Identifying my angels

Do you do that?

Identify your angels?

I do.

It seems that there have always been angels encircling me all my life. Sometimes I realize they are angels as soon as I first interact with them. At other times I discover them after the fact.

Adrian and Roger Venzo were angels way back in High School. Jan slipped into my life in the Sixth Form. Mr. Tregidgo definitely was an angel. He was my High School English teacher. Whenever he passed me in the hall he would wave and call out, "Shalom!" even though he wasn't Jewish. How did he know I was lonely, alienated and afraid, as an almost solitary Jewish girl in my form in those days? How did he know that whenever he did that I felt supported and belonging.

No doubt about it, Inge was an angel. How awful that I didn't know it at the time. What a waste!

Sometimes I think that while I lived in Israel, angels were nowhere to be found.

In America, they returned. Beautiful Anna - my, how I love and miss her - always will. She was the only person on earth who could persuade me to go down a water slide. I knew I would be safe just as long as she came down behind me. Nancy, always there, hovering, encircling, thinking, feeling, knowing, understanding. I heard from her just today:

I really love you.  I always have - and always will. Onward and upward Tamar.  Have fun with the "club".  Three years .. and you will look to transform things.  First year, so glad to be here among all of you; second year, you find your voice among them; third year and beyond, you are starting to lead the pack.  Remember - New Orleans?  We went to a conference there back in grad school days.  So many serious things happen in this world - to live our lives on a small scale and still be a part of the whole world.  It takes effort, in a way, to be a "citizen of the world".  I knew this would happen - that you wouldn't be here and you would be one of the people I most want to see in a moment. I really love you - I always have and always will.

See what I mean? An angel.

Susan turned me into a butterfly - gave me that image that would save my life. Plus, she's really good at bringing me coffee at five in the morning. What an angel! A person who gives out beauty and wings as gifts.

Danny knows he's one! And he knows why. I told him. Charlie was. I sometimes think he still is [spoken in a whisper] but I had better not voice it too loudly because he will surely think I've gone mad! Lately, at my new job, I think I've met one. Also in blog land I have definitely found one! I received a real, physical card from her - waiting for me in my mailbox at work on my very first day - so she knows who she is!

I cannot describe the feeling. But I just sense an angel when I see, feel, or realize one. They encircle, support, and envelop me with wisdom, energy and a belief in me. There have been times when it feels really dark, cold and lonely, that I close my eyes and summon them to my mind. I sit with all my angels, gathered round me, and we share the quiet together. When my eyes pop open again I feel safe and warm and oh, so much stronger to face the day.

It's really important to identify your angels. Do you do that?

Comments

[david]

There's a whooolllle, interesting story there. Interesting to me, anyway.

My ex-sister-in-law his a really accomplished psychic. I've always loved her, and stayed in touch with her. I found an old journal in the basement when the box it was in got wet in a minor flood. I opened the journal and it said that she had predicted that her transition "from dense to light matter" had begun, but that she would live for some time yet. That was 1986. She has incurable colon cancer now. She visited me in my sleep the other night. I called her the next day; she's lost 75 pounds, but is going back to work full time. If I have such a thing as an angel, it's an angel that walks this earth, and she's it.

[Tamar]

David, thanks for sharing your story here.

I have dreams where my father or Charlie (both have died) "visit" me. It's a real visit. They sit in a chair and ask me how I am. When I wake in the morning I feel as if they have really been there. The mind is such an incredible part of our bodies. Bruce Perry taught me a love and fascination of the brain. So many mysteries and interesting pieces to how our mind works.

Yeah, my angels all walk the earth. Some run and skip - and all drive cars.

[Lisa Pettersson]

Hello,
When checking up through Google, if the names of old friends would appear in any connection, I came to your pages. You mention Adrian and Roger Venzo. In the mid 70-ies I worked in Swaziland where Roger Venzo was working too. Have not been in touch with him for years, but know that he lives in South Africa, Johannesburg. His mail address is [email protected]. His brother lives in Europe, I think. It was nice to know that someone I know is remembered by you in such a nice way. I am sure that Roger would be happy to hear that too. Maybe you will get in touch with him (and his brother through him). All the best from Helsinki, Finland. Lisa Pettersson

[Tamar]

Wow, Lisa. Thanks so much for stopping by to comment and give me the information about my old school-mates. In fact, I did discover Roger through his brother who had found my blog as well. It was a terrific cyber-reunion! Am ecstatic to be in contact with Roger again.

[Claire Ortoli]

I would love to get in touch with Adrian Venzo if he is the person who lived in Johannesburg in the 70's....

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