In response to a recent "angel inquiry" & Parkinsons inquiry
www.dohans.com, this blog, www.AmidAngels.com
An excerpt from my book AMID ANGELS
.
Amid Angels
The original 2006 Herald Angel image and this book
come as a result of one of my angel encounters.
God is alive and He is in control.
My daughter, Angelica, is responsible for the
basic sketch of the angel. Computer graphics have been used to make the
image available in computer format.
The HERALD ANGEL and her story are copyright
pending. Here follow just a few of the angels. There
are many more.
(All angels with this template have been copyright
2006
under registration TX 6-507-409.)
under registration TX 6-507-409.)
The author may be reached at
Amid Angels
Connie Dohan
Connie
is an energy intuit and seer. She is a
gifted healer as well as a talented teacher and speaker.
She
was not born this way, but rather grew into it.
Her training was initially the school of life where infirmity and
unanswered questions forced her to look for solutions “outside the box”. Because of this, her writing and teaching is
understandable and easily applicable by all – especially the beginner and the
one at “a fork” in one’s life’s path.
She
has a practice in Ohio where she specializes in metaphysical weight loss,
energy healing, soul’s calling counseling, private teaching, and mentoring. She
is available for speaking or lecturing on a variety of topics
Dedicated to Bill –
My husband, my lover, my best
friend,
my soul mate, my confidant,
my holder of light at the end of
every dark tunnel
Table of Contents
Section One
Amid Angels
Introduction
This
writing is intended as a practical guide to connecting with your angels. It is not a theoretical or spiritual writing,
nor is it a response or amplification of the angel theories around angel
hierarchies, angels’ names, angel colors, rays, etc. which are readily
available from the internet or books
Instead this article intends to provide an every day, practical,
informal, 21st century response to angels.
Chapter
One
My Special Angel
Although I
have seen many, many angels, this un-named one is dear to my heart and she appears
in many variations of color and theme in almost everything I do.
I
get many questions about her – especially why I don't make her "fluffy and
angel-like".
The answer
is simple. She appeared this way!
One
afternoon, I took a nasty fall. Carrying a full load of laundry, I could
not see that the next step - second from the top - had a carton of Mountain Dew
on it. I flipped over the case and fell head long down the full flight of
stairs. I was alone, badly shaken and
could not call out for help or reach a phone.
Just as my
head was hitting the wall at the bottom of the stairs I felt a “cushion”
materialize to break my fall. Looking up, I saw that it was not a cushion but
part of the raiment of the hugest heavenly being I could ever imagine. All facial features were obliterated by an
unearthly white light; the hair was every color yet colorless As well the raiment and wings were a
kaleidoscope of every texture, color and experience in earth and heaven. No earthly words can capture the splendor.
The angel quite matter-of-factly appeared,
picked me up, dusted me off and sent me on my way without so
much as a scratch or a bruise to show for the
incident. A sprinkling of laundry all over the room was the only testament to
the fact that something had gone awry. I
was stuck in a time warp. The incident
seemed to last forever but at the same time was timeless and transpired in just
a moment of time.
The angel
did not give a name and I did not think to ask. So now, I just fondly say “my
angel” or “Connie’s angel”.
Some angels
may be "light and fluffy" but a big strong one suits me just fine!
This
writing is intended as a practical guide to connecting with your angels. It is not a theoretical or spiritual writing,
nor is it a response or amplification of the angel theories around angel
hierarchies, angels’ names, angel colors, rays, etc. which are readily
available from the internet or books
Instead this article intends to provide an every day, practical,
informal, 21st century response to angels.
Chapter Two
My Angel Certification
To me
seeing angels everywhere is the norm; not to see them would be abnormal.
As I
daily walked with real angels, people started asking me questions. As I answered, more and more people came.
While totally confident in my angel messages, answers and pictures, as an
energy worker, I knew there were numerous “angel training / certification”
programs in the world. I decided that it would be the proper and responsible
thing for me to complete a good one – the sooner the better.
Yikes
- well over $2,000!! Well surely Spirit
would provide! So I sat at my kitchen table, bank book and different angel
course registration forms in front of me and began juggling accounts about in
an attempt to find some workable solution to my “angel certification” dilemma.
Totally
engrossed in what was becoming an increasingly difficult problem, a voice I
innately knew as the voice of God said out loud, “What are you doing?”
