23 September 2008

I am now an authorised teacher of Elisabeth Jensen's Angel Miracles course.

So what does that mean, you may ask. I think the more appropriate question is what does it mean to me?

The certificate that I now own can represent many things – a meal ticket, a medal of honour, a password that will open doors to people, places and, perhaps, situations which would otherwise be closed to me.

I know, because I've met some people who use similar "qualifications" for just those things.

For me, this teacher's certificate is a milestone – a tangible marker in my own spiritual journey.

It's taken me five years to get to where I am now. So much has happened to and for me since the angels first made me aware of them.

I attended Elisabeth's Angel Miracles Level 1 when she came to Singapore to teach it in June 2005.

Bewildered and frightened by the uncanny experiences that I had been having, I had been reading up on angels in an effort to find out what was happening to me. Some months later, I was surfing the Net when I chanced upon the website of the holistic centre where she was teaching in Singapore and read about Elisabeth and her angel course.

Intrigued, I signed up for Level 1.

I remember how I felt when I entered the class on the first day. I was still very much in sceptical journalist mode. I was a little angry with myself for even coming to a workshop like this, yet I also yearned to find some answers to the many questions and fears that I'd been struggling with for so long.

I felt lost, alone and a little defensive. I didn't know anyone there, and I promised myself that I would get out fast if it turned out to be a lot of nonsense.

I ended up continuing on to Level 3.

During the workshops, we practised seeing auras (although all I could see then was just the shadow of the person who was standing against a white wall for the rest of the class to detect colours around him).

We learned about mediumship (very reluctantly and quite fearfully on my part, I must admit, as I had no desire to get up close and personal with ghosts. Perversely, I also dreaded being the only one in class who wouldn't be able to see or sense anything).

We did visualizations and meditations (and I had a hard time following them because my logical mind kept getting in the way: "But if my soul angel enters my body from the front and then opens her wings behind me, does that mean she walks backwards and into me, or does she face me as she enters and then does a 180-degree turn inside of me before spreading her wings?").

But what grabbed me was the simple exercise of channelled writing that we did on the first day.

We were asked to invite Archangel Michael to write, through us, a message on either fear or love that was pertinent to us.

Blithely, I scrawled the word "Love" at the top of the page and added a couple of hearts for good measure. Then after a guided prayer to invite Michael to give us the words, we began to write.

I found myself scratching out "Love" and writing "Fear" instead. And in a strangely detached way, I watched my hand fly across the page as I filled it with words that seemed to flow directly from my head into my hand.

When I was done, I could barely grasp what had happened. Surely I must have had all that in my subconscious all the time?