You can say that my future began even before I was born. You see my grandfather was lying, near death, in Saint Joseph's Hospital in 1958. At that time the hospital had brass plaques over each room door with the name of a saint on them. Saint Angela Merici was over the door of the room my Pappa was lying so close to death in. My mother was pregnant and sitting across from my grandfather's door. As she sat there praying, she asked God to spare my grandfather and if He would do so, and if her firstborn were a girl, she would name that child Angela Merici. And so it was.
As a child I was brought up in the Roman Catholic faith and in school I was unusually devout for my age, sometimes attending Latin services seven times a week. I dreamt of the day when I could be an alter boy. Something that wasn't done at that time. Studying the Saints was something I really took an interest in.
Even on my block long walk from the bus stop I thought about religion and spirituality. If I were to see a dead mouse or bird I would delicately pick it up and place it in my satchel with the intentions of hiding it from my mother and pray for it to be resurrected by me, with the help of my prayers and faith.
I tried to pattern my young life after the saints, Jesus, and my Catholic doctrines following the ten commandments to the letter. My little mind knew the only reason that these animals were not flying or scampering away was because I was not doing something right.
So I prayed harder. But since nothing had, up until this point come back to life, my nightly prayer began to alter slightly. I prayed to God to help me as I grew to find the path He wanted me to be on to do whatever He put me one the earth to do.
So I convinced myself that if I were holy enough and faithful enough and prayed hard enough, God would grant me a miracle as well. So every night I continued praying to my heavenly Father, asking him to lead me do His will. I tried to live my life patterned after Jesus and the Saints as best I knew how. But I remember being deeply hurt when I would find that someone I loved and cared for deeply did not return those caring emotions or trust in me instantly.
As a child I also began developing an interest in extra sensory perception. I would play games with my cousin, that tested our abilities, although I never saw myself as being very good at it.
We would hold séances and studied tarot using a deck of cards and a Oujia board my mother had given me for Christmas. After experimenting for a time I realized these tools really were powerful and it frightened me so that I put them away. I would only read Tarot cards at the occasional Halloween party.
I began noticing that when I dreamt my dreams themselves were prophetic and at times in my waking hours I would sense if a certain person were about to call me or if someone were in danger, when disasters were about to happen. I could predict how future events would unfold like after 911. I would then experience the frustrations of not being able to change those outcomes.
These predictions and dreams simply became woven into the fabric of my complicated lifestyle and as I grew older and I didn't think they were anything special or see them for the gifts that they truly were.
That is until a series of paranormal events occurred and disrupted my entire world for nine months. This lead to some serious soul searching and an awakening. And some sobering moments when I realized my children were even more gifted than I had been and that we were all referred to as indigo children. It made me understand that I needed to research what was happening and how to protect my family.
Now I knew I had a bargain to keep and that the gifts I was being shown needed to be used to help others. I dove into every book I could find on the things I had been experiencing over my lifetime. I had gone to every church I could find to seek the answers to my questions. Finally, lead by a spirit I had helped contact their loved ones and cross over I moved a block away from a metaphysical sanctuary. Not knowing the type of gathering place it was, one Sunday I made my way there to find a place who could help my family and answer the questions I had harbored in my heart for years. Finally everything began to fit. It made sense. I was home!
If you have ever wondered if you are psychic, the answer is yes and by finding my web site you can take it as a sign that it's time to begin trusting your intuition that you need to grow and learn to use your gifts now. Trust me, it will change your life! There is another faith filled joyful life you are meant to be living! Yes, I'm talking to you! You have angels, guides, and souls waiting in the white light all around you, as we speak. They want nothing more to see you succeed and get out of bed every day with joyful intention. Now! Lets get going shall we?!
Love & Light,
Angela Schnell
As a child I was brought up in the Roman Catholic faith and in school I was unusually devout for my age, sometimes attending Latin services seven times a week. I dreamt of the day when I could be an alter boy. Something that wasn't done at that time. Studying the Saints was something I really took an interest in.
Even on my block long walk from the bus stop I thought about religion and spirituality. If I were to see a dead mouse or bird I would delicately pick it up and place it in my satchel with the intentions of hiding it from my mother and pray for it to be resurrected by me, with the help of my prayers and faith.
I tried to pattern my young life after the saints, Jesus, and my Catholic doctrines following the ten commandments to the letter. My little mind knew the only reason that these animals were not flying or scampering away was because I was not doing something right.
So I prayed harder. But since nothing had, up until this point come back to life, my nightly prayer began to alter slightly. I prayed to God to help me as I grew to find the path He wanted me to be on to do whatever He put me one the earth to do.
So I convinced myself that if I were holy enough and faithful enough and prayed hard enough, God would grant me a miracle as well. So every night I continued praying to my heavenly Father, asking him to lead me do His will. I tried to live my life patterned after Jesus and the Saints as best I knew how. But I remember being deeply hurt when I would find that someone I loved and cared for deeply did not return those caring emotions or trust in me instantly.
As a child I also began developing an interest in extra sensory perception. I would play games with my cousin, that tested our abilities, although I never saw myself as being very good at it.
We would hold séances and studied tarot using a deck of cards and a Oujia board my mother had given me for Christmas. After experimenting for a time I realized these tools really were powerful and it frightened me so that I put them away. I would only read Tarot cards at the occasional Halloween party.
I began noticing that when I dreamt my dreams themselves were prophetic and at times in my waking hours I would sense if a certain person were about to call me or if someone were in danger, when disasters were about to happen. I could predict how future events would unfold like after 911. I would then experience the frustrations of not being able to change those outcomes.
These predictions and dreams simply became woven into the fabric of my complicated lifestyle and as I grew older and I didn't think they were anything special or see them for the gifts that they truly were.
That is until a series of paranormal events occurred and disrupted my entire world for nine months. This lead to some serious soul searching and an awakening. And some sobering moments when I realized my children were even more gifted than I had been and that we were all referred to as indigo children. It made me understand that I needed to research what was happening and how to protect my family.
Now I knew I had a bargain to keep and that the gifts I was being shown needed to be used to help others. I dove into every book I could find on the things I had been experiencing over my lifetime. I had gone to every church I could find to seek the answers to my questions. Finally, lead by a spirit I had helped contact their loved ones and cross over I moved a block away from a metaphysical sanctuary. Not knowing the type of gathering place it was, one Sunday I made my way there to find a place who could help my family and answer the questions I had harbored in my heart for years. Finally everything began to fit. It made sense. I was home!
If you have ever wondered if you are psychic, the answer is yes and by finding my web site you can take it as a sign that it's time to begin trusting your intuition that you need to grow and learn to use your gifts now. Trust me, it will change your life! There is another faith filled joyful life you are meant to be living! Yes, I'm talking to you! You have angels, guides, and souls waiting in the white light all around you, as we speak. They want nothing more to see you succeed and get out of bed every day with joyful intention. Now! Lets get going shall we?!
Love & Light,
Angela Schnell