“Trying
to figure out how to become angel certified.” I replied without missing a beat.
“I
can certify you.” replied the Voice.
“You
can?” I said incredulously.
“Certainly
– I created them and I can certify you in them.” the Voice responded in a
matter of fact tone.
‘’But
what about all the cherubim, the seraphim and all the Thee’s and Thou’s and
names I can’t begin to pronounce?” I gasped.
A
gentle warm chuckle spread though the room as the Voice said back to me “Get
with it woman! While acknowledging all
these things, this is the 21st century! I’ve got angels for
computers and all sorts of gizmos you guys haven’t even invented yet!! I have
angels with names foreign to you. I also
have angels with names like Gregory (seer) and Andrew (strong) and Joy. These
‘every day’ angels have much to offer.”
“OK“
I said, “Show me.”
So
began a marvelous and on-going adventure.
Angel
Humor
As
you get to know angels and angel energy, you will find angels have quite a
sense of humor, often quite dry. Because
they have never had a human body, they do not understand any of our idioms and
often take us at our word literally.
One
of my favorite examples of this would be Matt’s first encounter with
angels. I had been encouraging Matt for
some time about the existence of angels and their presence in his life. He was
of the “I believe, but show me” frame of mind.
He
travelled often with work. During one evening
of one trip, travelling through the hills of Virginia, he was feeling
especially despondent and gloomy. He
decided to try calling out to the angels as I had suggested. He said out loud
“All right angels in the back seat of the car – I can’t see you, but Connie
says you’re there. I just need some sign
– a light at the end of the tunnel here.”
Sure
enough, the next mountain tunnel he went through, he saw a Bud Lite beer truck
on the side of the road. Literally, there was “Light” (Lite) at the end of the
tunnel.
Children and Angels
Much
has been written about angels and children.
From a practical perspective, what you need to bear in mind is that
young children see angles until other children and adults tease them about it. In effect, the teasing results in a training
of their minds such that they believe that angels are only imaginary.
Most
children have invisible friends; in reality, these are their angels. It is often the last time children see angels
because they have been conditioned to grow up and leave their “childish” ways
behind. Furthermore, grown-ups don’t see
angels, and the children, often desiring to be grown up, assume the same
beliefs and behaviors as the adults around them – not believing in the
existence of angels.
How Do I See Angels?
This
is probably the most frequently asked questions I get. In response to your many queries, seeing them
is just one of the ways in which I perceive angels. Other ways include the
following:
·
I can just “know” one is there (clair-
cognizance) or I can just feel a presence (clair-sentiei nce). In both these cases, automatic drawing
captures the picture.
·
If I hear them either audibly or
inaudibly (just a voice in my head) I will also know of their being with me,
and therefore I am able to start drawing them.
·
I see them in my mind’s eye –
psychically (3rd eye) or they can be “real” and be seen with my natural eyes.
Sometimes
a colored orb alerts me to an angel trying to appear. With a little assistance,
the orb turns into an abstract angel type form and then into an angel
Chapter
Six
Holey Angel
Named
because of its shape, this whimsical angel has brightened many a day for
me. I’ve had it printed on banners and
business cards, and it still serves as my business logo.
Like
all the rest of my angels, I’ve had the template shape copyrighted as a normal
business procedure.
One
day my phone rang and the man on the other end said, “You don’t know me, but
I’m calling about your rainbow angel – the one where a hole is where its body
should be.”
“Oh,
yes.” I replied.
Coming
straight to point, as men do, he asked me how much I would charge him to use
the “little fellow” just once.
Not
the type of question I expected that morning nor any morning, I was caught off
guard and at a little loss for words.
The
male voice leaped in, filling the silence.
“Yes, it’s for my wife”, he said.
“Oh?”
I queried.
He
replied, “Yes, she just loves him and gets all choked up when she sees
him.”
I
was enjoying a bit of a warm glow at the knowledge that something I had done
had such an effect on another person.
“Yes,
we’ve discussed it.” he said, “And we want it to be her birthday present.”
“What
a fine idea.” I replied.
“Yes”,
replied the man. “She wants to have it
tattooed on her butt. And I didn’t want
you finding out about by seeing it on a nude butt in Jamaica.”
They
call me the “Angel Lady”, and I’ve had many questions about angels, but this
one tops the list as far as unusual goes.
