Encounters with Angels

In the middle of the 1950s, when I was about eleven years old, my sandy-haired stepbrother Robert was then just a toddler. Robert became seriously ill, and I can remember clearly one of his little ears being bright red and sticking out like a trumpet. The doctor was called immediately. Within a few hours, Robert was rushed to Frenchay Neurological Hospital in Bristol, England, with a critical brain tumor. Surgery was scheduled for the next day, but the surgeons feared he only had a 10 percent chance of recovery. My mother, a simple country girl who came from a large family, was inconsolable.

At sunrise the following morning, she was lying in bed after a restless night's sleep. On the quilt a few feet away from her, a small image began to appear. It was a beautiful angel, about ten inches high, gently rocking a baby's crib which had an iridescent glow over it. Staring straight at my mother, the angel wrapped her wings around the crib in a protective gesture, her gaze never leaving my mother's face. Gradually after four or five minutes, the apparition faded, leaving my mother soothed and reassured. After a difficult surgery and a long recuperation, Robert did recover, and from that day forward my mother fervently believed in angels.

I have often had dreams that come true and I pay great attention to them, especially the dreams that occur from five to seven o'clock in the morning. This seems to be a time when our angels and spiritual guides like to converse with us, perhaps because we are just coming out of sleep and are in the right state of consciousness. It is a well-known fact that practitioners of Wicca keep a dream diary, which they call "The Book of Shadows." In this, they record their dreams and premonitions, dating them carefully. I have found with dream information that you may be given a dream that will occur in a few days' time, but also in the same dream, something that might happen that is two or three years in the future. This is why it is so important to write these dreams down and date them as soon as you can, and to note down as much detail as you can remember. One particular morning, I had a vivid and very disturbing dream.

An Angel of Death

In the dream, my spiritual guide appeared and took me into a special room where I waited nervously for someone very important to come; even my guide seemed to be on edge.

Suddenly I became aware of a very tall and overpowering being, staring right through me. He was dressed in a black frock coat with a snowy white cravat at his throat. His gaze was unrelenting; he seemed to have locked minds with me. Nonetheless, I was struck by how beautiful he was. He had thick dark hair, a long thin face, and liquid brown eyes; his arms were folded firmly over his chest. I knew instinctively that he was one of the Angels of Death and my next alarmed thought was, "Well this is it Beleta, it looks like you are going to die, girl, and he's here to take you home."

His eyes held great compassion and deep love, telling me not to worry, as it was someone else who was going to pass over soon. I heard his thoughts in my head as he asked me to help him with an important project concerning this person in the near future. He said I would need to be in contact with many people and he asked if I would mind doing this for him. I nodded my head in complete awe and wondered why he had come to asked me of all people, when there were far better folk out there in the world than little ole' me!

And then he smiled and I was dazzled. He informed me that if it were my time to go back into the spirit realms, his arms would have been wide open to welcome me. We both giggled, and I marveled at the discovery that angels have a great sense of humor–even the Angel of Death!

I awoke with a start and wondered if I had really been communicating with an Angel of Death, or was my mother right when she often remarked to me as a little girl, "Child, you've really got far too much imagination!" If the dream was correct, then what exactly did the angel want me to do and, worst still, who was going to die?

Through extensive reading and doing angelic research, I had believed Metatron to be the prime Angel of Death, but this dream told me otherwise. There were numerous angels who were in service for this particular task. Many, for instance, would be needed when there were world disasters or war.

A few days later my doorbell rang and two of my clients, Alan and Shirley, who were husband and wife, asked if they could come in as they had some important news. I ushered them into the lounge and they immediately told me they had been to see one of my friends, Irena, who was a well-known and loved spiritual healer in the area. Their appointment with her had been scheduled for ten o'clock that morning, but they could not understand why she had not answered the doorbell. A next-door neighbor came out and told them that Irena had had a brain hemorrhage while driving her car the previous evening, and that she had died.

After my clients had gone, I sat in total shock. Irena had no close family in the area. Her son was away, and no one knew that she had died! As Irena and I moved in the same social circles, I sat by my phone and had the dreadful task of informing everyone (even her recently divorced ex-husband) with the sad news. After many telephone calls, I felt exhausted with the grief and tears of her friends and clients, to whom I was passing this sad news. Then I remembered the angel telling me I would have to contact many people for him. This sad atmosphere prevailed for some weeks afterward because Irena's clients, who understandably couldn't locate her, contacted me to ask for her telephone number.

When it came to the funeral, the crematorium was full, and I realized how this wonderful person had touched the lives of so many others and how she had given help and love to each and every one of them. It was only then I knew how special she was to the spirit world too, especially the angel who had come to tell me of her death.

Through this experience I know every little kindness we give to others is noted. From it, we gain unconditional love and thanks from the angelic realms. I also become aware of the prior knowledge that these beings have of our deaths, and the deaths of every creature. It would seem that we can't hide anything from them.

Dream Work

Angels will cheer you up if you are at your wits' end and they will connect with you, especially in dreams, and they will encourage you toward dream work. Our days are far too busy to find time for total peace and relaxation. Noise pollution is a major factor in stopping us from connecting to the Divine source. Our ancestors did not have this problem so much, since life was much simpler before cars, telephones, and televisions. Most of us live in a busy society and we are often ruled by the clock, so sometimes we forget to take the time to connect with our inner selves.

Only in sleep can we be our true selves and cast off the burdens of everyday...