding of why they are here living another life again. I find it is mostly due to trauma or a horrific accident ending a person’s life quickly. I also find this is why a lot of people have an excessive fear of things such as water, fire, and/or relationships.

 

I believe, and have seen it myself, that if one faces their own our fears head on, they will move past them and be able to live happily. This is what God wants from us and why we are sent back to earth to live again. We are to break the bad cycles from our pasts and be happy, and only then can we live in Heaven happily for eternity later.

 

 

I have spoken to many people about past lives and have done many past life readings. Many people, like myself, do experience what we call déjà vu moments, and also have memories from past lives. For example, a friend of mine began telling me memories from what she believes to be from her past life. This memory began haunting her at the age of two years old and she has given me permission to tell her story.

 

Sylvia’s story:

 

I was born with a gift and am able to see, perceive, and know things.  I was very fortunate because my family never doubted me when I told them things ever since I was able to talk.

 

Since I was very young, around the age of two, I had a picture in my head of where I used to live in my last life. At night, when it began getting dark out I would start to cry and tell my mother she wasn’t my mother and I wanted to go home. When I got a bit older I’d told her I had a sister and two brothers, and that I died because my throat hurt.

 

My grandma and great grandma would do everything to calm down me because I’d cry so pitifully.  Around the age of six I seemed to stop, but to this day I have a memory of my house and my siblings.

 

Sylvia also told me about a fantastic book regarding a woman’s past life called, Across Time and Death: A Mother’s Search for Her Past Life Children, By Jenny Cockell. Jenny was on several TV shows in the 90’s, including the Phil Donahue TV show, documentaries, and a movie which was made about her past life experiences and memories.

 

Jenny Cockell’s story is amazing because it changed her current life in positive ways due to sharing her story, but it also reunited her past life family members. As I write this, I am currently reading this brave woman’s story now.

 

I also found a very interesting documentary series on Amazon Prime called, The Ghost Inside My Child. This show documents parents whose children suffered from trauma from their past lives in the form of dreams and while awake. Their children often claim that their parents are not their parent saying, “You are not my mother. I have another mother.” As a mother of children myself, this truly must hurt a mothers heart. I can only imagine the pain from hearing these words from your own child.  In addition, these children also claim to live elsewhere and miss their families, or want to go home, just like my friend Sylvia above did.

 

 

So does our soul, which is made of energy, live on to be reincarnated?  Are we able to live multiple lives again and again, and are past lives real for us to learn from? Are these memories and experiences, which I have had and others have had, true and real? The answer is simple, YES!!

 

©Rosella C. Rowe

 

For more information on Jenny Cockell and the Amazon Primes Series:

 

-ACROSS TIME AND DEATH: A MOTHER’S SEARCH FOR HER CHILDREN By Jenny Cockell

 

-Jenny Cockell Website: https://regressionjournal.org/jrt_author/jenny-cockell/

 

-The Ghost Inside My Child, TV Doc. Series, Amazon Prime Video

 

Our Lady of Toledo Shrine:

 

Our Lady of Toledo Shrine is a place of prayer, healing, and forgiveness located on 26 acres of gardens and grottoes with prayer spaces, a Rosary Walk, Stations of the Cross, and a healing water well. It is open to the public daily and located in the city of Toledo in the state of Ohio. It’s a fantastic place to visit even if you are not Catholic.

 

This shrine is special to me for a few reasons: One, I love Mother Mary and Two, information about the shrine was pushed to me via text message on my cell phone from an unknown sender. The message had no contact number or information. 

 

 The first time I received a text regarding the shrine I saw it pop up on my cell phone late at night, while sitting in bed. I first thought that someone must have sent it to me who knew that I loved visiting shrines, perhaps a friend, family member, or client.  But when I looked at the message, I saw the contact information space was blank or sometimes, even missing. This happened each time I received a text regarding the shrine in Toledo throughout the year of 2022.

 

I know what you are thinking! You must have signed up for text messages for the shrine, or someone else signed you up, or put you on a marketing list. But believe me, I checked with everyone and I also found out that the shrine does not have a marketing list, or text notifications.

