“For it is written: He will command his angels concerning you, to guard you carefully.”
~ Luke 4:10
*Note: Names have been changed to protect the identity of those involved
I received an email from a young friend yesterday. It was a simple note, and this is what it said;
Dear Nicole,
I can still see Angels. Is there something wrong with me or can you help me? Thank you very much.
Kirsten
I have known Kirsten since she was a baby. Her parents separated when she was six. David, Kirsten’s father, had suffered from mental illness and alcohol addiction for many years, and her parents were living apart, but still had close contact.
Two years ago, when Kirsten was eight, I supported her family through a very tough time. David disappeared and no-one could contact him. His family feared the worst. And their worst fears came true.
Emma, Kirsten’s mum, asked me to sit with her one Friday morning while she broke the news of their father’s death to her young children. And it was there that I witnessed something extraordinary as I sat with the family in their grief.
Emma was struggling to keep her emotions in check as she sat with her three small girls. She had not yet begun to say anything. She’d just gathered them together on the lounge. Kirsten, the oldest, became very calm and placed her hand on her mother’s arm.
“It’s okay, Mumma,” she said. “Daddy was taken home by his Angels because he wasn’t happy here and he couldn’t get better. Now he can be happy again, and they will take care of him, and he can take care of us.”
What Kirsten said surprised us both.
“How do you know that?” Emma asked her.
“Because first there was one Angel, and then there was two, and then last week there were so many when Dad took us to McDonalds. They just sat with him, even though he was grumpy and sad the whole time. Then one came and visited me on Tuesday night, and told me Dad had to go home.” (Tuesday was the night this man took his own life, but Emma did not find out until Thursday morning when the police contacted her.)
Kirsten cried for a moment, and then pulled herself together, hugging her mum and siblings. Then she said, “Everyone has a time to go, and Daddy was finished here. I will miss him heaps, but I can still love him and he can still love me, and if he is happy now then it’s actually okay, even though that makes us all really sad.”
Kirsten doesn’t come from a family with spiritual beliefs. If anything, she’s had a faithless upbringing. Life for her and her family has simply been hard. But she spoke to us with deep conviction. She was absolutely sure of what she’d seen.
Now Kirsten’s ten. And she’s still seeing Angels. She doesn’t talk about it much, because she worries people will think she’s strange and they won’t believe her.
I understand what that’s like – to know things and to see things that others can’t experience in the same way as you. So we skyped last night, Kirsten and I, and she finally had a space to talk freely about what she sees and how this affects her.
It was important to me that she felt okay about being sensitive, and about having psychic gifts. I believe her, and I believe in what she’s experiencing. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with her at all. She’s simply a sensitive soul, with a gift for clear Sight. She sees Angels often. Kirsten told me there are more of them in places like hospitals, and with people who are ‘alone in a lonely way’ as she so beautifully explained it. They come and go, but they are always aware of us, and of how we are feeling. They are filled with kindness and with love for us. When we need them, they are there, whether we realise it or not.
I find her visions very comforting. Don’t you?
