<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973360918595021829</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:39:48.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chosen One</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973360918595021829/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>humanangels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08378339058760727004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/S3CfYQwTRJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/q43jfl-L0Bs/S220/IMG_2726.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973360918595021829.post-240575533500763166</id><published>2010-03-29T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T18:59:57.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intervention</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/S7FXXLY79XI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/o3gDjs-2vss/s1600/Intervention.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/S7FXXLY79XI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/o3gDjs-2vss/s400/Intervention.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454236679428371826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening while in my meditation prayer I said some words that had not been said before. Intuition told me that what I was doing was not helping. I could feel that what I was saying was not working. With a feeling of defeat I laid in bed and cried. Then a feeling came about that I was not alone anymore. I tried to calm and quiet my mind and go deeper within. Very quickly like a flash of lighting the message came to me very clear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every night I had been saying the same thing over and over and over. It wasn't the words that I was saying. It was who I was asking for help that seemed to be the problem. His sister had died of a drug overdose some years ago. So it seemed she was the perfect choice to ask for help. After all, it was her baby brother and how could she sit and watch him die without trying to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message that I had received that night was that she was unable to help me. I was not sure why she couldn't help. But, somehow I could sense that it was because of the way she had died. I gathered up all the energy I had left in me after crying for quiet some time. This time in my meditation prayer I clearly asked if she was unable to help for any reason to send someone who could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I had fallen asleep I was awoken by him choking next to me in bed. I awoke very quickly in a state of panic and looked over at him and could see his two hands trying to brush away something from his chest as he was gasping for air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my amazement I witnessed two golf ball size lights dancing on his chest. Yes, I said dancing because it was as if the two balls of light were musical notes in harmony bouncing from his heart about twelve inches into the air and back again. Even though he laid there gasping for air, I just knew that these lights were here to help. This lasted for about maybe one minute or so, as I watched the lights dance about in perfect sequence. It really was so beautiful and sureal.  I feel blessed to have seen this, I feel even more blessed to have felt the energy from this incredible event. I can only describe the feeling of overwhelming love, far beyond anyones definition of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last gasp of breath and he sat up abruptly in bed in a panic. Of course, now I am fully seated upright and just waiting to hear what he experienced. I knew not to tell him what I witnessed and to allow him to tell me what happened. He was quite shaken up and told me he felt a very heavy pressure on his chest that made him feel like he couldn't catch a full breath. I decided that night to not tell him what I had witnessed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About three days later I came clean and told him the truth of what I had seen and how I had been praying and asking over and over for help for him. I continued to explain that I got a clear message that his sister was not able to help and then proceeded to ask her to get someone who could before it was too late. There was only one problem, he wasn't ready for the help. The intervention was rejected and I continue to meditate from a distance and visualize all good things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973360918595021829-240575533500763166?l=humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/feeds/240575533500763166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/2010/03/intervention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973360918595021829/posts/default/240575533500763166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973360918595021829/posts/default/240575533500763166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/2010/03/intervention.html' title='Intervention'/><author><name>humanangels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08378339058760727004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/S3CfYQwTRJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/q43jfl-L0Bs/S220/IMG_2726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/S7FXXLY79XI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/o3gDjs-2vss/s72-c/Intervention.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973360918595021829.post-5330657252382566546</id><published>2010-02-08T10:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:31:14.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Anne For The Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/S3BV84V-XnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bTzgDSgFjVw/s1600-h/self-help-self-healing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/S3BV84V-XnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bTzgDSgFjVw/s400/self-help-self-healing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435939254641254002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For five days this sickness had a hold of me. It started out with swollen glands and the strength that I could conquer it holistically. Between the Panela drinks, and hot honey and lime remedies that valiant effort only worked for a couple of days. I managed to get the swelling in my neck glands down but what followed later would be the rath of fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I awoke on the second day of natural treatments with a throat full of razor blades. Every time I tried to speak or swallow I was left with the feeling that I had just took a shot of broken glass down my throat. Where was my lime chaser now? It was then I knew I was in trouble and probably needed a good dose of the western mans remedy with an antibiotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my prescription started and went off to bed with a fever of 102+. For all of you that have been sick with a fever