Angel Communication

It has been a long time since I posted but I promised Heavenly Father I would only write when I felt prompted and I haven't felt prompted to do so until today.
Over the last year, when my communication with angels really started I have been taught many ways in which they communicate.  My angels have taught me this by communicating with me in different ways.  Each time I get used to a way of communication, they change it up on me.  I go through a few weeks where I think they have stopped communicating with me and then I realize they haven't they are just doing it in a different way.  I want to share a few ways in which mine have communicated with me.
My first communication was actual words.  Not spoken words but words that were transferred spirit to spirit.  Some times they are just names of who they are and other times big downloads of information and messages.  This is my favorite way.
Music is another way.  I noticed that certain songs when come to my head and it was usually the answer to a question I had been pondering or a song that reminded me of an angel that took me to a different time and place.
Animals.  I have started looking at the Native American meaning of animals when they cross my path in weird or unusual ways.
Just look up.  I have been told this phrase many times and when I do look up there is usually a beautiful cloud, moon or sky to remind me I am not alone.
Nature and nature objects.  Feathers left in unusual places or heart shaped rocks left in my path.
Dreams.  Lots and lots of dreams.
Lately, they have been communicating with me through other people and conversations.  They have brought other people in my life along with my Heavenly Father.  People who have said the right thing at the right time or put my thoughts into words.  People I have never met or old friends and family members who I haven't seen in years.
Angels are given to us by our heavenly Father who loves us.  I often think as a parent that would be exactly what I would have done.  He cannot be here with us but He never would have sent us alone.  He would want to do everything He could to remind us of his love.  You are never alone.

Ministering of Angels Parley P Pratt

by Greg Olsen

The Ministering of Angels—Parley P. Pratt

My wife visited me several times in prison; but at length the period expired that the State authorities had stipulated for every Mormon to be gone, and my wife and children, and a few others who remained behind, were obliged to fly or be exterminated, as bands of armed men were roaming amid the deserted settlement, robbing, plundering, destroying property and threatening all who remained.
My fellow prisoners, who had been separated from me and sent to prison at Liberty, had also effected their escape, and had fled to Illinois to join their families. In short, all were gone, except King Follett, Horns Phelps and myself, and the old apostate, who was left to torment us.
Alone in a State which was wholly governed by an open banditti of murderers and robbers, we seemed abandoned to our fate, and doomed to suffer that full weight of vengeance and fury which seemed in reserve for an entire people; but that people were now beyond their reach; all the fury of the storm, therefore, seemed now to beat upon our heads. We were daily threatened with assassination, without the form of a trial; and repeatedly told that we never should escape alive from the State. Our guards were doubly vigilant, while the Sheriff took every possible precaution. Luman, the apostate, was also in constant watchfulness, and busy in forming plans for escape; then accusing us and pretending to reveal wonderful things to our keepers in regard to our plans; which, in fact, only existed in his lying brain. This increased the severity of our confinement, and seemed to preclude the possibility of escape.
To be tried without friends or witnesses, or even with them, by a set of “Gadianton robbers” and murderers, who could drive out and murder women and children, was but to be condemned and executed; to tarry there and drag out a miserable life, while our wives and children wandered abroad in a land of strangers, without the protection of husbands and fathers, was worse than to die ten thousand deaths.
Under these circumstances, and half way between hope and despair, I spent several days in fasting and prayer, during which one deep and all absorbing inquiry, one only thought, seemed to hold possession of my mind. It seemed to me that if there was a God in Heaven who ever spake to man on earth I would know from him the truth of this one question. It was not how long shall I suffer; it was not when or by what means I should be delivered; but it was simply this: Shall I ever, at any time, however distant it may be, or whatever I may suffer first; shall I ever be free again in this life, and enjoy the society of my dear wife and children, and walk abroad at liberty, dwell in society and preach the gospel, as I have done in bygone years?
Let me be sure of this and I care not what I suffer. To circumnavigate the globe, to traverse the deserts of Arabia, to wander amid the wild scenes of the Rocky Mountains to accomplish so desirable an object, would seem like a mere trifle if I could only be sure at last. After some days of prayer and fasting, and seeking the Lord on the subject, I retired to my bed in my lonely chamber at an early hour, and while the other prisoners and the guard were chatting and beguiling the lonesome hours in the upper apartment of the prison, I lay in silence, seeking and expecting an answer to my prayer, when suddenly I seemed carried away in the spirit, and no longer sensible to outward objects with which I was surrounded. A heaven of peace and calmness pervaded my bosom; a personage from the world of spirits stood before me with a smile of compassion in every look, and pity mingled with the tenderest love and sympathy in every expression of the countenance. A soft hand seemed placed within my own, and a glowing cheek was laid in tenderness and warmth upon mine. A well known voice saluted me, which I readily recognized as that of the wife of my youth, who had for near two years been sweetly sleeping where the wicked cease from troubling and the weary are at rest. I was made to realize that she was sent to commune with me, and answer my question.
Knowing this, I said to her in a most earnest and inquiring tone: Shall I ever be at liberty again in this life and enjoy the society of my family and the Saints, and preach the gospel as I have done? She answered definitely and unhesitatingly: “YES!” I then recollected that I had agreed to be satisfied with the knowledge of that one fact, but now I wanted more.
Said I: Can you tell me how, or by what means, or when I shall escape? She replied: “THAT THING IS NOT MADE KNOWN TO ME YET.” I instantly felt that I had gone beyond my agreement and my faith in asking this last question, and that I must be contented at present with the answer to the first.
Her gentle spirit then saluted me and withdrew. I came to myself. The doleful noise of the guards, and the wrangling and angry words of the old apostate again grated on my ears, but Heaven and hope were in my soul.
[Pp. 203–5 in Pratt, Parley P. 1985. Autobiography of Parley P. Pratt. Salt Lake City, UT: Deseret Book Co.]

