SEPTEMBER, 2004

My Current Opinion
by Guy Spiro
25 Years
The Nobility of Women
by Chalanda Sai Ma
Children who Remember Past Lives
by Ian Stevenson, MD

Cyberweave -
Spirituality and the Internet
by Mary Montgomery-Clifford

From the Heart
by Alan Cohen
Ask Louise
by Louise Hay
Science Fiction
by Jacqueline Lichtenberg
Movie Mystic
by Stephen Simon
Notebook
Everyday Matters
by Jeanne Spiro
9/11 Response
Ask The Swami
by Swami Beyondananda
In Print
New Books of Interest
Earthdance
The Global Dance Festival For Peace

Standing Beside You Right Now is an Angel
By Steffany Barton


We are all here for a reason

I remember the first time I saw a heavenly guardian. Twirling my curly hair absentmindedly as I looked outside my grandmother’s window, I daydreamed about the upcoming first day of school. Behind me I could hear the voices of my cousins who were chatting and playing contentedly. Suddenly, behind the metal fence that encased her yard, I saw a beautiful man approach. Although he looked like other men I’d seen, he was somehow different. His feet skimmed the ground, and I could almost see through him. He smiled at me with such warmth and kindness that I felt completely happy. Excitedly, I turned to tell my family about him. When my gaze returned outside, he had vanished.

A few weeks later, I stood on the playground. Behind the school yard was a nature sanctuary; a small creek provided a border between my playground and the wild land. I had wandered close to the creek to investigate the aquatic life. Hearing a rustle of leaves, I looked across the creek expecting to see an animal. Instead, a man came out from the trees, smiling directly at me. He reminded me of the man I had seen in Grandma’s yard, yet he looked slightly different. He appeared bigger and fuller.

At night I would often wake to the darkness. As I lay on the top bunk of the bed my sister and I shared, I could see a glowing figure standing in the doorway. He never spoke, but he watched carefully as I scanned the room. Silently, he leaned against the door frame and smiled. I felt curious but comforted, knowing that he would not harm me

In my enthusiasm, I began to share some of what I saw with friends. Within a few weeks, I found myself in the principal’s office.

“Your friend shared with your teacher some of the things you’ve been telling her,” she began. “We’ve got a lot of concern about this.”

Scared, I kept quiet. I felt my stomach churning in anxiety.

“We have heard about all of your imaginary friends and the stories you tell. Mrs. Smith and I believe that you have a problem with telling lies.”

Tears welled up and my eyes stung. I tried to remember what I had said and why someone would think it untrue. I wanted to be friendly and helpful to everyone, and I couldn’t imagine lying to someone I loved. Still silent, I waited for her to continue.

“We’re going to have to tell your parents about this. Why do you tell Becky that you see people in the woods and that you have a man who comes to your room at night? It is not nice to tell lies, and you should feel ashamed. We need to stop it now.”

That night, I tried to explain to my parents what had happened. It was at that time that I started to shut down part of the divine wiring we are all equipped with. I came into this world with the ability to see, hear, and feel the presence of angels and God. So did you.

I learned that what I saw was, in “reality,” evil spirits. In fact, anything of a psychical nature came directly from the devil. He had a “toe-hold” on my soul, causing me to tell lies and hurt people. I felt devastated, embarrassed, and completely alone. In the hope of regaining the approval of my family and friends, I began to cling tightly to my religion. Now, how things have changed. I give angel readings full time and have a successful practice as a medium.

The angel standing next to you has a personality, a presence, and a mission. He exists to assist you in excavating your true nature and discovering your divine purpose on earth. She will never leave you, and she will always love you unconditionally. More than a best friend, he is a cheerleader and confidant.

I work with my own angels for both personal and professional growth. Over the last few years, we have developed a beautiful relationship and have worked through many issues. My journey to know them has revealed much about myself, the most important of which has been my life’s mission, the reason I’m here. Part of this mission is to provide others with the experience of being in the space of the angels. When we are connected to our heavenly helpers, even the texture of the atmosphere is different. There is a palpable presence of peace and a timeless sense of well being. In the face of the most difficult issues and challenging losses, connecting with the angels provides a comfort that transcends our fears.

We are all here for a reason. It is my belief that by working with our angels and spirit helpers, the mission that is unique to each of us can become a sacred rite of the soul. We can create heaven on earth.


Steffany Barton, RN, is a Certified Angel Therapist and Karuna Reiki Master. She has recently released a CD titled Angelic Notes: Meditations for Life. Steffany will be in the Chicago area on September 18, 2004, to present the workshop “All About Angels: A Day of Divine Discovery.” Says Steffany, “The most exciting part of my job is observing a soul as it changes. In the course of a six hour workshop, I see at first curiosity, then speculation, hesitation, and uncertainty. As the day progresses, clarity, confidence, and excitement override doubt. As if watching time lapse photography, the butterflies quickly emerge from the cocoons ready to take flight. The process is magical, and occurs by the grace of the Divine.” If you would like more information, to register, or to schedule a time with Steffany, please call 913-451-4567, email David@angelsinsight.com, or visit www.angelsinsight.com.


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