thank you guys for the angel stories...guides or angels. they do exist. reminds me..ahem...another story. when I was 18, I had my first "real" job in a dry cleaners. I never liked waiting on customers. the owner took care of the counter usually, telling jokes, making people feel welcome. I was painfully shy. one day I was left alone and I had to wait on somebody. I had several loads to hang up before they got wrinkled. I walked up to the counter grudgingly thinking, rats..I hate waiting on folk, I have no personality for one thing..I'm thinking these thoughts....there's this guy standing there with penetrating eyes. He was either an alien or an angel or a telepathy human. he said something like great day, huh? or something...I muttered or didn't answer. lol. I was such a freak. Next thing I know he spoke a few words which whipped through me, I can't remember what they were, but they were stern words which caused me to awaken to how I was treating people, essentially I knew he was right. it was like he pulled my soul out of me so I could be here now. I can't remember finding his clothes, and I can't remember taking his money..all I remember is being unable to tear my eyes off of his as he walked out the door I'm still staring at him hypnotized  thru the glass and he's laughing at me within his eyes and I'm just saying in my head thank you, thank you, thank you. it's like telepathy then, and I can hear him saying "all in a days work,  it was nothing really." it's like he believed in me, that I could do better, that I could believe in people too and pull their souls out of them.
love, alysia

Hey SS...thank you for a very nice comment that you made.
I'm sorry that my little story may have brought up some hurtful memories for you....really, I am.
You know...we all go thru different experiences in our lives, some worse than others.....and in all, there are things to be learned from these things that happen in our lives. You learned 'love' from what you went thru......and love is a great thing. You said that prior to all that, you were cruel and nasty.....but now you have learned love. See?? It's not a great way to have to learn something, but I don't think that we are ever really given a choice as to how we are to learn what we need to learn.
I know I learned many things from those years...however, I am not so sure that I learned what I was supposed to...because in the end of it all, I was literally bailed out by yet another heavenly force...which I have talked about here in another thread.....
I don't know, I guess I am a slow learner!! Oh dear...I am only 44 and so I guess there is more than enough time for me to learn still....lol
I do know that prayer was my best friend during those times...and I had several visits from guardian angels...helpers, etc...to help me thru those days..
I think that I might have some idea, if only a small idea, of how you must feel about those past days of your life. I have 2 daughters now who are both in their early 20's....the oldest one who is 24 now, suffered the worst of the 2......she was my daughter from a previous relationship..and therefore, he used her for the brunt of his anger and all......I see how she is to this day and there is alot of buried emotion and pain in her heart....and it affects her in every part of her life. I have talked to her about this and have tried to encourage her to try somehow to deal with all her buried feelings...but she can't do it. And she won't be able to do so until she feels she is ready..and only she will know when that time comes.
It is way too difficult, if not impossible, to move forward in life and in your spirituality when you have so much of your spirit buried so deep inside.
Hey...I really don't know what it is that I am trying to say to you......but you know, pray, pray, pray for help and understanding...pray for release of your anger and saddness.....and when you start to hear and feel answers coming to your prayers, don't deny the answers that you get...follow your heart and listen to what is coming to you. Believe me, you will begin to feel so much better in time.....and then in good time, you will be able to think back to those years and not feel the saddness that you do now. You may even feel forgiveness. And as crazy as it sounds, forgiveness is really a good thing. It will release you from all those bad feelings.
What a relief you will feel! You will start to see and experience life in ways that you never dreamed of. You will even feel good about all those years...how? Because you will be able to see all the true meanings in everything that happened...and how they made you the person that you are today.
Gee....I think I am babbling now.... ...so I think I will stop for the night!!
I wish you all the best SS......I hope that I helped somehow......

Alysia, your thoughts bring up thoughts in me of when I was suffering through the abuse from my husband. I used to pray and pray and pray until I was blue in the face. I remember reading "The Power of Positive Thinking". I remember sending money to Oral Roberts (he was big on TV then) for prayers to be answered. Nothing worked, nothing helped. Now I'm wondering if I had prayed seeing my life as happy and fulfilling and full of love from my husband, if that would have 'done it.' Perhaps this did happen in an alternate reality and things turned out differently.