And
for your information, if you should happen to see a nude butt with a tattoo of
my holey angel on it, yes, it was used with permission.
Chapter Seven
Angels Everywhere
I know that angels exist
for I have seen them with my human eye many times. I don’t consider their
participation in my life odd or out of the ordinary. However, I would
consider their absence bizarre.
I believe they are active
in everyone’s life but don’t always show themselves or we don’t always see
them.
I know angels can take
many forms & will manifest themselves in the way most appropriate to the
situation at hand.
Angels
can touch our lives in very subtle or very profound ways. A few personal examples follow.
The
Single Angel
My
husband and I stopped at a local Bob Evans for supper one evening. While waiting for our order to arrive, I
glanced around the room. My gaze
happened up-on a young woman with two girls whose ages I guessed to be five and
six.
I
noticed that the older of the two children was surrounded by at least a dozen
rainbow colored angels of all shapes and sizes.
I
felt strongly impressed to strike up conversation with the lady about the angel
presence. Common sense and logic quickly
chimed in and proceeded to talk me out of it.
My gut kept churning and I knew I’d not sleep that night if I didn’t try
and talk with the lady. After all, she
was a complete stranger. If I made a fool out of myself, I’d never see her
again.
So,
mustering up all my courage, I sidled up along side her at the check out. I decided the best approach would be to come
straight to the point.
“Excuse
me,” I said “Do you mind if I ask you if you believe in angels?”
“Why,
yes I do” she replied.
“Then
would you mind if I told you about the angels around this older of the two
girls who is your daughter I presume?” I
replied.
“Go
right ahead” she encouraged.’
So, I
told her about the troupe of rainbow colored angels and how they were operating
in her life. Then with a sigh of relief,
I said silently to Spirit “There I did it”.
The
thought had not yet cleared my brain when I felt my stomach turning as I heard
the woman’s voice say “How lovely. Now
what can you tell me about the younger girl?”
I had
seen nothing as I was so focused on the older girl’s entourage. I shifted my feet feeling awkward and took
another look. Feeling quite embarrassed
and hoping for a soon and speedy retreat, I apologized and said “She only has
one small green angel who appears to be hugging her heart”.
A
tear rolled down the woman’s cheek as she embraced me and said “She’s waiting
for a heart transplant”.
The
Busy Angel
On a long airplane trip made even longer by weather delays,
I took my window seat & settled in, hoping I’d be able to stretch into the
seat beside me and wondering if it was taken.
I gave a little sigh as woman slid into to the seat beside
me. I hoped she wouldn’t be
talkative. I felt an odd pressure in the
space between us and glanced over to see what the cause might be. I noticed an angel facing the woman’s torso
& flapping his wings and arms about in a frenzied fashion.
“Good grief!” I blurted out without thinking, “Is there any
reason you’d have an angel with you – right there?” as I pointed to the spot.
She gasped and looked stunned and relieved at the same time.” My goodness yes” she replied. I am a very recent kidney donor –less than a
week ago. I’m travelling against
doctor’s orders to a family funeral across country.
The last hour or so has been quite uncomfortable. I was beginning to wonder if I would be able
to make it.
Where you are pointing is exactly the incision line. You had no way of knowing. Thank you so much”.
The Helping Hand
It has been my experience
that “angel encounters” occur in life’s every day chores and activities. This was the case with the “angel encounter” I
call The Helping Hand.
It 1983 and I was out
doing my big monthly grocery shop with eighteen month son Matthew in tow. It
was a very ordinary activity on a very ordinary day.
You must realize that at that time, a grocery cart
was just that – a grocery cart. It was a
large raised basket on wheels with a handle for pushing. There were no such things as toddler seats or
safety harnesses.
It was typical for any
grocery store at that time to have several mothers pushing these carts. Trying to keep both toddler and groceries in
the cart was no easy task. Toddlers
routinely played with all the “crushables” whilst trying to escape the confines
of the cart to explore the exciting colourful world beyond.
The air was customarily
filled with mothers’ warnings. ”Don’t
stand up!” “Stay sitting!” “Watch or you’ll fall out of the cart!”
My case was no different.
Matthew was situated in the cart and was
supposed to be seated – but was often caught standing and stretching. I was attempting to contain my son while at
the same time fill up the cart with groceries as fast as possible.
