Just when I think dreaming is as interesting as it can get, it gets even more interesting.
As I closed my eyes to sleep last night I was thinking about the very first angel visitation I ever had that happened many years ago. Over the course of several weeks an angel who looked an awful lot like Phil Collins came to me once in my awake state and then subsequently only in the dreamscape. He recited a very long poem to me over and over again in a dream I was to have repeatedly over several weeks. It took me a quite a while to be able to remember every line of the poem but I finally did. It was told to me in my dream but it was really a message for a dying man. A man whom I barely knew.
I wondered about that experience as I prepared for sleep. Would I ever hear another poem from an angel in my dreams? What kind of message would it be if I did? And why was I the messenger for that angel of years ago? Why didn't he just speak to the dying man directly?
Wondering became an angelic invitation it seems. In my dream from which I just awoke a group of bright light beings came and stood before me in a radiant semi circle. With lovely melodic voices together they recited, actually they almost sung the following:
Life is a glorious opportunity for humans to "do" and "be"
Your world of Dreams is much closer to God and His Reality.
Angels can be found in both places as you well know
We remain by your side always, whether you stay or go.
I hope I got all the words right. I also hope they come back. I rather enjoyed the whole experience.
As to the reason why the angel of long ago came to me rather than the dying man? I actually was given that answer quite a while ago by Lee Carroll and Kryon "Because you could hear and he could not".
I must be blessed!








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