With spring right around the corner, the virus that I heard rumors about all winter showed up to visit. Somehow I was able to gather that it wanted an all-inclusive extended-stay spring vacation with me — at my expense!
I turned to the books I keep in my library to see what I could do about it: American Earth, Behavior Therapy, Communication and Change, Contemporary Moral Ethics, Energy Medicine, Healing the Inner Child, Earth Angel Realms, Light Years Ahead and finally, Medical Medium by Anthony William.
Anthony’s book is an interesting one because it’s a combination of a memoir, recipes, instruction program and prayer book. At the age of 4, Anthony was gifted the ability to speak with Spirit and has sought Spirit’s guidance throughout his life. Today Anthony’s advice on nutrition and food has made him one of the country’s top medical consultants. For contacting and communicating with angels, instructions are described in the back of the book. Essentially, just dial the angel helpline.
Like Anthony, my grandma also says food and prayer is medicine. I saw this as an opportunity to focus on wellness and healing as I powered up the super juicer and blended coconut milk, Hawaiian spirulina, sprouts, banana, blueberries, raw honey, and Emergen-C. It sure felt like an emergency as I squeaked out prayers to every known and unknown angel in the Universe.
It wasn’t the first time I had called upon the angels for help.
I’m sure they were not too far off after the last incident when I wandered into the tree and the branch went into my eye. Or the time I pulled the baking dish out of the oven without the mitts on. Or when a metal stool at Graeter’s ice cream shop crushed my foot.
(I see where there’s room for improvement: the sawed-off claw-footed steel stools at Graeter’s would be friendlier if they were made of something less lethal, like beautiful rubber-coated bamboo or just regular plexi-glass).
I should not expect that the stool leg of the corner ice cream shop will crush my tendons. Who keeps stools like that? Graeter’s, that’s who keeps stools like that. And just remember, if you’re in a desperate situation in an ice cream shop, those stools can do some real damage.
I’ve been praying for Graeter’s and its stools ever since.
In all scenarios, from falling up and down the stairs to being bitten by rabbits, the angels have helped me to heal. I am especially thankful that they were there with me during this virus. I never saw them, but then again, I never saw the virus or the germs, either. That’s the thing about angels: We can’t prove they are there but we also can’t prove that they are not there. Before scientists and engineers developed the technology to see viruses and germs, people knew viruses and germs were there but they just couldn’t see them.
Once upon a time, when we were little kids like Anthony, we could all see the angels. I saw them in my last dream preparing, I think, to spring forward: angels were huddled around clusters of long-stemmed lilies that were beginning to bloom and their hands were covered in golden pollen dust that fell gracefully from their fingertips like glitter. Seeing is believing as Confucious said, “Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.”
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