Wait, watch – angels simply show us who they are – they touch our souls with their presence.  They conserve their energy with whispers.  Angels aren’t flighty beings – their feet are planted the on ground.  They may someday have wings – but here on this earth they walk with us.  They stay right here when life gets hard.  They plant themselves, they promise and they keep those promises.  One thing I know for sure about angels, they have integrity.

Just because someone tells you how big their heart is, how intuitive, brilliant, loving or kind and healing they are, it doesn’t make it true– It is what they want you to believe. Some pretend angels purposely confuse us with words that do not match their actions.

From what I know of angels they are spiritual beings rather then being owned by a religious group. Most religions have angelic art and images which represent angel-like beings.  Authentic angels are more interested in bringing love to the universe in as many forms as possible.  They are creative beings – love can be as simple as a smile, a sound that soothes or a tapping the shoulder of the beloved at just the right time – “I love you” he says and he doesn’t know why or where the words came from.  Begin to look for whispering angels.

Most angels never know if they have made a difference.  Some are angels unaware, they just happen to show up at the right moment.  Some are deliberate, watching for an opportunity to help.  Others are angels by accident.

I have experienced some angels that I want to share with you.  I am hoping they will inspire you to look for these simple beings in your own life (or you might even think about becoming one).  I myself have not been successful at angelhood – but I am making efforts and I consider myself to be an angel-in-training. According to those closest to me, there is great uncertainty whether I will ever graduate. Angel training is hard – few accomplish it in one life time.

One of the perks of being an angel or living among them is that angels know all about love. They know how to give and to receive. They bathe in love; it flows back and forth between them and others effortlessly. People who have never experienced real angels or have been hurt by pretend ones might have closed hearts for their own protection.  They are closed up tight, like turtles in their shells.  Real angels know that being patient is better then knocking on hard surfaces and so they wait for hearts to open to them even if it takes a very long time.

Angels are not seasonal, they are always present. Since it is winter and a bit bleak, I want to shed some light on angels by taking this opportunity to share some sightings with you.  I am not going to tell you goody-two-shoes stories about good deeds.  I have nothing against good deeds and I am sure they are inspired by angel whispers.  Real angels hold another kind of energy – they flood us with feelings of well being and warmth for no other reason than to simply love us.

It is important to know the qualities of angels in order to spot them. If you are thinking about becoming one, scan your soul to see if you own enough of these qualities to multiply them into more.  First and foremost: angels never lie.  They tell the truth always.  It is the fundamental part of angelhood.  Every lie a novice angel tells puts them back to where they started and they must begin all over again.

Some angels only visit.  I know when my grandmother is present because I smell her talcum powder, Cashmere Bouquet.  Her hat pin, which is never used, turns up in random places.  It is the one with the crystal oval on the end.  During a recent visit her thimble and a valentine hanky she gave me when I was little suddenly appeared. She comes for brief visits to maybe remind me she waits for me just beyond my ability to see.

A doctor whispers in the ear of a dying woman – “everything is going to be all right, I promise.”  He means every word, she trusts him, her body relaxes.  On her last exhale she smiles as her energy passes just beyond my knowing.

The poet speaks of love and a self that is larger than all of the universe– “Wait”, the angel whispers, “remember love wins over evil”.  I want to argue with her about all that I have seen, with a knowing look, she sadly nods – firmly repeats, “In the end – love wins”.

An artist paints a view of his heaven on the ceiling of a chapel, perhaps an angel’s view of what he has already seen bringing home a sample of possible beauty.

Randomly placed, a woman, who I have not seen for many years, sees and remembers me.  Her hug is warm, certain and present.  “Perhaps an angel unaware” I think to myself on this winter day.

From across the world a writer jots down music and sends it to my mailbox.

A woman makes art beside a stream from simple twigs and autumn leaves.

The friend hands me two kernels of corn reminding me he will never forget.

She fills a jar with sea glass and pure white sand to touch my heart with knowing.

Suddenly a soft feather shows up and an angel places it in my hand.

What I wished for inexpertly appears as if angels are keeping watch all the time.

Pay close attention to an outreached hand, a knowing look, a listening ear, a willing heart – be on notice, you may be in the presence of angels.

How many angels have you known? The kind of people who speak words of wisdom in your ear and then go away, giving you space to find your way.
I am interested in angel stories for possible publication if anyone has a short story or poem they would like to donate please email me (Connie Robillard)