 

I took this as a strong sign telling me, “You must go to this shrine!” However, I never seemed to have the time to go. I had kids and two businesses, but it mostly was due to a very bad person who was currently in my life.  A person with many mental illnesses who had inched her way into my life, acting as a friend but truly a sick, energy sucking vampire. I’m sure you know the kind! This awful person took up all my time, and on purpose.

 

However, what I find so interesting is that during the times when this person was the most evil, was when I began receiving the text messages about the Toledo Shrine.

 

It all began back in February of 2022. I had kicked this awful person out of my life several months prior and as soon as she was gone, I had instant successes within my family, finances, relationships, and my friends again. I feel she was draining so much that the angels had stopped sending clients and new job prospects because I was simply not able to handle it at the time. However, as soon as she was gone my whole life changed for the better. I was so busy again with my family, traveling, and doing a lot of events for my business; I was happy. This was when I received the 3^rd text message about the shrine in Toledo.

 

Then in December of 2022, my son had given me a cold that quickly turned into a terrible cough and pneumonia which lasted over Christmas and my children’s winter break. This was when I got the final, 4^th text message from the unknown number sending me a Google Map of the Our Lady of Toledo Shrine. This truly blew my mind! I remember thinking, Now I have to go. That it was a HUGE sign! Even though I was sick.

 

I really do think that Mother Mary and my angels pushed the Google Map of the shrine to me. I was really sick, but I got in my car anyway and drove 2 and half hours with my daughter to the Our Lady of Toledo Shrine.

 

          It was cold, and in the dead of winter, and I didn’t look at much information regarding the shrine, but planned on spending the day there even though I was sick

 

I pulled up and couldn’t believe how pretty it was! We got out of the car and walked up towards a huge statue of Mother Mary who was guarded by two Archangels’ I knew very well: Archangel Michael and Raphael. Coincidence, I think not!

 

I began speaking to Mother Mary and soon was surprised to find a puppy at my feet barking and trying to play. I petted the dog and was shocked to see it there since we seemed to be the only ones around. My daughter and I laughed as the dog ran and played with us in such a sweet demeanor. Soon we saw a man come out of the shrine building and walk up to us.

 

          He told us that he was the caretaker for the shrine and told us some information about the shrine, but most importantly he directed us to a well. He said that it was a healing water well and many visitors’ came from all over the world and traveled really far, just to fill up their bottles of its healing waters. I looked at my daughter and thought, This must be the reason Mother Mary and my angels sent me to this wonderful place.

 

          He then took us inside to show us the chapel and gave us both Rosary’s and we began to pray together, however our prayer was soon interrupted by my sudden cough that was made worse by being outdoors in the cold. The cool air triggered it and I couldn’t stop coughing.

 

My daughter got really worried and upset that I couldn’t stop coughing, so I turned away from them both in embarrassment and this is when I saw a bottle of water standing upright on a chair. I had not seen it before coughing, but quickly picked it up. I began to raise it in the air toward the caretaker, asking in a motion if I could have it.  

 

          “Yes, Yes!” he replied to me and told me drink it.

 

 Opening it fast, I began to drink it down and soon my cough stopped. My daughter and the man moved closer, asking me if I was okay and checking on me, which was so kind. But I couldn’t help wondering, “Where in the heck did that water bottle come from? I didn’t see it a minute ago in the chapel when we all were looking around before our prayer.

          My daughter must have thought the same thing because just then she looked at me oddly and then at the bottle. So I asked the caretaker, “Do you know if this was left here? I didn’t see it until I began coughing.”

 

          “He told me he hadn’t seen it before either, but he was glad it was there when I needed it.”

 

          My daughter began to tell the nice caretaker how sick I was and how I found out about the shrine to which the man said, “You sure were meant to come today and be healed. He knew She sent me. She sends so many to be healed.”

 

          Then he walked us both over to a stand with a book on it, and began showing us hundreds of letters from people who had been healed by the shrines water well or soon after praying to the Mother Mary’s statue outside.

