LEAVES IN THE WIND
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There was so much blood.
Everywhere.
Tara Singer scanned the carnage of the massive train wreck, searching for the little girl hugging a teddy bear. In the eerie night scene, helicopter spotlights illuminated the wreckage high and low, highlighting jagged gashes in the thick steel that crumpled like paper discarded in a trash can. Glass crunched underfoot as she sidestepped puddles of oil and blood.
The smell of burnt flesh tinged her nose.
Smoke rose from uncontained fires which had broken out in several of the passenger cars. The shock from the impact still hadn’t worn off; otherwise, the pain from the deep gash in her arm would have been worse.
Moans and cries for help pierced the darkness. Rushing toward the source, she stumbled over a beheaded corpse. Lifeless eyes on the severed head stared back at her. Choking back the urge to vomit, she forced herself to keep searching. She dared not give up hope.
Then a miracle!
“Over here. I found a little girl,” a rescue worker called to the paramedics as he dug through the rubble to uncover a blonde-haired child.
“Amy!” Tara could see the little girl sprawled out across a torn seat, her little, limp hand resting upon a teddy bear with exposed stuffing. Her sweet oval face was smudged with dirt, her eyes closed and her beautiful pink dress torn to shreds. Pain pierced Tara’s heart. Oh, dear God! Please say she isn’t dead! She dropped to her knees and stroked the child’s head.
“She’s my daughter. Will she be all right?” The words came out strangled with emotion.
The paramedic checking for a heartbeat took the stethoscope out of his ears, then gingerly felt the back of the child’s head.
“She’s alive, but she’s got a concussion and most likely some internal injuries. We need to get her to the hospital.” He called to one of the rescue workers standing nearby.
“Get an ambulance here now!”
Tara allowed the tears to flow unabashedly down her cheeks. Fear for the child’s life choked her heart. So young, so innocent. It just wasn’t fair.
“You’re bleeding. You need medical attention too. Sit here for a moment while we patch you up. We need another medic here!” A young man in his early twenties responded to the call. He knelt beside her, looked at the gash in her arm and opened his emergency kit.
“I’ll get you wrapped in a moment.”
Tara watched in a daze as the child was placed upon a stretcher and lifted into the ambulance. Once her wound was tightly bandaged, she was allowed to get into the vehicle. Sirens and red flashing lights announced their departure. Tara sat in stunned silence in the back of the emergency vehicle, watching the paramedic work on the child.
The image faded and Tara slowly came back to the present. She hadn’t been physically at the site of the crash. She was seated in her office listening to a patient in front of her. With her gifts of empathy and telepathy, Tara had opened her mind to see and feel what Dan Turner had experienced while he related the details of a recent accident which put his five year-old daughter into the Intensive Care Unit at St. Mary’s Hospital. As a social worker, she used her gifts to help her understand what patients went through. She sighed and handed him a tissue, then placed her palm on top of his hand as his body shook with sobs.
“That’s it, Mr. Turner, let it all out.”
“I felt so helpless.” His voice was low, tinged with sadness.
“Yes, I know.”
Big, blue eyes brimming with tears turned to her. Two weeks’ worth of beard growth covered his chin and she sensed he had given up caring about his own personal hygiene after the accident. Though his shirt was crumpled, it looked clean, so he apparently made an effort to get halfway presentable to come to his first appointment with her. He must have noticed her close inspection of his appearance, for he smoothed back a lock of greasy blonde hair which had fallen on his brow and rubbed his chin.
“I’m sorry. I’m not like this usually. These past two weeks have been so hard. You just can’t imagine what’s been happening.”
“Mr. Turner…”
“It’s Dan. Call me Dan, please.”
Tara smiled sympathetically at him. “Of course, Dan. I know it’s hard for you to understand, but I really do know what you’ve been going through. You see, I’m an empathic telepath. As you described what happened, I was right there with you. Seeing the sights, feeling the pain in my arm, hearing the sounds, everything. That was a horrific accident and you almost lost your child. It’s only natural that you’re so upset.”
