Showing posts with label A State of Grace. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A State of Grace. Show all posts

Monday, June 10, 2024

When people say they "Live in a State of Grace" it means they live every day with Angels and God

So, cultivating your relationships with angels often is the difference between life and death.

Recently someone I was talking to was angry with God about the death of her daughter. I had had a message from her daughter that I delivered to her by the way. I have been shaman who has been able to talk to the dead most of my life. This is both a good thing and a scary thing. It's good because I can help people a lot on the other side and on this side. However, sometimes someone you know hasn't prepared for death and then they are dangerous. It's sort of like someone drowning and panicking and if you try to help them they will drown you too.

So, this is the good and the bad of being someone to whom the world of the living and the world of the dead is equally real. 

Also, most people have no idea what souls are going through when they first pass on. I usually like to give souls a month or two to get used to it because it's a lot like being born out of your mother's womb. You are in a completely different world with completely different rules than here and if you don't call on the angels to save you when you pass on bad things can happen to you when you die.

Of course if you have someone here on earth praying for you like your mother or grandmother or grandfather or Father this can make all the difference in the world too.

Whether you are living or dead prayer is a Godsend.

So, praying with and for angels to surround you and to help you and your family might keep them all alive ongoing without any harm coming to them. If you can listen to what they are saying to you then it will keep you alive too.

By God's Grace 

NOTE: At around age 22 I took a course in College in Cultural Anthropology and the definition in my textbook of a Shaman was: "Someone who has psychologically died but their body still lives".

It also said that such a person can sometimes heal and is in touch with both the living and the dead.

I believe this is what happened to St. Francis of Asisi when he got PTSD from Battle and then became a Saint and started the Franciscan Order in the Catholic Church.


For example, when I believed I might die going to Texas to see my daughter the angels came to me and told me that I would survive this trip. This is in the end why I went. Because the worst outcome would have been if I died there. It would have been bad for all my children and grandchildren and wife and friends if I had died. So, I listened to the angels and I'm still alive because of this.

By God's Grace

NOTE: After rereading the above what I have to say about people who were not prepared to die sometimes it's best to call in the Angels because otherwise if souls are panicking they can cause your death or your insanity too. So often calling in Angels to help your loved one or friend is the best solution to the problem at hand.

Being too brave often one goes where "Even Angels Fear to Tread" regarding those who have passed on in difficult situations where no preparation for the soul after death has been made.

By God's Grace

Accidental Death, War and Murder are the hardest situations that we humans have to deal with in our lives regarding loved ones and friends. So, often the best thing you can do is to just stand back and call in the angels because almost no humans on earth are prepared for dealing with anything like this properly.

By God's Grace

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

A State of Grace

I have always lived in state of Grace as long as I can remember. If you don't believe in God or Buddha you might also say I am extremely lucky. However, for me, I live in a state of Grace with God.

The place I consciously can take this the earliest to is when I was dying of whooping cough at age 2 and Archangel Michael came and saved my life. The next experience was very different. I was 6 and I was fighting over a toy with another 6 year old at his house and we began to fight over a toy. So, we grabbed each others faces as we rolled along the floor and screamed in pain. Then my friend's mother told me to leave which I did. What I thought about was that fighting for any reason other than to stay alive was really really stupid. So, being an intelligent kid I decided not to fight unless someone was trying to kill me and then I would kill them if necessary. I haven't really changed my point of view about this ever since.

Then next, I was 8 years old and walking home from Horace Mann School in Glendale California to 524 South Belmont Street where I lived then (it's torn down now and replaced I think with apartments). This would be 1956 then. A boy who was my friend was crying about how his mother didn't have money and strange men came over all the time and didn't have a father or a bicycle or a car. I stupidly, (because I was 8) said, "Oh. I have a car, a bicycle and two parents and we have our own house, at which point this boy jumped on me and knocked me down in a jealous rage. I knew why he did this and felt sorry for the boy so I fended off his blows because I was bigger and stronger than him but I refused to hurt him. So, when my father drove up he asked me why I didn't defend myself other than fend off his blows? I told my Dad the story and said I felt very sorry for this boy as he didn't have a father, his mother didn't have a job, and he didn't have a bicycle. I told him I couldn't hurt someone as pathetic as this.

My father gained amazing respect for me after this.

And I think this was when I started to notice the Grace in my life. I was 8 and I noticed God was taking pretty good care of me compared to most other people I knew then.

And pretty much this has continued into the present ongoing.

I watched how things that would kill almost anyone else I knew didn't kill me. I just sort of recovered a lot like Lazarus or something. I looked up to many many people but watched them die from stupid things mostly through the years. I even watched my own father die from a prostate cancer that he could have been healed from but he was too much into preventative medicine and not enough into regular MDs to have survived at that time. This was very difficult for me to watch him die when he didn't need to. But, I have learned from this a lot. So, by grace in all the infinite ways God has kept me alive until today.

Will I live to 100 or even 10,000 years old? Maybe. But, I also know I'm just as likely to pass on right now so I've learned to be prepared for it any moment by God's Grace.