I won't bore you. You all know how terrible you felt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five days into my illness with the antibiotics running through me and still the fever was not broken. There was a healing that took place in my throat, no more shards of glass to be felt. Now there was a new enemy that could be felt on the left side of my head. This pain was intense and radiated through the right side all the way up to the top. Between the fever and the pain in my head it was taking all my energy just to stay positive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fifth night is the reason this story is being told. Night had fallen and as I laid in bed I asked for help from our cosmos to be a part of me and help heal me. Late into the night there was a change in my heartbeat, it was becoming slower and the pain in my head had increased. Physically I wanted to turn over in bed and reach out to Carlos to ask him to help me. I could not even move from the position I was in, physically I was locked in my body. At this time there was a lot of fear running through me as I could feel myself slowly fading out. This was a feeling of separating from my own body. Was this what they call fight or flight? If so, I think I took the flight route!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that feeling of separation I ended up on this very high, and I mean very high cliff side. The stars seemed very close to me like when you fly in a airplane. It was so beautiful, more than words can describe. My sister Anne, was with me and she told me I was strong and I could do this. Anne must have known how scared I was because she had become my strength. And just like the Nike slogan "Just do it!" those words came shouting out of her mouth. "Come on let's go for a run!". This was definitely funny because in my earthly world I wouldn't consider myself a runner even on a good day. However, she is and maybe that's how she felt I would feel better. Amongst all of this beauty I lay there thinking, she is nuts! How can I run when I am too weak to even move?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept pushing the idea to take a long run and then I started to cry. Quickly she became a bit more calming to me and said "let's just lay here and take in all of this beauty and so we did. We both laid there on our backs on the smooth rock cliff side and became a part of that bliss. The sky was darker than any skyline that I have ever witnessed, even comparing that to the Apache Mountains in Arizona. The stars were so many it was as if they were touching each other. The ocean was blue but with a depth of darkness and surreal calmness. She then laid there with me on that cliff and told me she wouldn't leave my side until I was OK. We continued to lay is this blissful silence under the stars. The silence was something one could imagine as if you were amongst the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes opened and I was left to wonder what happened to me, because the last thing that I remembered was my heart slowing down and my world fading out. Was this a dream? I don't think so! It makes perfect sense to me why it was my sister Anne that came to my side. After all, she is my older sister whom I have loved and counted on for love all of these years. Anne is a mother likeness to me, a sister to me and now a healer too! Thank you Anne, for being by my side and for the healing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973360918595021829-5330657252382566546?l=humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/feeds/5330657252382566546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-was-three-days-that-this-sickness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973360918595021829/posts/default/5330657252382566546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973360918595021829/posts/default/5330657252382566546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-was-three-days-that-this-sickness.html' title='Thank You Anne For The Healing'/><author><name>humanangels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08378339058760727004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/S3CfYQwTRJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/q43jfl-L0Bs/S220/IMG_2726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/S3BV84V-XnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/bTzgDSgFjVw/s72-c/self-help-self-healing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973360918595021829.post-1355499905095680964</id><published>2010-02-01T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T18:22:41.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel in Hell's Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/S2djW-5pbfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oB51z_wGCao/s1600-h/x-men-angel-wallpapers_2815_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/S2djW-5pbfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oB51z_wGCao/s320/x-men-angel-wallpapers_2815_1024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433420721938853362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed to be an ordinary day in Hells Kitchen that morning. If you have never had the pleasure of living in Hells Kitchen let me take you on this journey with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbors were always kind enough to say hello with every passing. Some would even ask if they could bring by some of their home cooked food they were so proud of. You would have to be a fool to say no to that offer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time was short lived in that neighborhood but one to remember for so many reasons and seasons that have passed. At the time a co worker of mine had offered me a place to stay when I had no where to go. This co worker ending up being a long time friend of mine who till this day I will always be so gratel too. I will always love her for her Angelic ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Angel that would appear to me that morning was not to be expected. Early that afternoon, the sun was shinning brightly and people were moving about at a slower pace due to the fact it was a Saturday afternoon. It was my day off and walking about running errands and doing laundry and such. