When I was in my early twenties, I was awaken in the middle of the night by an angel. A very real, loving, and calming spiritual being sent to me by God with a specific yet gentle message. “Your mom has just gone into cardiac arrest. Wake up and pray for her. Send her healing energies. Let her know that she is loved and needed. You must act now”.

That night, without questioning whom this being was, why my healthy young mom would be in danger, or if I would even make any difference at all…I prayed. I prayed with all my heart and soul. I sent love, light, and healing energies to my mom; I cried and asked her to stay. In my minds eye I saw an emergency room where my mom was at the center of attention as she lay in peaceful distress, her heart flat-lining. And all of this, I did from over 100 km away.

I continued to pray for my mom and send her healing energies (certainly new terminology and experiences for me at the time by the way). Then the angel spoke again. “Your mom is okay now. Go back to sleep”. And again, without question, I peacefully laid back down, closed my eyes and instantly dozed off. Not for one minute did I question what happened. It was a scary but magical moment and I certainly felt blessed.

Until the morning came that is. When I woke, I started to doubt myself over what had occurred the night before. I was even embarrassed by my reaction and what clearly must have been an overactive imagination. Why would I even think that my mom would have been in distress? Last I heard she was fine. And who was I to think that a messenger of God would ask me to pray and help heal someone’s health.

Then there was that clarifying moment that changed my perspective on life forever…the phone rang. “Everything is okay”, my dad said, “but, last night, mom went into cardiac arrest. She was gone for a few minutes…flat-lined…and then came back. The doctors have her stabilized now and she is doing fine.”

Fast forward nearly twenty years. As eye-opening, miraculous and blessed as that event may have been, I spent much of my earlier years “moving on”. Pretending like that night never happened. Blocking out further contact and mystical experiences from the other side. Pursuing different interests that are more mainstream to society and that would not subject myself or my family to judgment and ridicule.

However, these experiences continued to happen until it came to the point that I could no longer deny my truth. The angels do come to me on a regular basis and request that I take action. I have been asked to pray, send light, heal, and give hope to various people in need. And most importantly, I have grown to accept and do so without question. I no longer block this reality out of my life. I have studied metaphysics and healing energies and have worked to actively listen and respond to the angels when asked. It has certainly not been easy. It has taken a lot of personal experiences, soul searching and support to come out of this spiritual closet. To believe in myself and for what I know to be true.

The events surrounding that night will always be in my heart. What I find to be most liberating about the experience is the realization that while submerged in the actual event, I had jumped right in with both feet and never questioned the power within. However, once my mind had a chance to digest what happened, my inner light began to dim and was replaced with self-doubt, questions, and disbelief. I started to dismiss my truths and went back to my old, clouded way of thinking. Why do we as a society so often dismiss the unknown? Why do we lack confidence in our abilities? I have spent much of my life getting back to the inner peace and strength I felt that night. To bravely journey on my path and activate my God given power within.

Please remember that our powerful souls are capable of extraordinary miracles. It is certainly possible to lift the veil between our worlds and flow with the energies of the universe. We only need to open our hearts, minds and souls to allow the experience in. The path is lit and it is time. God Speed.

Namaste,

Lauren Heistad