Messages From Angels - Hold the Bus: Angels in the Driver's Seat - (post 4 of 6)

Note: One of my favorite parts of my spiritual job description is when I am asked to be a messenger for benevolent angelic forces. I often receive messages for people whose angels or spiritual guardians ask me to communicate when it is a matter of urgency or they are having a hard time getting through to their human counterparts. Many of these people are strangers to me and our interactions last only moments. These messages can be warnings of illness or accident. They can also be intended to clarify or give direction. Whatever they are, I play my role as messenger faithfully.

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“You have mental health issues,” I said continuing eye contact and lowering my voice to create a gentle impact.
In response, he asked, “Who is talking to you?” 

“Your angels,” I replied.

“My…..?” He stopped in mid-sentence with a shocked look on his face. Once again he clutched the fabric of his shirt in his hand.

“They’re out there,” I said.  

He stared at me wordlessly, the look of shock lingering on his face.

Because many of the people to whom I am asked to deliver messages are strangers, I do not understand fully what it is about each individual that motivates the Angels to bring us together. I do believe that each person who receives a message is spiritually open and willing to listen, although the degree of willingness and openness varies.  I also believe that each person who receives a message has been praying, meditating, or searching for direction, answers or help. Each individual has his or her own way of communicating with the Divine.  Each is different in the degree of conscious recognition given to Divine influences.  I believe that the Angels take into consideration all of these factors when deciding how I am to deliver a message, the circumstances under which I am to deliver it and what I am to say.  This in turns allows for the greatest amount of assistance and help to be offered.

With respect to the man in the red shirt on the bus, I sensed that while it was vital that he understood that the Divine exists and cares for him, the idea that angelic beings were going so far as to send personalized messages was a bit overwhelming. I was also cognizant of the fact that I had a limited amount of time to deliver the message. Hoping to put him at ease while keeping the conversation on track, I rephrased my answer, “Okay, let’s just say angels. I’m listening to angels.” 
 
This seemed to put him at ease. “I do have mental health issues” he confirmed, “from the abuse. What else do you see about my health?”

I sensed only a discomfort in the stomach area.  “Digestive?” I offered.

“No. Well, my stomach hurts right now. Because you’re freaking me out!”

“Are you on lithium?”

“No. I was on lithium.  Now the lithium, the lithium made my stomach hurt!” he said laughing. “Now I’m on another medication!”

“Oh, okay, because I knew it was mental health issues because the world ‘lithium’ was jumping out of your head when you asked about your health issues. I’m not getting anything else about your health.”

“Oh good. I’m glad. I’ve had heart issues, so if you don’t see anything….”

“You’ve got to deal with your pain,” I said, continuing with the message.

“I don’t think I can.”

“You can,” I reassured him.

“I don’t want to feel it anymore.”

“I know, but you’ve got to. It’s the only way out. You can do it. As for the alcohol, you need to stop drinking. What you are using to self-medicate, to help you deal with the pain, it is hurting you. There are other ways to help yourself. We all have parts of us that are fragmented from trauma, that can’t hold it together. Not all of us have the immediate opportunity to heal those wounds.”

“Everyone is raped by another man?” he asked.  

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