 

          After that he walked us through the rest of the building and showed us an overflowing bookshelf overloaded with book donations. He said that I could have anything I wanted. I was shocked because I was thinking of several books I had wanted to get regarding certain saints, which I wanted to learn about.  However, I couldn’t afford them at the moment.

 

          The caretaker left to put his new puppy away as my daughter and I looked through the books. To my shock and surprise, I found every book I had wanted on my wish list! As we left with lots of books in hand, I gave the kind caretaker a big donation for all he done as he filled 4 large milk jugs up with the Mother Mary Healing Water from the well telling us the story of the healing waters as he placed them one by one, into my car.

 

          “The founder and nun who began this Shrine was Sally Steadman who was standing right here, he gestured near the well, when Mother Mary appeared to her and told her to dig right here for a well. Mary even told the nun how far down to dig, until she would hit water. Mary told Sally that people needed this water, that it was healing water, and how they would come from all over the world to drink this water and be healed.”

         

          The caretaker told me to drink the water he had given me for 5 days and I will be healed. He told us many stories of people who came from hours away due to health issues and how it had healed them. “I know you were sent here today to be healed.” He smiled, closed my trunk, and bid us both goodbye.

 

I drove home and drank the water, telling my friends and family the story of Mother Mary appearing to Sally and what Mary had told her. I also told them what the kind caretaker had said to me and as predicted from the caretaker, I was better with no extra medical care at all, in 5 days!

 

          Is it a coincidence that the Our Lady of Toledo Shrine was pushed to my cell phone? I think not, and I will tell you why. I believe I was pushed the information regarding the shrine via text message from Mother Mary because God wanted me to heal and learn. I believe I needed to get rid of the bad person in my life to be able to be fully present and healed. I also don’t think it was a coincidence that the full water bottle appeared behind me when I was coughing and interrupting our prayer with the caretaker. In addition, I found all the books I presently wanted, but could not afford, and the man told me to take them home. I think Mother Mary sent the books to me via the shrine because she knew I had good intentions for the books, knowing I would also share them with others.

 

AND YES, I was healed in 5 days! So No! I don’t think it was a coincidence, I think it was true miracle!

         ©Rosella C. Rowe

 *Special Thanks to Mother Mary, Our Lady of Toledo Shrine, as well as their kind caretaker, & Sally Steadman. Thank you for all your hard work, love for others and your visitors, as well as the Healing Water Well.*

For more information or to Visit, Our Lady of Toledo Shrine:

https://www.ourladyoftoledoshrine.love/

 

 

 The Haunted Ghost Car:

Skagit Highway (SR 11):

(Cole’s Story)

 

For years, I have been looking for a good haunted ghost car story for my blog when I mentioned it to my good friend, Cole and his family. Cole then began to tell me about a certain stretch of highway near him in Washington State where many car accidents happen each year and a ghostly Sedan seems to appear to spook modern day drivers. Cole and his son, John have both experienced this ghostly dated Sedan while driving their cars during separate occasions while driving along the old curvy road.

 

Here is the history of the spooky road and Cole’s paranormal encounter with the ghost car:

 There is a stretch of road in the northwest corner of Washington State, tucked against the south side of the Skagit Valley it is known to most as the South Skagit Highway or SR 11. It was originally a wagon trail but as auto travel became more of a fashion, it was graded in the early 1920s and became a scenic byway for people to get between Skagit and Whatcom Counties. The road features a lot of tight curves and blind corners but features some very beautiful and majestic views during every season.

 

There have always been stories of things happening on this stretch mostly due to its rich and harrowing history. In the late 1800s this was an area populated by a few Native American Tribes and when the local white man started grabbing the native children while they were fishing in the area of Pressentin Creek, putting them into Residential schools. There are still reports to this day that as you pass that area, you might catch a glimpse of a young child running through the brush trying to get away.

           

This road is also notoriously known for the amount of accidents that happen. At least 40 to 50 car accidents each year occur in the 26 mile blacktop. Some of which have led to the unfortunate but inevitable fatalities of people from all around the area. As usually happens, these fatalities leave a residual energy in their wake. This is evident in the long reported sightings of a ghost car.