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a lot on my mind, but not anymore than any other day. Maybe because it was my day off that my mind was focusing on such sad issues. My boyfriend at that time had ended our relationship telling me that I desired better than him. Looking back now I can see that I did indeed deserved so much better than him. But not because of the lack of money that he had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last words spoken by him was in an angry tone telling me that "I needed the money". He was trying to tell me that I needed to have a boyfriend who had money to buy me gifts and spend money on me. He knew that by saying those words to me it would hurt me and make me dislike him. Hence, the famous easy exit strategy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With those words heavy on my mind I stand on the street corner waiting for the light to change. In this pause of a moment I think "could it be true that I need someone with money in order to have a relationship that will last". The crosswalk light changes and I proceeded to cross the street. About half way across the street I receive a message from a complete stranger or was he? Walking past me in the opposite direction was an old latin man who stopped in the middle of the street and turned to me and said in clear well spoken english "You don't need the money". For a split second I stood in disbelief and said to him "what did you just say to me?" as I reached out for his arm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man looked at me and spoke to me in spanish which I could not understand. I really think he thought I was crazy for stopping him. However, I know I heard what he had said to me. After all, he was the one who stopped and addressed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that moment I realized that he cleary had no knowledge of what had just happened. The look on his face said it all, he was confused by me insisting he spoke to me. He continued to speak in spanish to me and clearly he could not speak english. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Angel from Hells Kitchen delivered a message to me that early afternoon. This message confirmed that I was not this person that my ex boyfriend tried to make me out to be. I never loved him for the lack of money or money, I just simply loved him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973360918595021829-1355499905095680964?l=humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/feeds/1355499905095680964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/2010/02/angel-in-hells-kitchen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973360918595021829/posts/default/1355499905095680964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973360918595021829/posts/default/1355499905095680964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/2010/02/angel-in-hells-kitchen.html' title='Angel in Hell&apos;s Kitchen'/><author><name>humanangels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08378339058760727004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/S3CfYQwTRJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/q43jfl-L0Bs/S220/IMG_2726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/S2djW-5pbfI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oB51z_wGCao/s72-c/x-men-angel-wallpapers_2815_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973360918595021829.post-3514893609999834507</id><published>2009-10-14T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T04:17:11.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Bones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/StYruQHgoYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mr8JQaVm9mY/s1600-h/spine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392545677423190402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/StYruQHgoYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mr8JQaVm9mY/s320/spine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For some of you that know me, you are aware that I see my chiropractor (Dr. Daryl Gioffre) for regular adjustments. This is something that I have believed in for years now. Actually it changed my life! It is what I call a preventative medicine to cleanse your body from all of its tensions, traumas and stress we put on it just merely existing in this busy world we live in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This story is about my experience with healing methods which came through in a much needed time. It was around 8 am on a Friday morning when I awoke I realized that my lower back was not feeling the way it should be. I couldn't think of anything that I had done differently that week that could have brought on this pain I was feeling. Well, maybe the fact that I had worked two weeks straight without a day off, that might have done it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pain was steadily increasing, it got to the point by mid afternoon to just to a step was becoming a painful event. Luckily that day my schedule was light and I was able to go home and lie down for what I thought must be a much needed rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon arriving at my home the tears were flowing, the pain was pretty much unbearable. It hurt to do anything, walk, stand, sit. Getting undressed was unsuccesful by myself I needed help and of course this is always a humbling experience. My first reaction was to call Dr. Gioffre for an emergency adjustment. I made the call and left a message, however, he was traveling and was referring me to another colleage of his. I really wanted Dr. Gioffre because I have such faith in him and he is a true healer. Time was passing and I could not bear the thought of traveling anywhere, I just wanted to lie down and be still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Against my beliefs I took some pain killers which would knock me out. In times of serious pain your beliefs do seem to go out the window! I was feeling as though if I could just sleep and rest maybe I could wake up with no more pain. Well, unfortunately that wasn't the case. When I awoke the pain was just as before, maybe even worse. I laid there and cried feeling so helpless and so dissapointed that I was pumping these drugs into my body in order to deal with what was happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the next day I was still in the same situation, no improvement at all. Don't even mention going to the hospital because I knew that they would not find anything. How did I know this? Because I had been through it before and that was the result, finding nothing and going home with three different kinds of pain medicine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It became very clear to me at the moment as I lay in bed flat on my back, that I needed to do something to heal myself. I then recalled the last healing workshop that I had attended. It was given by the man who inspires me to be the healer I am and be the best I can (Derek Oneill from Dublin Ireland). In that last workshop he talked about the placement of the healing hands and the positioning of them in which he found to be an incredible, powerful healing tool. I can clearly hear him in my head saying when he had used this method on a patient how he could feel the bones moving and others could hear the bones cracking. Honestly, at the time when hearing this, I thought "Wow amazing, I wish I could do that".