President Joseph F. Smith

I believe we
 move and have our being in the presence of heavenly messengers and of heavenly beings. We are not
 separate from them. . . . I claim that we live in their presence, they see us, they are solicitous
 for our welfare, they love us now more than ever. . . . Their love for us and their desire
 for our well being must be greater than that which we feel for
 ourselves.

President Joseph F Smith
April Conference 1916 

President Henry B Eyring

I know that the promise of angels to bear us up is real. You
 might want to bring to memory the assurance of Elisha to his frightened servant. That assurance is
 ours when we feel close to being overwhelmed in our service. Elisha faced real and terrible
 opposition. . . .

Like that servant of Elisha, there are more with you than those
 you can see opposed to you. Some who are with you will be invisible to your mortal
 eyes.

President Henry B. Eyring

Angel in the Hallway from Women in the Scriptures

I am very excited to share this story with you today from Heather the author of the blog Women in the Scriptures.  Pretty much my favorite blog of all time.  I read this story last year before I started having my own angel experiences.  After I read it, it stayed with me for days.  I reflected on it deeply.  I think it was the first time I really sat and thought about the help we receive from the other side of the veil.  I reached out to Heather and asked for permission to share this story and she gave it to me.  If you are not familiar with her blog, please check it out and she has a book being released soon that I am super excited about.

http://www.womeninthescriptures.com/2013/05/an-angel-in-hallway.html

Several nights ago I decided to make bread before bed. 

I quickly threw together a batch of bread, confident that I knew the recipe off the top of my head,  and stuck it in the bread maker. I turned the machine onto its longest setting and went upstairs to get ready for bed, intending for the bread to cook while I was alseep. Jon came up shortly after and we watched a movie together. After the movie was over we sat in bed and chatted for awhile, when I heard a strange noise downstairs. It sounded like someone was rusting the blinds.

"Did you hear that?" I asked Jon.

He quieted down and we listened, but couldn't hear anything.  

"I just thought I heard something downstairs." 

"Must have been the bread machine."

"Yeah, must have been." 

