I used to dreamt into the future when I was younger and had long, deep uninterrupted sleeps. When my son was born my partner and I barely slept for three years. Now that was hard. I would go to work with not having any sleep. But back to seeing things in the future, I believe the actual term is “Precognition”. And when you walk into the remembering in the waking day it is called “Déjà vu”meaning “already seen”.
I was trained by yogic teachers not to share your abilities in this realm. Mostly because people will think you had lost your mind, or be disheartened by their lack of this experience. And a lot of people have “spiritual experiences” that don’t seem to make them any saner. But I think that is the point, these experiences aren’t meant to help you function better in the material world. They are however meant to make you a more loving person to those around you and we’re all working on that. But you say, you are breaking your training and sharing this. Yes. Because people have forgotten that this can be true. Their lives have become hollow and lost. Pointless, depressing, racing from one event to the next. I want to show a way home, by sharing how I was showed home.
Aged 28, on a day trip to Victoria, on Vancouver Island while living in Vancouver, I went to the market square, that in my experience became suddenly thick with moving energy. My companion that day seemed pretty ok about me having a moment, as she was showing me a place that had meant a lot to her too.
In awe of the sacredness I felt, I whispered to my companion “I dreamt about this place a few years ago, but instead of energy I was shown shakespearean actors in different coloured robes, with frilled ruffle collars, flying through the air, spiralling and swirling around.”
The dream was surprising to me, because I had never been to this island before. My hair was on end, now aware that I had been night–walking in the spirit realm. I went home and mentioned it to a friend, who thought we should come back another day and experience it together.
So we did!
On the ferry we went, bussing to the market square. And lo and behold, we could still feel the energy.
As I crept towards the source, I mentioned to my friend that the energy felt stronger by this tree, so we sat down beside it.
I had been training very strongly in Buddhism, which was very feet on the ground, being present for others in focus. But that training had also taught me when something like this happens to trust it – and to keep my feet on the ground, so not to get swept away.
At the time I was feeling quite burnt out, more from having delicate health since childhood, and I noted when I sat by the tree, the energy in and around me started integrating very gently. I was used to having very strong energetic experiences, so this felt very soothing and calming. At the time I thought this must be a portal for some type of Devine Feminine energy, because of that gentleness. Hours passed, lunch was had a Mexican restaurant. Back at the tree we noted a man looking out every so often at us from his crystal and metaphysical bookshop. Life for me doesn’t tend to be subtle.
We walked over to his shop and entered, I started walking directly to the back of his shop. He came up to us and said are you here to see the room? “What room?” we replied. He opened the door, there was a small room with a sofa, plants and a trickling water feature. I sat down, and was immediately filled with strong energy coming down from a vortex in the ceiling. I drank it in, as it replenished the part of me that felt burnt out. He mentioned this vortex was from an old god, and something about the wing tips of a dove. We explained our experiences from the tree, and he asked “was it this energy you were feeling?” and we replied “no it feels different, more gentle”. He explained that people turn up out of the blue to experience the healing in the room, “they come through intuition”.
My friend was getting scared, and wanted to leave. Fair enough it was a lot to take in. She declined his offer to go on his mailing list, something I have regretted since, because his vortex and understanding did help. We sat back down at the tree and it started gently integrating the energy I just received from the room. I thought to myself this is remarkable! It would normally take awhile for me to acclimatise new energy.
We bussed and ferried home. When I went to sleep that night, I felt large, beautiful, white wings falling into me. I understood then and there, that they were angel wings.
I was a sarcastic, intellectual, goth in my teens. For someone to speak about experiences with angels was to be instantly dismissed as a light, no… a featherweight. But there it was. Someone like me, just had one. And I couldn’t deny it – more so it felt really good.
Even now when I look at content about angels, most of it does not ring a bell so much, especially if there are fluorescent colours involved. But I have been studying the Western Mysteries on and off since my twenties, and now I teach a style of it. In the Western Mysteries there is content on angels, and it does ring a bell. I get something from it. It’s there in the Tarot, and in the Qabala. When people now speak of angels, I feel my heart burst with happiness for them. Once when I was giving a retreat on the tarot, a young German man named Zen expressed his love for angels and a whole room of queer women swooned. So powerful.
I have had quite a few jaw drop on the floor spiritual experiences in my life. But this one tends to stand apart in my memory, I think in someways because it was quite gentle. I’m writing this as an introduction to why I would give a retreat on angels. Perhaps we might see you there? You can stay closeted. No one needs to know you are secretly into angels. For those who are outwardly into angels in a big way, I think you will love these seven days focussed on something you love. And for those who are into experiencing new things – well do I have the retreat for you.