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while I lie in bed I place my hands in that position of a triangle and place them over my lower abdomen/coccyx bone area. I have used this method on my clients, however, never on myself. Why? I don't know! That is another thing Derek Oneill has talked about, how us healers do not heal ourselves enough. He actually refered to it as a world epidemic of healers needing healing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well now more than ever was it time for me to use this method and use it on myself. I continued with channeling the energy as I normally would and kept my hands in that position. Next, I feel asleep or passed out, I am not sure. When I awoke my hands were still in that position and I felt this incredible burst of energy pushing through the front side of my lower abdomen all the way through to my back. It was so powerful it took my breath away and really scared me. The blast of energy felt as though it contracted inward to a tiny spot downward to my spine. Once the energy released it bursted back out the front of my abdomen wall and internally up and down at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was now in shock over what I just felt transpire withen my body. Before I had a chance to even move, do or say anything I continued to lie very still and in that stillness my lower spine cracked in several places from the tailbone on upward. I could hear and feel physically the bones moving and cracking. I cried in awe of such a miracle that had just taken place. The miracle of energy and all of its powers. I continued to lie still for a few more moments before I dared to move my spine. Slowly I rolled over and stood up out of bed walking and moving around as if nothing was ever wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of that Saturday afternoon came and went and I was moving around feeling a little bit sore, but that was all. I thanked the universe for its beautiful healing energy and thanked Derek Oneill for inspiring me and teaching me this wonderful healing technique. I am so grateful to be a part of this healing world, and to be able to help heal those in need. And so it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973360918595021829-3514893609999834507?l=humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/feeds/3514893609999834507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/2009/10/moving-bones.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973360918595021829/posts/default/3514893609999834507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973360918595021829/posts/default/3514893609999834507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/2009/10/moving-bones.html' title='Moving Bones'/><author><name>humanangels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08378339058760727004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/S3CfYQwTRJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/q43jfl-L0Bs/S220/IMG_2726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/StYruQHgoYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mr8JQaVm9mY/s72-c/spine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973360918595021829.post-7587689180512478813</id><published>2009-09-12T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T20:10:41.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Buildings Two Clouds of Smoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/SqxbRnT_N2I/AAAAAAAAAII/8euFAjnKoK8/s1600-h/world+trade+center.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380776012969621346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/SqxbRnT_N2I/AAAAAAAAAII/8euFAjnKoK8/s320/world+trade+center.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten months before the destruction of the World Trade Center I had a vision dream that would unfold into a reality of a nightmare. When I awoke from this dream I felt an enormous amount of fear in my body. As usual I try to talk myself out of what feels so real by comforting myself with saying "It's only a dream". How I wish it was only a dream, but this was not the reality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One early morning I awoke from a vision dream that was sending fear signals throughout my entire body. The vision started out with me walking toward my subway stop and I was on my way to work. I can remember as I approached the platform waiting for the train how incredibly beautiful and blue the sky was. It was almost hypnotizing to the eye, the clearness and blue of it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the train rushes into my station the breeze startles me because I am in such a deep fascination with the beauty of sky. The train comes to a stop and I proceed to board into Manhattan. All seems like any other morning on my way to the showroom that I worked at downtown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the train starts to take the right turn toward the 59th street bridge I can now see the city clearly. What my eyes see next is something that I was not prepared for. I look out the subway door windows to see two buildings, each in a huge puff of smoke. What I was seeing was the Chrysler building and the Empire State building in what appeared to be in some grave danger with this massive cloud of smoke coming out of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right before I go to reach for the emergency brake to stop the train from entering Manhattan, these two men come storming through from the other subway car. They were both dressed in collared shirts and khaki pants. Intuitively I knew something was really wrong and before I could move to grab the emergency brake these two men peeled off there clothing like a layer of skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was revealed next were these two men wearing long white robes and turbans on their heads. They reached underneath their gowns and pulled out automatic guns and started to shoot randomly at each and every person on that train. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the subway car is were I was standing wondering if I could possibly sneak out the doors to the next car. But the doors had a safety feature lock on them so I could not exit. My body felt frozen in fear, and I closed my eyes shut waiting for them to reach me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as the sound of the shooting became closer to me everything came to a complete silence. In that moment what was probably two seconds had felt like hours. There was no more shooting no more sounds of people screaming just painful silence. I knew I needed to open my eyes to see what was happening. However the fear was overwhelming, but I knew I needed to look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I did, I was faced with one of these men only a few inches away with his gun in his hand staring at me. This man was staring at my mala beads (prayer/meditation beads) around my neck that were neatly tucked away under my jacket. He pointed his gun away from me and I knew that was why I was spared, because of these beads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I awoke in a sweat and as you can imagine very disturbed over this vision dream. It was days, weeks, before I could shake the feeling that my life and many others were in danger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ten