Jon went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. I was laying in bed with our door open and I heard the hall floor squeak. I sat up thinking that it was Jon coming back into the room, but when I looked there was no one there. I listened and could hear that Jon was still in the bathroom. "Strange," I thought to myself. The floor had squeaked just like it does when someone was walking on it, but there was no one there.

Not long after Jon came back in and with a strange look on his face asked, "Was that you in the hall?"

"No, I have been laying right here the whole time. But you heard that too?"

"Yeah, someone walked down the hall."

"I heard it, but I figured it must have been you in the bathroom." 

We both got the chills.

Not only had we heard something in the hall but we could both feel that there was mostcertainly someone else in our house.

Me, being the brave soul that I am climbed further under the covers and sent Jon to investigate. He turned on the hall light and slowly started down the stairs, even calling out a tentative, "Hello? Who is there?" 

As he progressed down the stairs a thousand horrible possibilities flooded through my head.

"We haven't gotten the locks changed yet, what if someone has a key." 

"What if they are a crazy uncle who is angry we bought the house."

"What if Jon gets shot?" 

"Where would I hide?"

"How would I keep the kids quiet?" 

"Maybe we could climb out the window on to the porch...." 

You know... nice, comforting, sane thoughts.

Then I heard, "Wow. Oh wow. Man. Wow" coming from down stairs and I was out of bed and down the stairs like a rocket.

"Jon, what happened? Are you okay? What is it. Did you find them?"

"Yeah, Heather. Everything is okay but look at this." 

He pointed to the bread machine, which had "walked" itself underneath the cupboard, and was pouring out a pillar of smoke. He opened it up and we saw that my hastily thrown together bread had risen too much and that the dough had overflowed in great quantities onto the heating element.  Jon quickly pulled it out and doused the thing with water and then looked at me seriously, "This thing probably would have caught fire, it still has almost an hour and half left on the bake time. And being right underneath these cupboards it probably would have lit them right up. I wonder why the smoke alarm didn't go off." 

"I know" I said. "I checked them today and replaced the batteries but I couldn't get them to work. I was going to ask you to look at them when you got home... but I forgot." 

We watched the smoldering bread machine for awhile, feeling slight terror at our near escape,  and then Jon said, "You know... there was someone in the hall.  I felt them as I came down the stairs. I think we just had a visit from a guardian angel." 

The truth of those words rushed over us and brought us to our knees in gratitude. 

There have been several times in my life when I have felt the presence of guardian angels. Yet, every time I see their influence in my life it humbles me to my core.

Who are they? What type of power and influence are they allowed to have? Can they rustle blinds and squeak old floors if needed? And how many other small, seemingly insginficant, promptings and occurances in my life are really whisperings from a divine being? 

I really don't know.

All I do know is that I am so grateful for the angel who walked our hall that night. 

I love you

whoever you are. 

A great reminder

My Guardian Angel

photo from the movie "Sweet Grass"

Last year, I was going through a difficult time.  I had started doing Kundalini meditation to help me out of my dark place.  During my meditation, I started noticing that I felt a presence next to me on my left side.  For the next few days, every day when I meditated I could feel it.  One day the feeling was so strong I put my hands out to see if I could feel someone put their hands in mine.  I didn't feel anything but I knew someone was there.  I started getting little bits of inspiration on who was sitting next to me.  I knew it was a male.  I knew he was related to me and I knew that his smell was of wet wool.  I prayed and asked who this person was and I didn't get an answer for quite a while.  One day after my mediation, I felt strongly that I needed to look at my family  tree and that he would tell me who he was.  I sat down at the computer, pulled it up and started scanning it.  I was expecting an audible answer so I was listening very intently but that is not how my answer came.  My answer came as I slowly went past a name and the name seemed to jump off the page at me.  It was like my angel was pointing his name out to me.  I was overwhelmed with emotion when I saw his name.  The spirit confirmed to me that he was the one angel that was to my left.  Luckily for me, my grandma knew him while he was on this side of the veil.  I called her and listened to her tell me stories.  As she continued to tell the stories I knew were the smell came from he was a sheepherder.