Angels can visit us whenever we are in a purple frequency state. This is at 1000 Hz to 1200 Hz. At this Hz, you can contact the 5D world where the angels, dead grandmothers, annoying bosses who died of a heart attack, Whitney Houston actually do exist. They can come to us and leave us through the generalized laws of nature and energy, and our reality is created to suit what we want to see through our own personalized goggles.
Keep in mind, up in the 5D climate and atmosphere, there is systematization up there as well. Much in the same way an industrialized city like NYC runs with its divisions. Much in the same way your highschool classmates have started learning the rules of segregation and cliques. There are the geeks with their glasses and their Chemistry books, the rockstar wannabes who listen to Nirvana all day and smoke weed. The highschool principal is the ultimate ruler for St. Holy Catholic School, and can be compared to the God for that particular religion, Christianity, for instance. There are vice principals and secretaries, much like there are priests, popes, angels, and more. That’s not all that lies up “there” though, as the other major religions, including Sikh, Buddhism, Islam Sikh. New ones keep propping up over time up in that realm. The anti Christians who are somewhat tired of reincarnating over and over again have formed their little cliques, including astrologers, wiccan, shamans, and more.
Angels have come into existence since the beginning of time practically, when Jesus decided to create them and send them down to help spread love and solve people’s problems here on 3D earth. You have Archangel Michael, Raphael, Raguel, and more. The bible has evolved and we go by the Akashic Records now. Our values as a “whole” have been shaped and contorted since that very first time Jesus created the Book of Genesis. Since the mid 20th century, ever since industrialization has compounded tenfold, god from the 5D realm has decided to bring in a shitload of “lightworkers” to help serve humanity by teaching love and respect with human beings, something that is oh so rare here on earth yet abundant “up there”. This includes “Earth Angels”. They have to prove that they can “save a life” in this lifetime in order to gain “wings” in order to help humanity by spreading love. My best friend Elissa had to save her ex boyfriend’s life during a time when he was ravaged with addiction issues, and recovering with his concussion from a car accident years back. He finally committed suicide not too long ago.
Certain earth angels on earth can be found on youtube. This includes Doreen Virtue, Josie Grouse, Sonja Grace. I remember during the time when Elissa had mentioned to me for the very first time, “I feel wings on my back!” months after Justin’s departure. Other instances had followed, such as being able to see dead people. She was able to see Pat’s head at her friend’s funeral for her boyfriend, as she watched his girlfriend and family members mourn for him. She saw auras around others quite often. “What colour do you see in me?” I asked her from time to time. “Oh, i see purple, blue, green, yellow”, she often replied. “What colour do you see in Jay?” I inquired about my friend. “Blue,” she responded.
It was unfortunate, as everything was thrown at her all at once. She had just broken up with Justin in order to help run her weed store with Adam, and get closer to him. It was stated in her soul contract that this was meant to happen, that the rift between Adam, Elissa, and Justin would occur in order to separate Justin from Elissa finally. After all, Justin had to die in order to become the wings that would soon be perched on her back as a spirit.
She couldn’t really handle everything, which is reasonable to understand. She decided that maybe a vacation would help her with the swarm of spiritual energy which seemed to be a wrath to her because it was all at once. Imagine worrying about paying your next Rogers bill for the coming month, the next Trump comment made during a presidential debate, finding a babysitter for your toddler, and to top it off, teaching humanity love and maintaining your wings all the while hallucinating all this. Earth Angels are interdimensional. They can see more and hear more than us normal human beings, that’s for sure.
She had a job to do in this lifetime. It was just breaching the 2020s, and she still felt unsure and worried about how to carry about with her new regime as an Earth Angel. She grew up wanting to be a rockstar after all. She listened to Kurt Cobain all day. I remember the days when she would worry about producing enough funds to produce her debut rockstar album. Now she had to garner up all her strength to advertise herself as an Earth Angel. She had to give up an organ in order to gain her wings too, her appendix, but that caused her crohn’s disease issues over time. She felt stomach pains from time to time.
Everything was being hurled at her all at once, and now she had added pressure to advertise herself as an Earth Angel. How was she going to go about doing this? Sometimes her stomach was sore from residual pain. She didn’t know who she was when she felt wings on her back day in and day out. As a guide in this lifetime, and as a lightworker, I was supposed to guide her to come into her newfound role as an Angel. An Earth Angel of all sorts. I didn’t know how to do it necessarily. I remember texting her to “get going with the Angel stuff. If you don’t do it, then ‘they’ (higher gods) will nudge at you to do it in time.” Still, she couldn’t necessarily get her feet off the ground. What I’m glad about is the fact that she wrote a song about the trio of me, her, and Justin through “White Dove, Angel, and Sage”.
It finally got to the point where god from the 5D world gave her a concussion. She had received it one fateful afternoon when she was visiting her sister in BC. “Do gods give concussions?” she pondered. “Can you please pray for me?” she would plea. I knew in my heart of hearts that this was something that god did in order to wake her up a bit more, tell her to get going with the “Earth Angel” stuff. Still, that concussion seemed to compound things even more for her. It scared her to death, literally.