 

In my case, when I had my particular run-in with the ghost car. It was about 12:30 AM during springtime about 3 years ago. I was driving westward toward Sedro Woolley listening to music as I often do to make the drive go faster. I was entering the curvier area just before Day Creek and as I entered the corner I could see a pair of headlights turn on behind me. The lights weirded me out a little because of the shape of them. They were large perfect circles and the way they sat on the vehicle I would say they belonged to a 1940s to 1950 sedan. As we weaved through the corners he kept up to me with only about 3 to 4 car lengths between us. The last corner was an outside corner and the lights seem to get brighter and he fell back as I rounded it. I noticed it didn't come around the corner and it was dark behind me.  This corner has no pull outs or pull offs and is only a single two lane area with no shoulders that leads into a straight-away. One side of the road is a mountain and the other side has a guardrail with a 9 foot drop into the Skagit River. There was literally nowhere for them to go. I slowed down and watched but there was no one there, no one around anywhere.

 

I later posted in my local community asking if anyone else had experienced anything like this and got a few replies and many saying that they have heard the same thing from others.

 

            After hearing Cole’s story, tell me? Would you like to drive on this haunted curvy road, full of history at night? And if you have, please let us know and leave a comment below this blog article.

 

©Rosella C. Rowe

 

*Special Thanks to Cole and his family for sharing their experiances*

 

Stop Denying Your God Given Gifts:

 

“The Night I   Met Archangel Raphael (St. Raphael)”

 

It was December 23, 2020 as I lay in bed sick with a severe cold I contracted from my younger son. I was completely alone in the house. My husband had taken our kids to visit his family far away for Christmas break while I healed, as to not get our other child sick. I was not doing well and it was hard to get a hold of my husband because he didn’t check his phone often and never had his ringer on. Unfortunately, each day I had gotten worse since he had left.

 

Sadly, last November marked nearly a year since I had almost died from organ failure. This caused me to have an extremely low immune system, which was why I had gotten so sick due to that near death experience. The doctors had told me that they were all stunned that I lived because anyone else would have surely died. Sadly, my immune system would take three years to recover, if it did repair itself.

 

So due to that past organ failure, I was not doing well. In fact, I knew I was dying. I only got out of my bed to go to the bathroom or care for our pets downstairs, which took all the energy I had. I feared getting out of bed because I began fainting and blacking out. I had fallen to the ground several times only to wake up hours later. Once, I had nearly missed hitting a wall by less than an inch.

 

That afternoon on December 23^rd, I called my husband to tell him I was not doing well and was getting worse each day. It felt like I could hardly breath and I was truly terrified. When I hung up, I tried to rest in bed while praying to God and asking Him for his help and intervention. I told God I knew I was dying and I felt like I was not going to make it to Christmas. I feared dying alone with no one to find me but my family when they came home.

 

I began to fall asleep and began to see the color green. I woke up and lifted my head from my pillow, suddenly feeling I was not alone. I could feel someone in my bedroom but didn’t see anyone when I looked around me room; just felt not alone. Thinking I was sick and it was probably due to that, I laid my head back down and closed my eyes again.

 

I was drifting off to sleep when I saw an image of a book cover vividly appear in my mind. The book was called, Archangels and Ascended Masters: A Guide to Working and Healing With Divinities and Deities by Doreen Virtue (whom I hadn’t known at the time. It appeared in my mind so vividly, but I knew I was not dreaming because I was not asleep yet. In fact, I was so sick, I could hardly sleep. I just seemed to stay in a restless state in between sleep and awake.

 

Soon I saw an image of a prayer within the book as I heard a male voice speak to me saying: “Pray to the Healing Archangel. Say the Prayer to the healing angel and you will be healed.”

 

Swiftly, I sat up in bed and reached for my cell phone laying on my nightstand beside my bed and began to look up the book on Amazon. I didn’t recognize the male voice that spoken to me but felt that God was telling me to pray to this angel to receive help, so I was determined to find this book and prayer.