months later after that vision dream it became a reality on that clear blue sky morning. The signs were given to me, The landmark buildings in smoke, Killers blending in as plain clothed people. and the mala beads. To this day I still have trouble dealing with that vision and what became of it. I only wish the gift of sight had more clarity in that vision dream and could have helped saved lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973360918595021829-7587689180512478813?l=humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/feeds/7587689180512478813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-buildings-two-clouds-of-smoke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973360918595021829/posts/default/7587689180512478813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973360918595021829/posts/default/7587689180512478813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-buildings-two-clouds-of-smoke.html' title='Two Buildings Two Clouds of Smoke'/><author><name>humanangels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08378339058760727004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/S3CfYQwTRJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/q43jfl-L0Bs/S220/IMG_2726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/SqxbRnT_N2I/AAAAAAAAAII/8euFAjnKoK8/s72-c/world+trade+center.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973360918595021829.post-7496563555567938410</id><published>2009-08-28T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:57:36.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spinning Wheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/SpjCAe6YrHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/iGGTlzc9els/s1600-h/IMG_1593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375259468820425842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/SpjCAe6YrHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/iGGTlzc9els/s320/IMG_1593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/Spi-T-dJvqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KwxgvKqv7yo/s1600-h/IMG_1590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375255405658750626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/Spi-T-dJvqI/AAAAAAAAAGo/KwxgvKqv7yo/s320/IMG_1590.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I investigate naturally and try to debunk what is happening. To debunk means (to expose as being false). Even though I have been experiencing this for years I still need to prove it is really happening. The scientist in me loves to put this phenomenon in the quantum physics category. This is what I believe is the theory behind these encounters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early one evening as I am passing from my living room into my bedroom I feel a shift in temperature in the doorway. There was a cold spot on my right side, not a breeze, just a shift in air temperature. Just then I stop to feel and analyze where it might be coming from. But there was no windows open or anything that could create a cooler feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start to try and communicate because I can feel the spot getting colder and colder as I stood still there. I was unable to get any communication, but could sense that it must be a non physical energy. I wondered if it was a child or animal because it was low to the ground, below my knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be the little girl who visits every now and then? Or could it be the energy of a cat or dog moving about around my feet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cold spot became stronger and I could feel the energy as if it was spinning by my leg. I always try to have my camera ready and charged for moments like this. So I step away to grab my camera out of the drawer and immediately return to the cold spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon returning the energy was still there and could feel the sensation of it spinning faster then before. The energy seemed to be spinning clockwise in a stationary position. Once again I am trying to communicate, asking the questions "Who are you?" etc. etc. However, I was not getting any communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let the energy know that I was going to take a picture and to please try and manifest for me. I took the pictures and thanked the energy for showing itself. When I checked my camera while still standing there I could see a white spot in one of the photos. I could tell I captured something, but was not sure yet what I captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the photogragh of the floor and door area you can see how sharp and clear it is and how the object looks a bit fussy as if I captured something in motion. It seemed appropriate to label this energy the spinning wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remained there for a few more seconds and could sense I needed to take a picture of the floor in front of my feet and this is what was captured. The picture of the floor seems out of focus, however I was holding my camera very still and in the floor tile there is what appears to be a face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This phenomenon always leaves me wanting to know more! This is the investagator in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973360918595021829-7496563555567938410?l=humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/feeds/7496563555567938410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/2009/08/spinning-wheel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973360918595021829/posts/default/7496563555567938410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973360918595021829/posts/default/7496563555567938410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/2009/08/spinning-wheel.html' title='Spinning Wheel'/><author><name>humanangels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08378339058760727004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/S3CfYQwTRJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/q43jfl-L0Bs/S220/IMG_2726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/SpjCAe6YrHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/iGGTlzc9els/s72-c/IMG_1593.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973360918595021829.post-7840409058538649515</id><published>2009-08-11T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T09:47:56.