Going down the laundry
detergent aisle, one of a mother’s fears was realized. My toddler stood up awkwardly – stepping on
the bag of frozen peas. In doing so, he
flipped backwards falling out of the cart.
There was nothing I could
do but watch as he careened head first toward the concrete floor while images
of hospitals and head injuries raced through my panicked mind.
Suddenly and
unexpectedly, as my son’s body was completely parallel with the floor, a huge
hand appeared under him and righted him back into the cart.
Then, just as quickly as
it appeared, it disappeared. My son was safe and sound as we faced each
other with odd looks on our faces.
A perfect ending to this
would be that Matthew learned to stay seated in shopping baskets. To the contrary as he often told me his big
angel was there and wouldn’t let him fall. I never saw the angel – just his hand that
once. However, I can say that my son was
sure taken care of in bizarre and unusual ways through his very adventurous
growing up boy years.
Section Two
Inspiration
Introduction
I didn’t always have wall of
credentials & I didn’t always see angels. Nor had I experienced the White
healing Light or the fabulous door way referred to as Death.
I was
an average busy young woman balancing career, household & an active social
life when I suddenly became incapacitated and met Pain.
Parkinson’s Disease
I Have PD: It Doesn’t' Have Me
It never ceases to amaze me how often people
diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease give up & wait for disability &
death to overtake them.
Men & women who have survived war, women who
have done natural drug free labour –hear the four words “You have Parkinson’s
Disease” & they crumble - become frail, turned in on themselves. They just
give up
I often say they’ve already died but haven’t had the
courtesy to get buried. They are walking corpses giving off the smell
of death – complaining, not trying. They have P.D. & they are darn well
going to make sure the rest of the world knows it & what a terrible burden
it is.
Often, but not always, these are seniors who have
had opportunity to raise children, follow career paths, travel, establish
retirement funds.
Having PD is not the news anyone wants to hear but get real – it could
certainly be many hundred of times worse. Everyone gets some THING to deal with
in life & as far as THINGS go, PD is not the worst.
You could have something really painful – like irritable bowel syndrome. You
could have something worse –inoperable brain tumor or Louis Gherig’s .You could
have been born in this era in a poor country where if you actually survived
into adulthood, meds for PD are just not available. You could have been born 20-30 years earlier
- before the current drugs were available even in the prosperous countries like
the USA.
It does matter how a Parkinsonian carries him/herself. What if a
neighbor, your spouse, your child, your sibling becomes diagnosed with PD somewhere
along life’s road? Will they think back to the only Parkinsonian they know
(you) & see a life of complaining & medical appliances?
For those with young onset PD – What example are you setting for your
children? Will they follow your example when they hit their own stumbling
blocks on life’s path? Will they give up or overcome?
I have Parkinson’s Disease – it
does not have me. I have incorporated it into my life path, it has not
incorporated me.
I am 49 & truly grateful for each breath I draw, each extra moment I
have with my children, each sunset viewed, each warm embrace from my husband,
each fresh crop of strawberries I encounter
. I challenge any one of you to take the time to count the really
good things in your life. Soon you’ll find you’re so busy encountering the good
that you have no time to find the bad. Don’t give me complaints or excuses - I
guarantee you whatever your whine, I can do you one better.
I have -had PD 14 years (since age 35)-misdiagnosed for 10
years – everything from hypochondria to MSA (You’ve got 3 months left to live.
Expect a long & lingering death as meds are not helpful in MSA).
While misdiagnosed, I remained-stiff, incontinent of urine, drooling often–
fed and dressed by my young children whilst undergoing bankruptcy.
I was a-mother trying to raise two high maintenance children – one with
depression, one with Asperger’s syndrome.
I was-unable to continue a nursing career or any -y of my hobbies
/talents developed over the first three decades of my life piano, handicrafts,
public speaking.
I was undergoing a-major move (to US from Canada) leaving all friends
& family to come to a complete unknown
-I h.aving enough training (registered nurse) to know long term effects
of PD on the human body and knew the future was not rosy
And there is more but…
I am thankful.
Having PD did not rob me of a career but forced me to stay home &
develop a unique & cherished relationship with each of my offspring. I will
never regret that part of it.
Having PD did not force me to give up the hobbies I loved but nudged me
over to find some new ones I would never have dreamed could give me so much
satisfaction - metal detecting, geneaology.