 

Within minutes I found the book on Amazon and I found the prayer I had seen while resting, inside the book. Thanks to Amazon, I clicked on their wonderful “Look Inside Book” feature which showed me an illustration of the Healing Angel and prayer that was shown to me as I heard the male voice speak.

 

The angel was called, Archangel Raphael: Healing Angel of: Mind, Body, Sprit, and Travel, just like I had seen while trying to sleep.

 

          I took a quick screenshot of the prayer inside the book and ordered the book, which said it would come in two days. I figured that was not soon enough, I had to say the prayer today. I had to say the prayer right now! So I looked up the prayer on Google and the prayer came right up. I jumped right out of bed in my nightgown and got on my knees in prayer position, as I had done all of my life as a Catholic, and read the prayer from my cell phone.

         

          Within seconds I could feel someone behind me as I prayed. I turned around but did not see anyone. However, I could feel the presence of a male in between my two bedroom windows along my wall. Turning myself back around again to continue the prayer, I again put my head down and went on. As I finished the prayer I heard the male voice speak again.

 

          “I have been waiting your whole life for you to say that prayer. Spoke the male voice. From now on, I will guide you and NEVER leave your side.”

 

          Immediately I began to cry and thanked God and the healing angel for listening to my plea. “I have kids, I have to be well. I can’t die. I know my family needs me and can’t live without me. I have to live. Please, God and Archangel Raphael, please heal me.” I begged on my knees sobbing over my bed, so much that I crumbled to the floor now, coughing and crying. Then coughing and crying again, some more.

 

          “Turn around.” I heard the Angel say. “I am right behind you. Turn around and face me.”

 

          Stunned at what I had just heard, but obeying fast, I lifted myself up to see a man standing where I had felt a presence earlier while starting to pray. I knew this was Archangel Raphael. He was a thin, tall man, with a medium sized beard, a lot like Jesus is depicted in drawings. He wore a long spring green and white robe lined with a fine golden stitched pattern that barley hit the floor. Almost, like a modern day priest during Mass. I could just make out his thin tan sandals upon his feet, slightly hidden by his garb. The angel held a long golden staff with a golden round top upon it in his left hand. He generously smiled down at me with love in his warm light brown eyes as he said: “You will be healed in 6 days.”  

 

As I continued to sob uncontrollably from his presence and words, he smiled again and saying, “You need to stop denying your gift to help others. You are meant to help others. You are a ‘Messenger of God’ and you are meant to serve the Lord and heal people through your words and actions provided from heaven. This is your ‘Mission from God.’ It was chosen before you were born. You must stop pushing away and serve.”

 

          I knew what Raphael was speaking of and he was right! I had always known that I was different since I was a child. When I was nine I moved into a haunted home with my mother and three siblings after my parents divorced and had many experiences and saw things. I even wrote a book about my experiences, The Haunting at 2095 regarding Julia, a spirit who haunted our home. Julia wanted me to write the book to raise awareness about mental illness, suicide, and marriage neglect. I saw her and heard her, as I wrote what she wanted. In addition to helping me heal from what I had experienced in the home, by having me write about my own struggles from a child to adulthood, I believe that God sent Julia my way to teach me so that I could teach others.

 

I have honesty had paranormal experiences since the age of four. However, when I tried to talk to my family about it or others, they would tell me, “Stop, that these are workings of the devil,” or even tell me to shut up. I often was treated like I was crazy or called names.

 

I was also afraid of things I would know before they would happen. I often had visions before something bad happened to friends, relatives, and even strangers I had never met. I saw visions of accidents and murders. It was not easy and I was afraid to understand why I saw these things. I saw it as a burden. I did not know how I could possibly help or prevent these things so I feared my gift and pushed it away most of my life or denied it. If a spirit or loved one tried to talk to me and I could hear or see them, I would just close my eyes and sing or pretend they weren’t there. It made a lot of spirits upset with me over the years, but I didn’t know what else to do and feared being treated badly.