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/SoLcODuHH7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Oz6A8DYODys/s1600-h/cats+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/SoLcODuHH7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Oz6A8DYODys/s400/cats+eyes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369095839854043058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first received this tiny white and tan kitty into my home I was not so thrilled. It's not that I don't love animals, I do, especially cats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 14 year old girl cat had died from the hands of a "surgery happy" doctor. The ordeal was a long 6 days of pain in my heart from my girl suffering with tubes all attached to her. Since this story is not about her, I will move on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I was still grieving from the loss of my cat, I was not so welcoming to this new boy kitty coming into my life. He was brought home as a gift to me with the intention of easing my pain. When I think back now how unreasonable I was to be rejecting affection toward him, it just seems so ridiculous. Maybe I believed that if I was not grieving for her I was no longer loving her. Well, I know now how far from the truth that is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually time went by and because of his adorable ways and his little face and body I could no longer resist giving this little guy my love. He was born in Brooklyn and his mother had died pre mature. He had some issues with his eyes running water constintly. He was taken to the vet and diagnosed with some weird virus and I was told that he would probably have reoccuring issues with this throughtout his lifetime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was now about two years old, and his eyes had been running on and off over that time. His lastest bout seemed to be getting worse, because this one had lasted three months straight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One morning when I awoke, as always , he followed me into the kitchen. I made myself a tea and he came and sat beside me. I know this sounds hard to believe but he looked up at me, and as if I could read his mind, he was saying "Please help me" with his running eyes staring at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In that moment I took him onto my lap and with all my love I did a healing session on him. He never moved, he laid still and calm as I laid my hands over his eyes. It was as if he knew what I was doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day went on as normal, night fell and we all went to sleep. The next morning I awoke, and as usual he followed me into the kitchen. It wasn't until he had finished eating his breakfast that he came into the other room where I was sitting. At that moment I noticed his eyes were dry. I was surprised, but knew I shouldn't be because of the healing session I had done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From that day forward he is huge, happy, loving and has no more problems with eyes. And so it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973360918595021829-7840409058538649515?l=humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/feeds/7840409058538649515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/2009/08/cats-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973360918595021829/posts/default/7840409058538649515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973360918595021829/posts/default/7840409058538649515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/2009/08/cats-eyes.html' title='Cats Eyes'/><author><name>humanangels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08378339058760727004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/S3CfYQwTRJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/q43jfl-L0Bs/S220/IMG_2726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/SoLcODuHH7I/AAAAAAAAAD4/Oz6A8DYODys/s72-c/cats+eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973360918595021829.post-3411469151176824573</id><published>2009-08-08T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T07:07:05.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angela's visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/Sn4g7XR6aWI/AAAAAAAAADI/kfzwsnjqxdc/s1600-h/jessie+blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/Sn4g7XR6aWI/AAAAAAAAADI/kfzwsnjqxdc/s400/jessie+blue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367764010105727330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was long awaited. Not for me, but for him to have contact with his sister who had parted from this earth some time ago. He had prayed and asked numerous times to have some kind of contact with his sister whom he loved more than himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela had died at a young age. I believe she was only 28 when she passed away what was said to be a drug overdose. She was found alone in her apartment days later after her passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was only 10 years old when she passed away and because of the condition of her body he was unable to see her one last time. This was difficult for anyone especially for a young boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years he felt anger and depression over his loss. "Why did she leave me?" he would ask over and over. I knew this because he told me. I had never had the pleasure of meeting her, but the way he spoke of her I wish I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within about two months of dating him, one afternoon I fell asleep in his bedroom as he was doing his laundry. I was awakened by some very strong presence in his room. I tried to turn over to see what the energy was behind me. However, I could not move. It was as if I was frozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then within moments I heard her voice. She sounded like an angel. Her voice was so sweet, affirmative, but sweet sounding. I mentally asked her what she wanted from me and who are you? Believe me I felt kind of angry because I was in this locked energy where I could not roll over to see anything so she better answer me! I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She repeated over and over three names that all began with the letters J. I could recognize that she was naming him and his brothers. So, I thought I got it. I said "Angela...is that you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well all of a sudden the energy in the room shifted and her voice became more powerful with a bit of an attitude. She kept saying the same thing over and over with the same three names J... J.... and J....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting exhausted trying to figure out what seemed to be some kind of riddle. I knew clearly it couldn't have been his sister because her name began with the letter A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the connection was broken because the bedroom door was opened. I felt drained and upset. He asked me what was wrong. But how do you tell someone your dating in the early stages that you can communicate with the afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just passed it off that I had a bad dream......