Thanks for going off on a tangent. LOL

Love You, Mairlyn

Thanks for starting this topic, it is one of my favorite things to talk about!  I have several stories but here are a couple.

I have diabetes, and one evening a few years ago I was out of my lancets.  We were broke as usual and I really needed to fill my prescription but I knew I couldn't pay for it.  We needed a lot of things and this was just one of them.  I was heading out the door on my way to work that evening when I just started crying and asking God, "What am I going to do?  I need those lancets!"  I cried all the way to work and when I go there a half hour later I hoped no one would be able to tell I had been crying.  When I walked into the office and sat at my desk I couldn't believe what I saw.  There were boxes and bags of lancets on my desk.  The other lady who worked with me started her shifts at 4:00, and I didn't start my shifts until 6:00.  She saw I was shocked and she said that she had gone through some things at home she didn't need anymore and she thought I could use the lancets.  (She has borderline diabetes and was part of a diabetic study and always got tons of free supplies but never used them).  She said she brought them with her to work that afternoon hoping I could use them.  What amazed me was that I did my crying and praying at 5:30 but she had brought those lancets in by 4:00.  I just sat there stunned and told her my story about how I needed lancets and now I had a year's worth right in front of me.  We were both overjoyed with what just happened to us. 

Then there was the time my son was 3 and very, very ill.  He had a fever and was achy and crying all day long, and I mean all day.  He just lied on the couch all day and wouldn't move, he complained, he whined, and he was almost delirious.  It was just a typical illness, not something that needed dire medical attention, but by that night I was simply exhausted.  My son was a baby who talked early on, and I'm not kidding...he said his first words at 6 months old and has never stopped talking since.  But because of his fever that day he didn't make any sense at all.  He tried to talk to me but I couldn't understand him at all.  He was just so out of it and it drained and exhausted me.  So by about 10:00 pm I moved him from the couch to his own bed, but I knew that we were in for a rough night.  All I wanted was to get some rest that night because I knew tomorrow would be more of the same.  I plopped down on the couch and prayed, "God, can you please send an angel in to watch over him tonight, to just make sure he is okay, and to give him a kiss, just so I can get some rest myself?"  He fell asleep but my husband and I stayed up a while longer just to make sure he would stay asleep.  Some time later, not too long after, he woke up yelling for me.  His voice was very clear, he wasn't delirious at all.  He sounded perfectly fine except for the urgency in his voice.  I went running in to him and asked what was wrong.  He seemed fine, a great improvement already and I was happy but I knew he had only been sleeping less than an hour and I hadn't even gone to bed yet myself.  He was talking so fast, "Mama, who was in my room?  Who was just here in my room?"  I told him no one was.  He insisted someone was in there and he asked if it was maybe the cat.  I told him that he knows I didn't allow the cat to sleep in his room, and since the door was closed I assured him that no one, not even the cat, could have come in.  He persisted, "Mama, someone was just in here!"  I asked him, "Why, honey, what happened?  How do you know?"  He said, "Someone was just in here and they woke me up.  They touched me. I thought I saw them but they were gone."  I told him it was just a dream, but he kept on insisting.   So I asked him where he was touched, and he said, "Right here, mama.  They touched me right here".  And his little finger was pointing to the middle of his forehead.  I started laughing and couldn't stop because I had just at that point remembered my prayer asking for an angel to check on my son and to give him a kiss!  My son asked why I was laughing and I told him, "Honey, don't worry.  That was just an angel giving you a kiss goodnight!"  He was relieved, accepted that answer, and promptly fell back down to sleep and slept the whole night.   I got my sleep that night and he was fine by morning.  My son is 9 now and he loves it every time I tell him this story. 

Vicky

Thanks Alysia! 

As I look back on that experience with my son, I realize I didn't ask for healing for him, just for help watching over him.  I wanted him to be okay and I didn't want to feel guilty for wanting to get a good night's sleep myself.  Asking for the kiss was just an extra measure.  I am a hugger and a kisser myself, so I guess I just added that in because of how I am.  But honestly, he must have gotten healed that night because of the complete turnaround in his demeanor.  So I was wonderfully surprised by that.  I picture it like this, when I sit on the edge of his bed and lean over to kiss him, it would be on the forehead.  So I found it remarkable when he pointed to his forehead and said that is where he was touched.  It just made perfect sense. 