 

I could see in the Archangels’ eyes that he felt my thoughts and knew my pain. I can’t explain how or why, but I knew it by looking at him. Raphael looked down upon me with pity in his heart and eyes as he said: “It will not be easy but you can do this for God. You will find your way in time. You are meant to help people through your words, the words of God.”  Just as he finished speaking I saw my uncle who had died (*Note to Reader: I had sadly known he would die young and I was very close to this Uncle*) appear beside Raphael’s left side. My uncle smiled at me and sat next to Raphael on his knees on the floor. My uncle had also been a Catholic and was showing respect for the Archangel, like he would have in life. He nodded his head toward me as if demonstrating to me that he also agreed with the kind angel here to help me and to listen to his words.

 

I must listen!

 

Taken back, I fell to the floor and cried again, this time it felt like many minutes as they both waited patiently for me to understand, express my emotions, and take it in. When I stopped crying I looked at Raphael and my uncle again and soon saw my Grandfather, my Dad’s Father, appear next to my uncle to the left.

 

 I cried out to my grandfather in delight and sadness at seeing him and missing him so much. My uncle and grandfather were the two men in my life that had passed on that had meant so much to me as a child into my adulthood. My grandfather was like a father to me; ONLY GOD COULD KNOW THAT!

 

My grandfather smiled lovingly at me and nodded just as my uncle had and never did speak. However, I understood his presence to mean that I must hear Raphael’s words from heaven and do as he asked. I knew this was the work of God and a miracle.

 

I began asking Archangel Raphael many questions about my life and why I had been chosen. “There has to be someone better and smarter than myself.” I told him.

 

He explained to me that I had been building up for this my whole life and he would send people to me that I could help due to my own past traumatic and toxic experiences. “You will know what to say and how to say it, in order to help them,” he informed me to comfort my fears. They need you. “You will save them from themselves. You are the only one who can help them. They will know and understand this.”

 

Then Raphael told me that God was happy and proud that I had used my gifts to help Julia, (the woman who I wrote my novel about, The Haunting At 2095). He said, “I had stepped up, not only to aid her but to also prevent others from harm.” I listened intently; however I was very overwhelmed and emotional.

 

As I listened I observed the expressions on the two faces of my passed on loved ones, my uncle and grandfather, as they both kneeled silently next to Archangel Raphael. I could feel their love for me and I knew they deeply cared for me and my path behind me and ahead. I could tell they knew what I was feeling, as I tried to wrap my mind around what was happening. Soon I saw their expressions change and Archangel Raphael take a small step to the left pushing my relatives slightly too, as if making room for someone.

 

Suddenly a blinding white flash of light appeared to the right of Archangel Raphael causing my uncle and grandfather to quickly move behind Raphael. They both began to bow their heads and held up their hands in prayer position.

 

I struggled to look up and see through the blinding white light. It was the brightest light I had ever seen. It was radiant and bright and I felt like it was full of mercy and love. I then saw Archangel Raphael motion to the right, announcing to me a new presence. He didn’t need to speak. I could feel who it was. It was GOD himself.

 

I almost fainted. I felt it in my body and my soul that this was in fact, GOD! I tried to take it in for a moment, that I was in the actual presence of God and He…God was in my bedroom, as I continued to kneel on my bedroom carpet crying. Feeling so helpless and a bit embarrassed of all my overwhelming senses firing off at once causing a state of many raw emotions at a time; I couldn’t speak. I kept wiping away tears from my eyes and bowing down to God as He stood in my bedroom beside Raphael in silence. Everyone was staring down at me like a child.

 

God was very tall. He was actually so tall that he nearly touched my high ceiling in my room. He had on a long white flowing gown with a golden belt around his waist that glistened, with white strappy sandals. You could see a hue of blue, yellow, and flecks of gold and white light radiating from his body.

 

I could not make out any facial features because His face was completely illuminated in a powerful white light. However, I did see a flowing white beard and soon heard a booming dominant male voice erupt from the bright white glow. The voice was so loud it almost echoed as He spoke.