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed and I could not shake the encounter that I had in his apartment. So, I decided to take a deep breath and tell him what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finished completing my story, he just starred at me and his face was white. I was afraid to say anymore! Did he think I was nuts? Was he going to stop seeing me? My heart was racing from the emotions running through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says very calmly and quietly, my sister's name is Jessie Blue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I feel confused because he told me that he had a sister who passed but her name was Angela. So I ask "Who is Jessie Blue?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered "That was her stage name, she was a singer". He also mentioned to me that she never liked her birth name of Angela and that she would only use her stage name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was becoming very clear why she was getting agitated every time I would finish her sentence with the name of Angela. Wow.. I thought... that is why she was saying the three J's she wanted me to say Jessie Blue. Incredible! But how could I say Jessie Blue when I did not know her stage name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The information for him was too much. I think he felt how is it possible for you to encounter her only after knowing me for two months. He had been asking all those years for some kind of proof from her that she was alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to explain to him that this was her way of communicating to you through me.&lt;br /&gt;But he just seemed upset and angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never spoke of it again after that day because I knew I had to respect his feelings. And so I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you Jessie Blue! Rest in peace with all the angels!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973360918595021829-3411469151176824573?l=humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/feeds/3411469151176824573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/2009/08/angelas-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973360918595021829/posts/default/3411469151176824573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973360918595021829/posts/default/3411469151176824573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/2009/08/angelas-visit.html' title='Angela&apos;s visit'/><author><name>humanangels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08378339058760727004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/S3CfYQwTRJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/q43jfl-L0Bs/S220/IMG_2726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/Sn4g7XR6aWI/AAAAAAAAADI/kfzwsnjqxdc/s72-c/jessie+blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973360918595021829.post-6441006066543917190</id><published>2009-08-08T16:50:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:18:53.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you think she can hear us?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/Sn4TuohiVRI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ks8lpuwFS9M/s1600-h/girl+and+women+in+bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367749497745200402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/Sn4TuohiVRI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ks8lpuwFS9M/s400/girl+and+women+in+bed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late one evening sound asleep in my comfy bed around the hour of 3am or so, I could feel myself waking up. I was happy to be peacefully sleeping, however, there was something or someone in my room feeling quite comfortable as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I became more awake, I could hear a conversation in the opposite corner of my room. I could not make out what was being said. The chatter sounded as if they were talking over each other which made it difficult to dicipher any words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay there very still, as to not alert the energy that I was awake and could hear them. Trust me they always seem to know when you are aware or their presence. As I continue to lay there I tried to listen carefully to what sounded like a conversation between a little girl and a women. The left side of my head was pressed into the pillow which was blocking out some of my hearing capability. It also seemed like they were whispering as well which made it even more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of a sudden the little girls voice sounded much closer to me. I could now hear her at the foot of my bed. I clearly heard her say "Do you think she can hear us?" as if she was questioning the woman across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid there and wondered I am really hearing this? Did I just hear her say that? I knew I did, but, you always end up questioning yourself. I laid very very still and tried to look in the direction of where the voice was coming from to see if I could see anything. It was very dark, but I could slightly see my cat Molly laying by feet sound asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within a moment I could hear the little girl speak again, I say little girl because that is how her voice sounded to me. In a sweet and soft whisper the little girl calls " Molly!" "Molly!".  I am amazed by this because she is calling out to my cat. Clearly something happened because Molly began to moan and move about as if she was being disturbed from her restful sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Molly heard her or maybe she was touched by this little girl energy. Clearly, Molly was aware of her presence too! Although I could not see her, the communication was my confirmation of the encounter. Because not only could I hear them, but I was sure Molly could too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly I sat up to see if I was able to witness anything visually. My eyes were now a bit more adjusted to the darkness, but still there was nothing that I could see. For a few more moments I sat up in bed and tried to encourage more communication, but all was quit. Molly rolled over and continued to sleep and I did the same. All was quiet the rest of the night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973360918595021829-6441006066543917190?l=humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/feeds/6441006066543917190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-think-she-can-hear-us_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973360918595021829/posts/default/6441006066543917190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973360918595021829/posts/default/6441006066543917190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-think-she-can-hear-us_08.html' title='Do you think she can hear us?'/><author><name>humanangels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08378339058760727004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/S3CfYQwTRJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/q43jfl-L0Bs/S220/IMG_2726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/Sn4TuohiVRI/AAAAAAAAADA/Ks8lpuwFS9M/s72-c/girl+and+women+in+bed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973360918595021829.post-1028664305855712263</id><published>2009-08-07T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T07:09:30.