The Saints (or Angels) Come Marching In

I want to share a miracle.

Two years ago I had heard my friend Michele was dying in a hospice with days to live. I was grieving several losses already, including the death of my sister-in-law, at the time and could not handle going to see her. I assumed she was dead so she shocked me when she walked into my home for an open house.

Michele is a Minister, psychic, and healer. To me she is a spiritual giant. She told me how God told her it was not her time to go so she called on her knowledge of healing and taught the nurses to do Reiki on her and made the Doctors use affirmations in the operating room. She had gone into remission and got better.

At the time of the open house I was deep in debt, very sick, discouraged and suicidal at the time after many doctors and shrinks could not help me or even identify my illness. Michele said she was too sick to minister to me because she was still ill but she did anyway. She was tough but loving when she said that if I really wanted to get well, I would manifest the right help and the means to pay for it. Like her, I made the decision to fight for my life and within weeks the help did indeed come and I began the long journey to healing.

But that’s not the miracle I want to tell about.

It happened a few weeks ago at a another party. This time on a houseboat party in Sheepshead Bay. I was sitting on the forward deck when Michele showed up and was lifted aboard because she was too weak to step up the 10” to the boat deck. Her cancer was very bad and she’s was doing kemo again but it was only making her sicker. She looked and sounded terrible and went to the back of the tiny houseboat where there was a bed and a breeze. She laid down and just wimpered because of the pain in her liver.

People squeezed past the bed on the way up to the rear upper deck where the party was avoiding looking at her. Not exactly a festive scene for a party.

I had the idea that being single, she probably never has someone to hold her so I just laid down next to her and spooned with her, caressing her and telling her it was OK to cry, which she did. I did some Reiki on her and asked my wife to help. I began to pray out loud and call in the healing power of God, Jesus and the Spirits. Michele loves Angels and she asked me to call in Archangels Rafael the Healer and Gabriel the Strength of God so I did. I called them in loudly.

Now here’s the miracle. Get ready.

Less than a minute later, one of the arriving guests, a woman, entered the bedroom. Unlike the other guests, she was unmoved by Michele’s crying. She stabbed her arm into the air like a sword and announced loudly, “Hi, I’m Rafael the Angel and Healer.” The three of us turned in shock and told her we had just called in the Archangels Rafael and Gabriel. She kept on walking by, sword raised, and said, “Oh, Gabrielle is right behind me.” The next guest filed past with similar enthusiasm shouting, “Hi, I’m Gabriel.”

Magic and miracles have always surrounded Michele and I when we were together but all three of our jaws dropped as the women climbed the ladder to the party with not another word.

Within minutes Michele sat up and began to sing a praise song she had written and soon was able to drink and gobble down a huge hamburger after 3 days without eating and seemed to be feeling great. I would like to think my Reiki skills are this good but I think it was those two Angels who did it and a little love from her friends.

I began to think someone, at least an Angel or two, was really listening when I prayed and started looking for the signs. A week later a woman at church started to talk to me unprompted and “out of the blue” about how she used Archangels Rafael and Gabriel for her healing work. The next day my wife and I drove to Boston and on the way we saw a worn sign for the Seven Angels Center. Rafael and Gabriel are two of the seven main Archangels. My wife had driven the route for 45 years and never seen the sign.

Though I have known her for 20 years, in the last two years Michele has become my best friend, mentor and spiritual guide, and an inspiration. I have always credited her with saving my life two years ago. Over these years, she helped me believe that I am psychic, not psychotic, when I see visions and hear voices.

This week she went into Hospice and I did not worry about losing her again as I sat on her bed today singing to her harmonium and a friend’s sitar. She’s walked out of a Hospice before and she may again. And if she doesn’t, somehow I have the confidence that she will reach me from the other side because now I know that there is someone out there. And I know they are listening. I’ll see Michele again.