Hello,
I have decided to post chapters from Writing With Angels on here as I complete them. The first one is below. Let me know what you think.
Above is another Youtube video of more orbs and light anomalies I have recorded around me.
Please share any experiences you have had with Spirits, orbs, Angels etc on the comments below. I would love to hear about them.
Enjoy the rest of your weekend and if you want to check out my erotica and romantic suspense novels please take a look at my blog, Arabella Kingsley.
Sara
Writing With Angels
Chapter One
In 2010 I wrote a book.
It was a Victorian Vampire Romance about a handsome Rich and very well
attired English Lord who was half vampire and half human and hell bent on both
loving and protecting his Queen. I loved
writing about his exploits in the story and I have to confess I rather fell in
love with him. I never expected him to
leap off the page and come to life in front of me.
Stranger than fiction?
Most definitely. I’d noticed
something strange was happening as I got further and further in to the
novel. I always see my story as a movie
playing in my head. Occasionally it is
disjointed and I have to piece it together but often it runs eloquently from
scene to scene. The first picture will
flourish in to life filling the screen in my mind and I will translate it on to
the page. As I do the details expand and
the words flow fast. I will listen to a
song I feel fits the scene that has presented itself and it conspires with my
imagination to grow the image. The
writing becomes fast and frantic as I reach to get every detail out on to the
page playing the song and the scene over and over again. Only this day there was something new,
something extra occurring in the process.
I became aware for the first time that the scene hadn’t just
been presented out of thin air in my mind, that it wasn’t a random collection
of thoughts and images I tried to define and make sense of, it had been planted
there by someone else.
The image was of deep snow in a forest. My hero and the army of men who accompanied
him all wearing long black wool coats wielding swords on top of horses in the
Victorian era were making their way through the forest determined to find their
missing Queen. Suddenly I felt as though
I were really there with them, standing at a distance viewing everything in
front of me. The sensation was so strong
I could hear the crunch of snow as I walked and feel the stillness of the
atmosphere around me. I could feel the
cold air breathe against my face chilling the skin. Amazed I reached out my hand to brush my
fingertips against some snow resting on top of the branch of a pine tree. I could really feel its icy texture as I
rolled it in the palm of my hand forcing it to melt. I wasn’t just seeing vividly I was
experiencing touch and hearing. The
scene no longer felt like an image I was using for my novel but some kind of
psychic vision.
Surprised I stopped the music playing on my I-Pod pounding
loudly in my ears and my reality came back in to focus. The vision had been exhilarating and my heart
was pounding. I wondered if I might be
tapping in to some new creative ability in my mind that only really successful
writers unlike myself could use. But I
was to receive a shock.
I think I need to explain the lead up to this experience
that would signal a profound change in my life.
Not long before I had been seeing lots of tiny twinkling lights around
me. Mostly they were a colbalt blue
colour but I was soon to see bright red, orange, green, deep purple, yellow and
another paler shade of blue. At first I
panicked wondering what the heck was wrong with my eyes. I had been experiencing a lot of dizziness
since 2008 which was slowly getting worse and heralding the arrival of lots of
other symptoms from a nervous system and brain disorder called functional
neurological disorder which made me paralysed for periods of time, gave me fits
and much more, something it continues to do so.
I couldn’t help thinking that this might be another weird symptom or a
problem with my eyes. Quickly I made an
appointment with the Optician. He
performed a test on the back of my eyes and found nothing wrong at all. And there was nothing to suggest that the
lights were part of my brain disorder.
The frequency with which I began to see the tiny sparks of
light increased. I saw them often when
writing and at night in my bedroom of all places. Confused and highly intrigued I found myself
checking out a lot of Doreen Virtue’s books on Angels. She describes pinpricks of light as an
Angel. In particular she referenced the
small intense blue light as Archangel Michael.
Naturally I became excited wondering why I had been graced with this
Angel’s presence.
To learn more I attended a Spiritual Circle run by a local
Medium. I had tried to go to the
sessions two years before but the onset of my illness had prevented me from
driving and I just hadn’t been up to it.
Although I was still unwell I was in the frame of mind to develop my own
psychic powers as much as I could whilst writing my novel Knight of Swords and
find out more about the Angel lights twinkling around me.
I wasn’t a complete stranger to strange experiences. When I look back I had seen blue lights when
I was younger. But as you grow up you
begin to dismiss these things or they fade in to the background. I remember often feeling frightened at night
as a child. The door to my bedroom
always had to be opened so I could view the landing and the stairs. The idea that someone might walk up the
stairs and cross the landing to my room at night terrified me. It was just something that kept me
preoccupied at night. I would lie in my
bed staring out in to the blackness waiting for that man to come. Then one very early morning it happened.
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