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The old man appeared</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/SnzDa_IBpnI/AAAAAAAAABc/AZoqg7gWhXw/s1600-h/Philly+054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367379724307900018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/SnzDa_IBpnI/AAAAAAAAABc/AZoqg7gWhXw/s400/Philly+054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/Sny4GnWdQvI/AAAAAAAAABU/9E5zkDROxvk/s1600-h/Philly+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367367279700689650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/Sny4GnWdQvI/AAAAAAAAABU/9E5zkDROxvk/s400/Philly+068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was my second time in Philly. The first time was a quick stop in for a business trip. So this time I knew I wanted to sight see and yes have the famous philly cheese steak hero. And so I did and for days I felt full.... Errrrrrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went on to visit some historical sites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This home was built in the late 1600's beautiful like a step back in time. I am always amazed to step into a structure that is still standing after all those years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off to the right of the front doorway was a section blocked off. It was a staircase to the second floor but it was closed to the public. I felt very drawn to that spiral staircase winding up to the next floor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon entering the home, I immediately felt a presence. What I mean by this, is vibrational sense of energy around me but not seen by the naked eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I began to ask, "Who are you?" "Can I help you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Within moments the feeling became stronger. I could sense the air next to me getting colder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went on to ask, of course, mentally. Do you really think I would ask out loud around a bunch of strangers? Hmmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I tuned in on a certain area of the house. I knew it was a man, who I did not know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The energy came closer to my presence so I asked if he would back away so I could take a picture of him. He moved over by the front door close to the window then closer to the person looking at all the pictures on display.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would imagine he used that persons energy to manifest. Took some shots toward that direction and without even reviewing what I had captured on my digital camera I thanked him for appearing. I knew he was there, but it is always nice to have the proof. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also thanked him for letting me take his picture and for allowing all of us into his home. I could feel an appreciation for my respect of him and the home. Then we parted our ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973360918595021829-1028664305855712263?l=humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/feeds/1028664305855712263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-old-man-appeard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973360918595021829/posts/default/1028664305855712263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973360918595021829/posts/default/1028664305855712263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-old-man-appeard.html' title='The old man appeared'/><author><name>humanangels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08378339058760727004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/S3CfYQwTRJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/q43jfl-L0Bs/S220/IMG_2726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/SnzDa_IBpnI/AAAAAAAAABc/AZoqg7gWhXw/s72-c/Philly+054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1973360918595021829.post-500550068821997703</id><published>2009-08-07T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T15:28:57.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Leo and the Leo moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/SnylsXey9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clSqG_lrri0/s1600-h/El+leo+y+la+luna+050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367347037554800306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/SnylsXey9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clSqG_lrri0/s320/El+leo+y+la+luna+050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/Snykcg-uo8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fwlcuIA2hcw/s1600-h/El+leo+y+la+luna+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367345665715119042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/Snykcg-uo8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fwlcuIA2hcw/s320/El+leo+y+la+luna+003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;At the exact moment of the Leo full moon (August 5), the influences of Sirius are focused through Regulus, the heart of the Lion, to humanity. This allowed us to receive the pure energy of love and freedom as it flowed through our sun and into our planetary heart. Sirius is closely associated with the constellation Leo, which holds the Light of the Soul. As Sirius and Leo were in alignment on the August 5th the full moon, we had the opportunity to take advantage of this powerful energy. And so I did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Check out the Pic of the moon, looks like a cats eye. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Check out the Pic of me looking at the moon asking questions. Guess they gave me a sign that they were listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known." Carl Sagan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1973360918595021829-500550068821997703?l=humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/feeds/500550068821997703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/2009/08/leo-and-full-leo-moon-80509.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973360918595021829/posts/default/500550068821997703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1973360918595021829/posts/default/500550068821997703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://humanangels-thechosenone.blogspot.com/2009/08/leo-and-full-leo-moon-80509.html' title='The Leo and the Leo moon'/><author><name>humanangels</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08378339058760727004</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/S3CfYQwTRJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/q43jfl-L0Bs/S220/IMG_2726.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fePRRxHz0hU/SnylsXey9rI/AAAAAAAAAAU/clSqG_lrri0/s72-c/El+leo+y+la+luna+050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