 

“Do as Archangel Raphael says, and you shall heal in 6 days. You are meant to help others as Raphael has said. This is the ‘Mission’ I have given you. Do as you are told. Raphael will guide you through your life and will always be there for you. Remember, ask and you shall understand and receive. Do this in the name of God.” God said standing tall in front of me near my bedroom window.

 

“Yes, My Father, “I replied. “I will. I am just confused at to why you picked me? I am not the smartest person. Surely, there has to be another smarter, better, and more capable then I.” I spoke. “I feel like I will let you down, Sir,” I replied feeling rather low. This was a HUGE TASK! What if I let God down? I couldn’t live with myself. I thought.

 

I could feel that God was displeased with my reply. He shifted his weight from one side to the other uneasily, took in a deep breath and replied: “My dear, No. You are the one to do this job and mission. There IS NO ONE ELSE. In time, you will learn. Let this loving angel guide you and know we are all here for you. Just call us and we will be by your side.”

 

I then asked many personal questions about my life, about the world, and society, and how I was to learn what God wanted me to learn. God explained a lot to me and soon God stated that it was time for them to go.

 

I thanked God and told Him I would do my best in what He has entrusted me to do. I said I was not sure of how to do that yet but I would listen to Archangel Raphael, do what I was told, and look and wait for signs. I knew that Raphael and God had purposely brought my two relatives from heaven that I missed so dearly for me to listen and take my mission seriously. They were a sign from God. I would comply with God’s Will and listen.

 

They all bid me goodbye. My uncle and grandfather both nodded to me a goodbye as Raphael said, “I am always near, even if you can’t see me, you will hear me and feel me. Rest well now,” the radiant archangel spoke. Then I saw a flash of white light that was so bright I had to shield my eyes by holding my forearm over my face.

 

When I put my arm down, I was alone in my bedroom covered in my tears. I had cried so much this whole time that my nightgown was soaking wet. I looked over at my clock and I saw that three hours had gone by and it was now dark outside.

 

Overwhelmed and in shock from my experienced I laid down on my bedroom floor right then, feeling so much peace, and so thankful; that I  immediately fell into a deep sleep.

 

          Six days later; just as many days as it took for God to create the earth, I felt better; just as God and the Healing Angel had promised.  On the ninth day, I was completely healed. I never had a fever during this sickness and never went to the doctor. I was able to have a good Christmas and New Years with my family and friends, like I had never even been sick!

 

Since that December 23^rd in 2020, I celebrate each year the day I met Archangel Raphael, the Healing Angel who shown the book cover and prayer to me when I was so ill and at death’s door. So much has changed now. That day I began to open up and accept my mission.

 

Raphael guides me each day, just as he said he would. He sends me people I can help, just as he told me he would, and he gives me messages from Heaven for me, my loved ones, and clients. God allows Raphael to guide me so I can then guide my clients to be as happy as they possibly can.

 

If we need something, God knows it. Raphael aids me in providing that message to my clients so that they can have a better life. God wants them to have closure, peace, comfort, and assurance that their loved ones are well and in heaven.  Most importantly, God wants my clients to know that their loved ones are watching over them from heaven, with love, protection, and support.  

 

          Raphael has seen me through many sicknesses and trials since that day in December and he has “NEVER LEFT MY SIDE.”  We have a wonderful relationship, and he truly is like a brother to me.  He loves jokes and has a wonderful sense of humor.   He is my angel, my guide, and my best friend. All though my life has not been easy since taking on God’s Mission, which is full of trials, losses, lack of energy, and many sicknesses, it has all been worth it.

 

Thank you Archangel Raphael from the bottom of my heart for all that you have helped me with and all that I have learned and endured. It has made me the strong woman I am today and I wouldn’t change a thing or have it any other way.

 

©Rosella C. Rowe

 **Good Books to read regarding Archangel Raphael (St. Raphael):**

*-Archangels and Ascended Masters: A Guide to Working and Healing With Divinities and Deities Paperback – January 1, 2003.  By Doreen Virtue  (*Note to Readers:* This is the very book I saw while trying to sleep and the book I found the prayer in and I ordered.)