He took a deep, calming breath and swiped the tears from his cheeks. Though his file said he was thirty-five, she found it difficult to believe. The strain of the past few weeks’ events had worn deep furrows into his forehead. Dark circles shadowed his eyes and he was pale. For all she knew, the accident could have added years to his age. There were no streaks of gray or signs of balding in his thick, blonde hair. But despite the haggard appearance, she could tell he was a handsome man, with strong, chiseled features and light blue eyes framed with thick lashes.
“I can’t lose her. I’ll die without her. She’s all I’ve got.”
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ANGEL GUIDE TO GO
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Angels are everywhere. Just look around you.
Often depicted as incredibly beautiful humans with very large, feathery wings, images and references to them can be found in architecture, books, movies, songs, paintings, sculptures, on the ball field and in our places of worship. Angels are mentioned in Judaism, Christianity and Islam. At Christmas, angels are prominent as decorations, even adorning the top of our Christmas trees. Valentine’s Day would not be complete without the pudgy, winged baby, Cupid, whose arrow brings love to those it strikes.
Actually, angels have no physical form, for they are creatures on a different vibration level which our five senses cannot discern. However, they are as real as you and I. And they are around us at all times.
The realm of angels is quite different from ours-time and space have no meaning to them. Of all the angels, the guardian angels and archangels, which you will read about further along, spend the most time in our world. They can be anywhere and everywhere at the same time. Unimpeded by a physical body, they can travel at the speed of thought. Though that concept may be hard for us to grasp, it is nevertheless their reality. That is why when we call upon them, they are there in an instant. Angels want us to call upon them to help us along our path, but we are not to worship angels; we are to worship God through the angels. Angels are simply our assistants in reaching a higher understanding of God and The Universe.
The word angel is from the Greek angelos, which means “messenger” and, indeed, angels are God’s messengers. In Islam, God’s messengers are known as Malaika. They are mentioned eighty times in the Koran, which is believed to have been dictated to the Prophet Mohammed by the angel Gibrail (the Muslim spelling of Gabriel). The Bible tells us that in the beginning, God made the heavens and Earth and all things seen and unseen. These unseen entities, known as angels, have a very important role in God’s design. These spirits love us unconditionally and communicate with us on a subconscious level.
From the moment we are born, we have a guardian angel protecting and watching over us, but there are others who can be called upon. That little voice in your head could possibly be your guardian angel helping you to make a decision, giving you advice, comforting you in troubling times, reminding you of things to do or even cautioning you about potential problems. Like a gentle nudge, an idea is planted for you to act upon.
Stories abound of people who have had experiences with angels that have changed their lives. I have included a few special ones later in this book.
It is important to keep in mind that angels do not judge us. We have free will; they simply give suggestions. Many times our “gut feelings” are the subtle handiwork of our angel friends, but it is still up to us to heed or ignore their whispers.
Angels want us to have a strong bond with them and to freely call upon them. We do not need to be religious or holy to have angels respond to us. Their true essence is pure love. Quite often we make a connection with our angels through prayer and meditation. It is during these times that we are closest to them because we are focused on our spirituality instead of the material world in which we live.
The more we communicate with our spiritual companions, the more they can guide us. We live in a very hectic time in history, with the pace of life moving faster each day. This fast pace causes stressful situations which take a toll on our health. Heart attacks, stroke, cancer and diabetes are a result of the stress we experience. Not only do we have stress from ordinary day-to-day crises that occur, we also have to cope with a planet in upheaval. Global warming, wars, natural disasters and threats of terror are everyday issues that affect us on some level. Thus, it is even more important than ever to stop and take time to relax and transcend the stress. The more often we meditate and visit with our angels, the more peace and tranquility we will experience in our lives.
Whether you are open and willing to believe in them, or skeptical and flatly refuse to accept they exist, angels will always be standing by. The concept of having an angel nearby is very comforting to humans, as it is always reassuring to know that we are not alone.
An Excerpt From:
GAIL DE YOUNG 2007
Release date: August 21, 2007
print: ISBN#: 9781419980091
The Lotus Circle
A subsidiary of Jasmine-Jade Enterprises
An Excerpt From:
GAIL DE YOUNG 2007
Release date: December, 2007
Metaphysical/New Age
The Lotus Circle
A subsidiary of Jasmine-Jade Enterprises
