Today, I awoke from the sound of my Michael Buble alarm set on my cell phone. I thought, because I had gone to sleep much later than I would have liked, that I would have trouble waking up. But as I dismissed the alarm, and re-set it for half an hour later, I found myself eyes opening albeit I tried so hard to go back to sleep. In that brief time in bed, I started to think about how the day would unfold. Then I realized how much I’ve been neglecting my applications to school; that I have one chance to get this right, and that I haven’t been doing anything about it lately. I began to coil in bed, shutting my eyes for a different reason. I grew upset. Sad. Angry at myself. Annoyed.
“You’re so irresponsible!”
“You’re such a slacker!”
“You’re an under achiever!”
These sentences were chanted at myself as I started my day. Making the bed, taking a shower, sitting here and chatting with a friend. Manifesting and spouting out negative energy.
Then suddenly, my hand bumps into my little recipe book which was sitting at the corner of my desk. It topples to the floor, pages sprawled awkwardly, falling onto a number of objects that make it fall into its final position. The back side of the notebook was facing upright, and one word was written in my handwriting, “Jophiel.” I must have written his name several years ago.
I pick up my notebook and take it as a sign. I breathe, relax and calm down. It will happen… I say… they say – the angels. At that time, a wave of relief fills my body and I feel light and happy. A number of archangels, particularly Archangel Jophiel, is presently smiling around me. Guardian Angel Rebecca takes me into her arms and laughs. Thank you Archangel Jophiel. Thanks to everyone. I love you!
