Christine Alexandria - Angel Chatter: Heavenly Guidance and Earthly Practice to Connect with Angels

Copyright 2017 by Christine Alexandria

Illustrations copyright 2017 by Christine Alexandria except illustrations on by Mere Stone

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Print ISBN: 978-1-5107-2749-6

Ebook ISBN: 978-1-5107-2750-2

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This book is dedicated to all who wish to chat with the angels in a more fluid, easy, and joy-filled manner throughout each and every day.

Table of Contents

Introduction

Angels.

They are my buddies, my pals, my guides, my wing slappers. They have been with me my entire life helping to open doors, clear paths, and, when necessary, stop me from doing anything stupid (aka human). Who knew this could be an actual blessing? I certainly didnt, or at best, didnt acknowledge it. It wasnt until I started getting feedback from clients and students about how beneficial our sessions were that I thought, perhaps .

Ive always been sensitive to how others are feeling. I knew when they were happy, sad, or excited just by thinking about them. I dont know how I knew; I just did. I distinctly remember playing with friends at the ripe ol age of six when one of them asked how I knew everything. In that moment, I realized that they didnt know everything, and that this fact made me different; not in a way I liked. Within moments, I shut down.

At the age of six.

Sigh.

The sensitivity stayed with me, albeit not as strong. While I still felt the energy of others, I no longer shared. I knew their moods just by listening to the tones of their voices, no matter how hard they attempted to camouflage. I developed nervous twitches, for which I had medical tests done, but there was nothing medically wrong. I found great solace in ballet. It was solitary and I loved the movement and music, not to mention my teacher, La Nada. She helped me in ways beyond perfecting a tour jet . She taught me that being unique was a grand and glorious thing, and planted the seeds that I was encouraged to grow many years later; seeds that now remind me to be me and not try to be like anothereither through mimicking or the energies of jealousy and attempting to keep them in their spot. Neither serves well. Its why when I cheer you on, it is done with a full heart and much joy that is all directed outward. All deserve to be comfortable with themselves and share who they are with true aplomb. Thanks, La Nada.

I went to college and made friends. Some became roommates and we started to conquer the world as we joined the workforce. My roommates understood my knowings and didnt think it odd when I called to ask what was wrong. They accepted me for who I was/am and I felt safe. Sure, I dated, but nobody knew what I didshoot, I didnt fully know, let alone understand! In fact, my husband likes to tease me that I did a bait and switch; thats how deeply hidden my blessing was. He didnt know about this until a good fifteen years after we were married! However, these great friends proudly cheered me on with phrases such as Its about time! when I finally came out.

All this sensitivity continued to surround me. I still knew stuff. I would go to business functions with my husband and tell him who to avoid and who to attract. He listened. I could feel anothers energy, and through that, their integrity. There is a word for this sensitivity: empath. Who knew? An empath is one who can sense energies from others and typically takes them on as their own mood. Unfortunately, if one isnt aware that the energy is a result of another source, the empath can become ill, depressed, or unsettled. At the very least, he or she can become withdrawn as it becomes too difficult to function out there. The energies are very real, as an empath absorbs them like a sponge. For example, some feel an earthquake building for days prior; feelings of shakiness (excuse the pun) take over their being.

Our pets are very much the same; not having been programmed to know what is acceptable or normal, they act as they feel. As an example, my dog, Gabi, knows when a thunderstorm is imminent even before the clouds darken the skies. She becomes needy, a true shadow to me, and tries to hide. Whether its human or animal, its all energy that is being felt. Im lucky in the sense that these energies do not control my being to the point of becoming overwhelmed. While I certainly sense the unease, Ive also learned how to disengage at varying levels. I know when it is me versus an outside source. Do I get warnings of catastrophic energies? At times, but this is luckily not a gift that is high on my list of gifts. It is for many empaths, and I feel for them; it can be a heavy load to carry, indeed.

I became a stay-at-home mom and loved it and all that it encompassed: nurse, cuddler, cook, chief bottle washer, mediator, chauffeur, book reader, and more. Unbeknownst to me, the angels began to creep in. Slowly, ever so slowly. I thought I was making this crap up and entertained the idea that, just perhaps, I was a bit psycho. Sure, I dabbled, went to readings, took classes, and even got trained in a few healing modalities, such as Reiki and Integrated Energy Therapy. I affectionately call this time The Dunno Years. Why? Well, every time I took a class, my amazing husband would ask, What are you going to do with this?

Dunno.

When are you going to see clients?

Dunno.

Are you going to teach?

Dunno.

And so on.

The angel-creeping intensified. I began reading magazines, seeing them everywhere I looked, and more. Perhaps it was just a passing fancy. The angels would laugh, hanging their heads in frustration at my thick-headedness, until the light finally dawned on Marble Head! Finally, and luckily for me, I had a reading where the reader called upon Archangel Ariel for guidance. Before I knew it, I yelled out, Pinky! My hands clasped over my mouth. Honestly, I dont remember a thing other than that from that reading. Oh, but what a thing.

My husband was traveling for business, so upon retiring to bed that night, I asked out loud, Who are you? (Yes, I was a bit confused.)

At least this time I was expecting her/it/the energy to enter. When she reentered the room, I squealed in delight, Its you! I now recognized her. You see, Ariel is my guardian angel, and we used to chat away the hours while I was a babe in the crib. As a child in the crib, her name, Ariel, was unfamiliar. However, since Ariel glows the color pink, a familiar color, I gave her the very appropriate name of Pinky.

Whew, maybe I wasnt psycho after all!

The Dunno Years quickly melded and morphed into the Sponge Years. The door was certainly opening and I thought, just maybe, that there was a reason I was so interested in this field. Maybe. I couldnt get enough. All that training? I added to it with crystal knowledge, more energy therapy training, soul coaching, and, well, you get the idea. I began to see clients with great results. Step by step, tools were added to the backpack of angelic arsenal that I would let marinate for years. As each tool was added, the angels were a constant. They were always there guiding me to find the right teacher (many were not the best of teachers, but I still learned a great deal from them). I began teaching a two-hour class here, a Reiki training there. In fact, on the morning of my first time teaching a Reiki class, the angels gave me a symbol that I still incorporate in my curriculum.