Stories about life, love, death, and what comes after.
“So was my Bassett hound an angel in disguise? Was it an emissary? Was it a useful tool of guides and angels? Given the before and after, I’m pretty convinced. I would very likely have been seriously injured or dead (dead is fine, maimed not so much) and would no doubt have done damage to others.”
Will missing the messages from our guides and angels upset them? Do we hurt their feelings when we’re so oblivious?
"The view of the human world I could see with my eyes had flattened, like a scene printed on a heavy theater curtain. And then the curtain parted just a fraction. Midtown Atlanta, the old buildings, the natural world, the flowers and messages, were inconsequential and felt unreal. They were two dimensional, like looking at a projection. What was real was what I could see through that split in the curtain and what I saw was a holy thing."
An Unexpected Mystic 