-Archangel Raphael Healing Oracle Cards: A 44-Card Deck and Guidebook Cards – May 1, 2010.  By Doreen Virtue (Author)

-St. Raphael: Angel of Marriage, of Healing, of Happy Meetings, of Joy and of Travel Paperback – December 1, 1999.  By Angela Carol  (*Note to Readers: Religious Guide, but great for explaining sightings of Archangel Raphael.)

-Raphael: Communicating with the Archangel for Healing & Creativity (Angels Series, 3) Paperback – May 8, 2005 by Richard Webster available on Amazon (*Note to Readers:* This was my absolute favorite book written regarding Archangel Raphael. I feel strongly, that it depicts Raphael so well and how I see and interact with him on a daily basis. This is the closest book I have found to who he really is and how he acts and helps others.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Angels Among Us:

Julie’s Story

         

In last month’s blog article I wrote a short story about Diana who experienced several signs of protection and care from the other side after I had a long reading with her.

However today, I will tell you about her best friend, Julie who happened to come with Diana to meet me and also received a reading.

Both women’s readings regarded a lot of major transition that was currently happening in both of their lives at the present moment. The other side told both ladies that they were supporting them during these hard times of life change and transition and they were all proud of the hard work they both were doing. In addition, their angels and loved ones told them to keep moving forward and embrace these changes. They would make them both happy.

Then their angels told them just before they left me, that they would both experience a lot of angel activity and signs from the other side, letting the woman know that they are caring and watching over them. The angels told me this would happen over the course of the next three weeks. Their angels also said for them to ask for help from their Angels when they needed it, and to continue to surrender up their fears, and worries; to God and HE would provide.

The following Sunday the two friends were heading back home from church and had stopped on the way home at McDonalds for teas. While paying for their drinks in the drive threw, Julie looked up in the sky and saw an odd cloud formation. She pointed it out to Diana who was with her and took a picture.

 *(Picture Julie Took Below)*

Julie called me later and told me that she believed it to be an angel in the sky. She described it to me as so: “It looked like an angel lying face down.” She took it as a sign of protection that day, especially since Diana has had so many signs from her angels, just like I had expressed to them both during their readings the week before.

The two women got their drinks and were pulling out of the parking lot of McDonalds when Julie told Diana directions to head home but Diana got turned around turned onto the wrong street by mistake.

A few minutes later, the Julie and Diana arrived back at Diana’s apartment and Julie got into her car to head home. Soon she pulled out to the street where the two friends should have turned down, if Diana hadn’t missed the turn, and saw up ahead on the street a HUGE car accident.

Julie stopped in her car and wondered, If Diana had followed Julie’s directions correctly, Julie and Diana might have been in that awful car accident ahead.

Julie believes that the angel she saw in the sky while they sat in the drive threw was a TRUE SIGN of protection from their Angels keeping Diana and herself, from turning down the road that now contained the horrible car accident ahead.

A few days later Julie witnessed another angel in the sky sighting and sign.

Julie says she normally does not drive far alone but this day she happened to be driving to a cousin’s house by herself for a visit when she saw a bright light in the sky catch her attention so took a closer look and stopped her car. She then took a picture of it thinking it looked like another angel. “It was another sign of protection,” she explained to me. “I know I am doing what God wants and they are showing me.”

 

*(Julie’s Picture)*

*(Far Away Photo)*

*(Zoomed In Photo)*

Julie and Diana have both had a lot of signs in the sky from their Angels demonstrating they are truly protected and aiding them from harm since their readings with me just a week prior. And just today Julie sent me this photo of a beam of light coming down towards Julie’s home after she stayed up all night working hard on writing a book about her childhood to heal and also help others who have struggled with their childhood and adulthood, due to trauma and pain. Julie believes this is God telling her that she is on the right path in her life and to keep up the hard work.

                                                       *(Julie’s Picture)*

 Now, I ask you? Do you believe in Angels?

©Rosella C. Rowe