After having lost Justin not too long ago (he had become her wings), she had to endure a bit more with the pressure to make something out of herself. She had wings on her back. What the fuck was she supposed to do? Fly and help her neighbors when they would get into an everyday dispute? Scurry on to St. Michael’s Hospital to soothe the sobbing wife’s soul at the sight of her husband suffering from his last days in the ICU? It was overwhelming, and rightfully so. The spirits continued to push and nudge for her attention through little signs, and called her “Barc”, after her last name, Barclay.
The tipping point came when she decided that she had had enough. It was the fall of 2019, and she was tired of the effects of the concussion. She signed herself into CAMH as an overnight patient due to the suicidal tendencies that floored her. I remember walking in there that day and witnessing her there. Her father was due to enter the unit that evening, and she shouted over the phone to him, “ANGELS DO EXIST!” in deep contempt. It was the first I had seen her defend the position of “Earth Angel” in this manner. Her father and family wasn’t necessarily religious, and Elissa had gone through trauma with her father growing up. He was the one who beat her up to the point where she ended up getting her appendix removed. It was during that night he caught her smuggling alcohol with her boyfriend during her teenage years.
I remember situated there at a bed at the CAMH suicidal unit. Her father was sitting there on the chair situated next to her bedside, somewhat torn and flustered that his very own daughter was there. His and Elissa’s relationship was up and down throughout their entire lives, and this incident added to it. I scurried in that day as well. “Honey, I hope you’re okay,” Scott Barclay mentioned. He showed the greatest, deepest level of concern a sincere father would show. The sweat drops from the temples of his forehead. The creases between his brows. It was as though the biggest level of guilt had washed over him. After all, he gave birth to this figure. It was his holy responsibility to raise her. Now she was on the brink of taking her own life?
I remembered to bring her Doreen Virtue’s Assertive For Angels and Lightworkers to give Elissa some pointers as to where to go with her angel directional path. I remembered to show her Youtube clips of Josie Grouse, she was an Earth Angel situated right in Ontario!
“She’s pretty,” she remarked as she watched the slim, blonde woman speak about the virtues of kindness and giving in one of her hundreds of Youtube clips. She was performing her weekly tarot rituals in this video. Another slew of them featured clips of how to heal with Archangel Raphael. In the back of my mind, I thought to myself, “Why couldn’t I have shown this to her earlier? This could have been Elissa,” with my regret ruminating in my head.
The nurse had scurried in the unit to give Elissa her medication and take her blood pressure. Elissa was prescribed with antidepressants to help with her current treacherous suicidal thoughts. I saw that bottle that was situated on the counter right next to her bed, sandwiched between her father and her bed. Little did I know that she would be downing that whole bottle and more the coming few days or so.
I heard the news a week or two after her birthday. Her sister had posted that her sister passed away from a concussion and complex post traumatic stress disorder. She felt torn and ravaged by her death. She made it a goal to raise enough money to raise enough funds to produce her album that had always been in the backburner for some time, Warrior Girls. Friends all swarmed in to donate and do their little part to make this miracle come to life. She was to be buried at the St. Martin in the Fields Anglican Church and a funeral service would be held for her. Her friends all gathered around and sobbed.
Several of her friends messaged me offering their condolences for my loss. I knew that she was in a good place though, it certainly wasn’t here on 3D Earth. It was somewhere in 5D heaven, up with the bigshots. Including Archangel Michael, Raphael, and more. Heck, she probably even met the one and only true Jesus himself.
I finally saw her one night when she visited me in my dream. In dreams, we are in purple frequency states, 1000 to 1200 Hz. This is our REM state. Our minds start to conjure up concepts from this realm, to give us messages to our present selves in this 3D earth state. I remember I was in a dream scene at an arcade, mentioning the concept of death to my friend Jay. Then all of a sudden a scene flashed to me walking along the sidewalk, and there she was. She was dressed in her blue rockstar outfit, with her make up on, and wings on her back, per usual. I stared very deeply into her eyes, to make sure it wasn’t a figure that was mimicking an angel of some sort. This tends to happen a lot, whatever soul has powers to contort themselves to become and pretend to be angels to human beings. Those big angels have to usually tend to how many billion earthlings? It’s very rare you’ll actually find the true ones situated there by your side.
“How are you doing?” I asked her. She responded back and smiled with, “I’m in a good place.” Thinking a bit to herself, she added, “helping clients in and out.” “Do you deal with soul contracts?” I asked her. She thought a bit about this, since she was an Earth Angel after all, but could she deal with soul contracts? Every soul figure’s life plan? The thinking continued a bit more as she furrowed her brows a bit, and then I mentioned, “Okay, or how about if I’ll find love? Since love is an essential need.” I stopped pestering at that point, but had recognized that I “met” her in my dream this time. It was a feeling that came over me when I woke up.
Elissa ended her life early as an Earth Angel, but she serves clients on a day to day basis in their dreams. She tends to clients who are in an REM type state and on the brinks of death themselves. The ones with comas who are just on the borderline of life or death are commonly served. There are many of them out there, and a visit from a true angel happens whenever one is ever on the edge of the life death scenario. Wave hello when you see one, because they are there doing their part for god, doing their part for humanity.
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