And yes, he honestly did talk at 6 months.  But our daughter didn't talk until she was nearly 3 years old!!  We thought for sure something was wrong with her, but our doctor said you can't compare kids, they are all different.  My son has had psychic experiences like ESP and visions too.  He is very sensitive and conscientious, and very loving.  He goes through bouts where he hears voices at night, so we have to leave a tv in his room so he can fall asleep to that.  Because of who I am and all of my paranormal experiences, I am glad that I can be there for my son to support him through his experiences.  I didn't receive any support or encouragement when I was growing up.  Everyone just thought I was weird or making it up. 

About your daughter, that's neat about her headache.  Kids are so receptive to that sort of thing.  I vaguely remember reading somewhere, where that clicking thing is called the amygdala or something like that.  I'll have to research it to remember what I read about it, have you ever heard of it?
I remember doing healing techniques on myself when I was a kid, but as an adult I don't really do it anymore.  I do try to focus more on sending healing to others.  I really want to learn more about how to do that. Vicky

Thanks very much for your kind words Alysia.  I agree, the way it seems to work is through intense emotion, need, and desire. 

That got me thinking...how should we react when we have prayed our heart out for something that didn't happen?  Was it just not meant to be?  Was what we wanted a little too selfish?  Was it not the best outcome for all involved?  There are so many ways to look at it, but after disappointment like that you are left feeling like you failed somehow.  Then you have to remind yourself that you can't be in control of everything and some things are just out of your hands.  Somehow there is a balance, or maybe there is just more to the formula that we don't know about yet.  What are your thoughts?

Blink said what I wanted to say but we all have our own words more or less saying the same thing about prayer. I'd like to see what Mairlyn says too as she mentioned prayers not being answered..there must be struggle in there somewhere that she might be able to shed light on. the serenity prayer used to be one of my favorites..basically I just took a few things from it that pertained to me..it said to respect your occupation, as to even have an occupation was a sort of blessing...lol...the reason I needed to hear that, my occupation at the time was mother, and a person who throws newspapers unto people's yards, aiming for the porch as you drive by in a Honda Civic whose carb needed adjusting every other day due to the wear and tear. nobody got respect for being a mother, for sure, but I think society has to change their mind about this most spiritual service of parenting. cross your fingers. I learned to respect my job anyway and not think less of myself for it, soon learning to hit the porch and take pride in the small things of life. musical aspirations were in there somewhere and led to a divorce appearance wise, but not in truth. don't mean to ramble. the other part of the serenity prayer is pertinent to this thread, in line with Blink's comment about acceptance. it said to change what you could, but accept the things you could not change for some reason. would be pleased someone here to bring the exact words to me....   however Vicky, personally, when I stopped putting messages under a candle, lol, that's a prop really, but not knocking it, just never known anything instant to materialize that way for me. here lately, the acceptance thing in the last 5 years or so becomes the issue to mellow out a fire sign child a bit. I just had to admit I didn't know what was best in any situation I was dealing with concerning others in my orbit. that's a real blow to the ego if u know what I mean. for example, it's back to the serenity thing about appreciating your humble occupation: I buy homes and fix them up and resale them; I used to get a fixation on the person "I" wanted to own my house, for the reason that was my own creation. I can be stubborn. Life came along and showed me there is a destiny for each of us, and that we really cannot know what person would show up, but that it would be the right person, for that town, for that particular neighborhood, to enjoy what you have created for them. the extent of my powers was just to believe the right person would show up and it would be perfect for them. somehow their whole life which I did not know about would somehow have led them to cross my path for this business transaction, but behind the scenes of my awareness all sorts of things were happening and I was to accept the surprises as they came along. sometimes I would dream about them, then when they showed up, I'd know it was the right person. this kind of dreaming believe it or not saves a person a lot of uncertainty and snags and trouble as well as time; not bragging, just pointing out what acceptance can produce for all of us; acceptance, that surely the universe is unfolding right on schedule without a lot of gyrations and manipulations on my part, lol, my guides often would have to tell me to shut up and listen.
blessings, love and light, alysia