As I continue my work as a full time nurse and channel for angels, I’m in awe about Mabel Rose. She came to me last night and woke me up @ 0200 and was wondering who is it this time? Sometimes I don’t get how they will manifest in my reality? It used to be a challenge for me to deliver angels messages to the patient that I’m taking care of because of my fear of being judge as crazy. But now I find that they are actually open to these messages and the judgements that I felt before was coming from unconscious negative beliefs about my self and my personal history of being labelled as psychotic. I finally realized that my nursing work is not totally different from being a messenger of angels messages, because we are actually doing the same job in the form of sending healing, love, care, and kindness. The only difference is that the angels have no hands and feet like the nurse in me. Funny as it seems that I didn’t get this, while I was being challenged in a blind way. I always thought this nursing job is professional and can’t be confused as an angel messenger. Come to think of it people actually pays for an angel reading and why not if this work for others.
This is the story of Mabel Rose, I have a resident where I work as a nurse and I always feel good around her and I always tell her that that I’m going to take her home, needless that I know I was going to do an angel reading with her. She came to the office and asked me how amI doing because she heard that I was sick. I said I was working too much because there is no one to replace me and someone has to do the job. Then somehow our eyes connect and I knew I have a message for this woman. Then she ask are you trying to talk to me and I said “yes pls seat down”…
I felt this energy within my body and I stare at her, then I realized that on my table I had printed my writing about of death and dying and I gave it to her and she started telling me her story. She lost a child in still birth on Jan 4, 1949 and then she had another daughter after 1 yr and was born on Jan 4th, then it dawn on me that this is weird beacuse my youngest son was born on Jan 4th somehow we are really connecting. Then I ask her if she named the baby and she said not really but we had a funeral for her. She said the most painful of it all is that, she didn’t want to see the baby and never did.
I told her that we are going to name her right now. I heard the thought from my heart “Rose” so I told her how about Rose then she proceeded Mabel, Mabel Rose! so we concluded. She felt released then she went further on that when she was 16 months old her mother died of childbirth and she remembered being passed over the coffin and seeing her mom inside the coffin. This trauma recreated her own fear when she was a child and thus became her experience of her lifetime until she learns the lesson that she needed to see.
I wrote the name Mabel Rose and drew a picture of a rose and an angel, she said to me “your like a mystique!” I told her I call my self a mystic angel. I took her home and we kissed and told her “pls don’t tell this to anyone at work because this is between us and your angel.”