Having PD did take me off life’s busy highway & allow me to carve out
my own path on which I can stop to smell the flowers along the way.
I volunteer at schools & local agencies. I chaperone the teenage
school events – including overnight excursions, I run a small business on the
net. (NONE of my clients even know I have PD- unless they read this!).
I hit the pool five days a week and exercise for fifteen minutes whether I feel
like it or not..
Sure, I drop things,
shake & fall but I laugh at myself & carry on. It doesn’t take the rest
of the world more than a brief encounter to become comfortable with me &
yes ask lots of questions about PD. (Those who know me laughingly refer to it
as Connie’s one on one PD public awareness campaign!)
I travel alone internationally – Canada and Jamaica. Sometimes it’s a
“disaster” & I end up on the “side lines’ in a borrowed wheel chair in a
foreign country. But you know what – life on the sidelines is not bad,
just different. In Jamaica for example, I “missed” the big coffee tour but
for a few hours was surrounded by real locals who shared their customs
and their hospitality with me. It was an experience none of the other travelers
had and money couldn’t buy. If I’d tried
to arrange it, I couldn’t have done so.
I paint my toe nails neon blue & just last week did my hair up using
my daughter’s metallic green spiker gel.
We laugh a lot at my house – if we didn’t I don’t know how we’d make it
through. (Sometimes I swear neighbours drop by just to see what bizarre
chain of events has got the Dohans laughing this time).
Sure some days seem overwhelming but then we do it hour by hour instead
of day by day.
PD is too big for me to handle alone. First thing
every morning, I pray “God cure me or carry me” & then truly leaving the matter up to Him go about the day.
every morning, I pray “God cure me or carry me” & then truly leaving the matter up to Him go about the day.
You can set the tone for the circle around you. You can whine &
complain & make those around you miserable too or create a bit of joy in
your life & in the lives of those around you!
Chapter Five
My Journey with Parkinson’s Disease
I found myself
in my early thirties with 2 young children, a husband & advanced
Parkinson's Disease
.
Stiff &
shaky, I was often incontinent of urine, needed lots of help dressing. It
was an ordeal of momentous proportions to "get mother ready" just to
move about the apartment - never mind to the car & out. At night I
drooled excessively & had to sleep standing up strapped against a wall in
order to be able to breathe.
So I wailed
out to the universe (not expecting an answer) "God, why don't you just
take me now & quickly?!" To my surprise & consternation, a
reply came, "Because it's not time yet."
Bound, by the
chains of Parkinson's, exhausted beyond words, feeling I had nothing to lose by
carrying on this inane conversation with the voice of God, I replied, "So
when is my time - & why can't it be now??"
The voice
replied, "It is not for you to know the time & it is not soon"
I replied,
"But God, I'm a nurse. I know that nobody ever gets cured of
Parkinson's Disease - it only gets worse. I can't imagine continuing to
live this way."
The result -
silence from the great beyond. In my irreverence, I thought that either I
had stumped the Big Guy, or at least put Him in His place. Fortunately,
sanity and reverence kicked in. I decided I didn't have an answer because
I had asked the wrong question.
So I queried,
"God, how can You expect me to live like this. You know that nobody
has ever been cured of Parkinson's disease."
The voice responded, "Oh, really!"
I began
listing famous people with Parkinson's - some still alive, others who had died
with Parkinson's: the Pope, Janet Reno, Mohammad Ali, Michael J. Fox, Mao
Tse-tung, and others. To this, the Voice responded "You're
correct." My response was "So. if I can't live with this and,
if the rich and famous, with all their connections, can't be cured, how do you
expect me to be healed?"
In almost
childlike simplicity and innocence, the very wizened voice responded, "Why
can't you be the first?"
I said,
"Fine God, make it happen". The response - no instant miracle,
but rather the start of a journey
.
Almost a
quarter of a century later, most people don't even realize that I have
Parkinson's when they meet me for the first time.
Many of the techniques on my website are ones
that I've found, modified, learned in order to cope initially and then diminish
the signs and symptoms of Parkinson's to where today they are barely noticeable
.
Much of what
is on www.AmidAngels.com has been a part of my healing process. I believe
that all things are possible, but some things just take longer than
others.
And my purpose for this writing is to share
what has taken me a quarter of a century to learn with the hope that it can
help others who may find themselves in "supposedly" impossible
situations.
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