Hi Dyan and Ann,
I will post more later. Thanks so much for your help!
Information about Deeksha (Oneness Blessing) can be found at
https://www.onenessnorthamerica.org/index.cfm?Namaste,
Carolina
Here is the story I tried to post but was timed out:
Hi Voices of the Angels,
I had to create this in WORD and copy & paste because I timed out last time.
My experience with angelic beings (or something) started in 1996 when a major catastrophe left me destitute with my young son to raise (his father committed a crime/the police went after me as well – eventually this got sorted out but it was a nightmare). I had scant assistance to do this so I was hanging on by my fingernails. I put one foot in front of the other, but a cold, clinical part of me planned my suicide. It was like I was on two tracks – one desperately trying to keep everything going and the other with a specific, detailed plan to end my life. I knew this would destroy my son, no matter how (and the plan included this) I managed to get him cared for by relatives and one day when the cold part was in command, I shouted “help!” inside.
Once I did that, a voice, as clear as if someone were in the room with me (there was no one there and my son was with friends) said, “FINALLY she’s asking for help. Well, since you have asked I’m here to help you but let me give you the deal first.”
GULP! (I have a Ph.D. in social psychology – was working in research, not faculty – and was very aware of the code for “auditory hallucinations” of the DSM that would brand me crazy and what would that do to my son??). “Uh, what deal?”
“One, you don’t have to hear us if you don’t want to. Two, we don’t interfere with thought process. Three, if you want help and we tell you what we recommend, it is only a recommendation – we don’t interfere with free will. So. Do you want a recommendation?”
“Uh. Okay.” (I was thinking maybe this was my deceased older brother trying to help me out so I went along with it).
“Okay. First, I want you to paint your nails.”
“WHAT!!”
“Yeah. And choose something vivid, no pastel crap. Oh – and I want you to dye your hair. And get some bubble bath, something girly, like roses or lavender or stuff like that.”
“Okkaaayyyyyyyy. When do I do this.”
“Right now.”
So I found myself walking down to the market with this voice in my ear chattering away, advising me on what to get. Once I’d dyed my hair (I was 44 and had let it do whatever it wanted to) light auburn, taken a bath (the voice assured me they respected privacy) and was doing my nails (dark red) I noticed that my mood had completely shifted. The voice had done what I would have advised anyone who was depressed to do – get my body moving and become engaged in self-nurturing behavior.
So I thought it was my “higher self.” It said “No.” I asked if it was my brother. It said “No.” I asked if it was just a part of me. Most definitely no. I asked if it was an angel and it would not answer that one, though it did say it wasn’t a demon and it wasn’t some dead guy. It said we were “bonded.”
What followed was quite a magical two months where it was like having a dear, close friend nearby all the time. It helped me with my son, helped me at work, and at night when I habitually had trouble sleeping and would shake, it wrapped me with its wings. When it did this (though not claiming angelic status) I felt the same electric buzz you get from being near a Van de Graff generator. I used to call it the “angel tingle” – it happened when one of their light bodies got too close to my dense matter body.
All well and good, however this changed. After a couple of months, the “being” claimed to be the “upstairs self” of an actor.
I so did NOT want to hear this. It was completely crazy-making for several years, back and forth. Circumstances put me in touch with a friend of the actor and I got invited to a party where he would be but I backed off. I did not want to know the truth at that time because the rest of the experience (with the other “beings”) was so magic and helpful. This situation continued for years until two weeks ago when after re-reading Tolle, I decided that it was all just the ego fighting for its existence, making up stuff to entrance me and keep me from awakening. I was ready to dump the whole experience because I’d had awakening experiences in India and after the “Deepening” and I knew that was where I wanted to go.
However, I missed my “friends” (even the troublesome one). Some folks advised me to just weigh and measure what I got from them. Others said ditch it.
One thing I did not know until a year after the first “being” appeared – a dear friend housesat for me when I took my son to see his grandfather in Florida at Christmas the same year the experience started. She used a Ouija board in the house while she was there. One year later, I felt an urge to call her and her first words were that she had “burned the Ouija board.” She’d been attacked by demons repeatedly after her stay at my house and is still troubled by them to this day, twelve years later (though less so – she’s been exorcized, had shamans and healers of all kinds try to dislodge this thing that tells her it is in her energy field). Giving her Deeksha has helped her some. I was hoping that if my experience could be chalked up to the ego playing tricks this might also help her.
Anyway, that’s my experience.
Thanks much for the help – I am back talking to the one who is with me now, working to sort out things.
Carolina