In the Arms of the Angel, in Istanbul

“In the Arms of the Angel” by Sarah McLachlan was playing in the background. The whole scene was itself quite heavenly. In a hotel conference room, people were swinging their arms and dancing with the music. There definitely was a different energy in the room. A new course I was attending was about to start. The song that was playing took me to another place for a while.

My friends know that I love giving angels’ messages. I love using Doreen Virtue’s angel cards series for that. What a gentle way of bringing us together with the energy of these wonderful beings.

Especially kids ask me if they have guardian angels. I tell them that they indeed do. What happens in time that we lose our belief in them? It is not because they go away because they don’t. We are just not that interested in listening anymore. We start to believe that they cannot exist, or maybe that we cannot be loved totally and unconditionally.

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About 2 years ago, I was coming back to Istanbul on an early morning flight from Barcelona. As we were landing, I realized that it had just started to rain in Istanbul. My mother was with me and for some reason she was not happy about the rain. I could not understand her uneasiness for the rain. When it became clear that we would need to take the bus to go to the terminal from the plane, she was even more uneasy. She kept saying “we will need to get off the plane under the rain”.

We have been on and off planes many many times and we had got on and off planes in rain and even snow many times. I told her there was no problem and that Istanbul was great in rain as well. I remember the moment I stepped on the steel stairs to get off. I realized that I was sliding down and then all became a blur. I was rolling down the metal stairs like a ball. I had no control, no sense of direction and was just rolling down. At some point I felt some pain in my face, but apart from that all was lost. I did not faint. Yet, when I came to my senses, I was sitting on the floor on the cement run right below the stairs of the plane. I heard my mother’s voice behind me.

I got up; the crew asked me how I was. I felt ok, someone brought me my glasses. They were broken. I felt some pain on my face. Apart from that I did not feel anything. We got on the bus to go to the terminal. Then I started to hear my mother’s voice. “I was sure you had broken your back or neck the way you were falling and hitting. And there was no one in front of you, so you kept falling and falling. And if it was not for that gentleman who suddenly appeared to catch you at the end of the stairs, you would have hit the cement with that speed and God knows what would happen. He appeared out of no where like an angel and he held you in his arm and gently put you on the floor. Then he disappeared. I do not remember what he was wearing I would like to thank him for helping you. I am so sad that I could not thank him, God praise him, he was like an angel to save you like that.” She kept on talking on the bus, in the terminal, in the emergency room at the airport. I had no injuries expect for a scratch on my face from my broken glasses. For days she talked to friends and relatives about this man who was so nice like an angel to realize my fall and catch me.

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I do not need proof to believe or not to believe in anything anymore. I have given up that need a while ago. I know it in my heart, long before my mind is able to understand. Sooner or later they both agree. I wish and pray for the best for me, and trust the Universe to take care of the rest.

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If you would like to listen to “In the Arms of the Angel”, why don’t you try listening to it with the animated video at the address: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ar1K_R9Uvc .

In the Arms of the Angel

Spend all your time waiting for that second chance For a break that will make it okThere's always some reason to feel not good enough? And it's hard at the end of the day I need some distraction, oh beautiful release Memories seep from my veins They may be empty and weightless, and maybe I'll find some peace tonight In the arms of the Angel, fly away from here From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie You're in the arms of the Angel; may you find some comfort here So tired of the straight line, and everywhere you turn There's vultures and thieves at your back The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies That you make up for all that you lack It don't make no difference, escaping one last time It's easier to believe In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness That brings me to my knees In the arms of the Angel, far away from here From this dark, cold hotel room, and the endlessness that you fear You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie In the arms of an Angel; may you find some comfort here.

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And please give your guardian angles a smile tonight and thank them for the many miracles in your life that you are and you are not aware of. With love and light to you all.
Z.

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Affirmation of the Week:
“My openness and self-confidence opens the hearts of those I love.”
By Gerd Ziegler
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Quote of the Week:
“You already have the precious mixture that will make you well. Use it. ” Mevlana Celaleddin-I RUMI
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Suggested Reading:
“Conversations with God: An Uncommon Dialogue I, II and III” By Neale Donald Walsh
The Turkish translation of this book may be found under the name “Tanrı ile Sohbet: Alışılmadık Bir Diyalog 1,2 ve 3”.