Angel Orbs & Ghost Writers

Hello,

I have decided to post details of my own ghostly and Angelic experiences since while working on my novels on this blog as I develop my non-fiction book, Writing With Angels.  Check it out below and let me know about your own ghost or Angel encounters.

Did you check out the video of the purple spirit orb I caught flying around my room on the previous post?  If not, take a look.  I have recently been informed by a Medium that it is an Angel Orb and that of Archangel Zadkiel.  This Archangel comes close to you to help aid transformation, forgiveness, mercy and compassion.  Diane Cooper also states he is the Angel of Freedom and works on the silver violet Ray hence the lovely purple colour.  If you look closely you can also see that the orb also has some deep blue in it.

Have you see an Angel Orbs?

Enjoy the excerpt and don't have nightmares!

Sara

Writing With Angels

Introduction

I am not your average stereotypical Spiritual Medium.  In fact, I am apparently so different some other Spiritual Mediums can’t help raise an eyebrow when I tell them about my experiences.  They don’t fit their own.  I don’t have pink or green hair.  I have never worn a long flowing earthy coloured dress nor am I a wise woman or even a witch.  I am a mad struggling author.  And I am not accompanied on my Spiritual Journey by pretty looking harp playing Angels wearing white robes, gold halos and flapping large wings like they just walked off the latest Doctor Who set.

No, I like to wear black, black and more black.  It makes you look thinner.  I also wouldn’t be seen dead in public without my makeup on, in a pair of flats and a dress longer than my knees.  It’s just not my thing and not a good look for a short curvy nervous person like me.  I would never carry it off with confidence.  And more interestingly my Angels or Guides, use whichever name you like best, act like my security detail, career consultants, story advisers, Literary Agents and are all handsome wearing black suits and sunglasses sans wings looking like they just stepped out of a Prada shoot.  Why so different I hear you ask?  Beats me.  I call them my MIBs and where I go they go.  They have always been there even when I didn’t know they were.  Clearly I didn’t come here alone.

There are so many Spiritual books out there offering you a different better way to live your life and gain a new perspective on death and beyond.  So what does this Spiritualist book offer you that others don’t?  Have I got anything worth telling you?  Or anything new for that matter?

I don’t have all the answers.  I am not going to pretend I do.  I can’t tell you that the Universe is on your side, that the law of attraction will bring you everything you want and desperately need if you believe it enough.  Nor can I promise to change your life.  That is up to you.  What I can tell you is about my own experience of life and how I am learning along with you how to adapt to the challenges, heartache, joy and adventure it brings along the way.  I want to inspire you to find a solution to your problems.  The answer lies within you and no one else.  It was programmed in to you before you were born.

How will I do that?  Well, it is simple really.  I am an author writing erotic romance, thrillers and much more under the pen name of Arabella Kingsley and through writing stories, I am learning a lot about myself, my needs and what direction I want to take my life and you can too.  Being creative opens doors to your subconscious you never thought existed.  Whatever you write on the page is an undiscovered aspect of you.  Every character in a book is a part of the author, good or bad.  The scenario and plot are from your own life, maybe even a past one.  In essence every story, every character, every challenge the hero faces in your story is about you.  Your secrets and hidden desires are bare on the page.  I can’t tell you how many times one of my friends has questioned me as to why I write BDSM Erotica.  What does that say about me?  There must be something hidden in my psyche.  It made me uncomfortable in the past but after exploring my writing further and stretching my boundaries of the genre, I exposed a secret I kept hidden for fear of disapproval.

But I can’t write anything let alone a book I hear some of you cry.  Rubbish.  If I can do it and be successful anyone can.  There is a book in everyone.  Isn’t your life a story?  You are in control of shaping the plot’s direction.  Embrace your fear of the written word, feel the fear and do it anyway as a famous book once said and delve in to your inner world to find out what you really want and need from your life, relationships and career.  And yes, bring your own Angels along for the ride and let them help you find your inner scribe.  There is a story in everyone.  This is mine.

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Chapter One

In 2010 I wrote a book and the character came alive.  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 weird 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 being, filling the screen in my mind and I  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.  The cold air breathed 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 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 problem 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 this type of unexplained experience.  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.