Dancing in the Sky (eBook)

Chapter 1

The Heart Stone
with Archangel Michael

May 2021
—Terri

A cloak of darkness enveloped me as I slipped into unconsciousness. Moments before, I had experienced a profound unease, coughing, and vomiting, noticing the presence of blood. My vision deteriorated, causing a mounting sense of panic as I grasped the gravity of the situation. The events that ensued are hazy in my memory, with only the awareness that my brain had become swollen.

Gradually, a brilliant light emerged, guiding me through what appeared to be an obscure tunnel. In that instant, an overwhelming wave of unconditional love washed over me, comforting my soul. Emerging from the tunnel, I found myself surrounded by ethereal white clouds. And there, floating before me, were two celestial beings, their forms resembling shimmering, translucent crystals. They stood tall, taller than any beings I had ever encountered before. Sensing my distress, they transformed into the radiant figures of Archangel Azrael and Archangel Michael. Their eyes, filled with luminosity and affection, emanated light and compassion.

At that moment, I had never felt such a strong sense of belonging. I understood that I had arrived early, but it was not my time. I heard that I needed to return and complete my work. All I could think was, why would anyone want to leave that magnificent place?

Archangel Metatron appeared before me, radiating a vibrant combination of deep pink and dark green, with a striking white glow enveloping him. He stood surrounded by a cube-shaped aura, offering clear intention to guide and instruct me on the path of spiritual empowerment for the greater good. I enthusiastically welcomed this opportunity for personal development, willing to embrace it fully, even if it meant staying in that extraordinary realm indefinitely.

As I received guidance from Archangel Metatron, he showed me the number 555, indicating that significant changes were underway. He emphasized the importance of surrendering to these changes and accepting them as they unfolded. It became clear to me that these shifts were necessary adjustments in my life at that particular moment. Moreover, I discovered that the number 555 carried a profound significance, offering a gateway to a higher perspective.

Delving into the significance of Archangel Metatron, I found myself enveloped by the presence of Archangel Raphael. Radiating a distinctly vibrant shade of green, he held a staff in his hand. That ethereal encounter shed light on my courage in confronting my challenging health condition. Raphael communicated with me through the repetition of the number 220, imparting the message that I possessed the strength not only to endure life’s hardships but also to utilize them as opportunities for personal growth and spiritual advancement. By trusting my intuition and remaining on my spiritual path, I could deepen my spiritual awareness and ultimately discover inner peace.

During that trying period, I had the revelation of the archangels’ existence, leaving me utterly amazed. Strangely, fear never tainted my thoughts as I discovered a profound sense of comfort and assurance in their presence. I felt safer than ever.

I found myself caught between the forces of Archangel Michael above me, beckoning me toward him, and Archangel Azrael below me, drawing me in his direction. It felt as if I were being pulled in opposite directions by these celestial beings, creating an unsettling tug-of-war. Uncertain and perplexed, I couldn’t help but wonder why they had conflicting desires for my path. However, Archangel Michael provided reassurance, putting my mind at ease. His presence was adorned with an array of blue hues, exuding an air of strength and authority with the number 11 appearing around him. Armored and wielding a shield and sword, he stood as the paramount archangel among them all. His role as leader, warrior, and champion of righteousness was evident. Through his visit, he reassured me of his guardianship, offering protection and safety from any obstacle that impeded my path.

“I have been by your side since the very beginning, and I will remain with you for all eternity,” Archangel Michael said.

He reminded me that there were still people, including myself, who needed me. Despite my uncertainty, Archangel Azrael was a remarkable figure. With more wings than the other archangels and a dark black body adorned with many eyes, he appeared formidable in his hooded attire. Kindly, he proposed that I contemplate an alternative path and urged me to traverse that barrier, one foot stationed on the bright side while the other remained in darkness. On the other hand, Archangel Michael told me that I couldn’t cross that barrier yet. Despite feeling peaceful and without pain, I found myself pleading with them to let me stay.

I begged for permission to stay, not because I was physically ill, but because I yearned to escape the emotional anguish caused by those who were meant to love me. That struggle burdened my heart heavily. It bewildered me why those who are supposed to love and cherish us often reject that role, while those who barely know us shower us with affection and acceptance.

“When it is time, I will come for you,” Archangel Michael told me.

As he held my hand, we gently rose above a glowing orb of warmth engulfed in an overwhelming sense of love. He guided me to a garden, where I saw my departed loved ones. It was a comforting sight, reassuring me that they were well. But it also became clear that they weren’t ready for me to join them, evident from their lack of acknowledgment toward me. Perhaps that was meant to signal that I should leave and return only when it was my time. Curiosity got the better of me, leading me to ask Archangel Michael why they seemed distant and unresponsive. His response was simple yet profound: “It’s not your time, and they are aware of that.”

He guided me toward a section of water, so clear and transparent that I could discern the faces of my loved ones on earth. It was an overwhelming experience to witness all that I saw, but it was particularly strange to observe my children, grandchild, and friends within this ethereal realm. My astonishment reached its peak when I caught sight of my closest friend, RaeJean, seated on her couch, tearfully mourning my departure. At that point, Archangel Michael took on a more serious tone and urged me to pay close attention to what was about to unfold.

I observed RaeJean texting my nurse, inquiring about any changes in my condition. Her eyes reflected pain, and her voice trembled with emotion. It broke my heart to realize the toll this situation was taking on her. I couldn’t comprehend why she cared for me so deeply when no one else seemed to care even half as much. I observed her pacing and worrying, the fear evident on her face, as if she believed this was the end for me. Witnessing her distress snapped me out of my own thoughts and made me realize how fortunate I was to have a friend like her. Overwhelmed with emotion, I desperately asked Archangel Michael for assistance, longing to be beside her and reassure her that I was alright.

He said, “What do you need me to do that you cannot do yourself?”

I requested him to translate a message for her, informing her that I was fine and asking her to please stop crying. I recall asking him to pass on a message to RaeJean, asking her to hug her daughter Lisa on my behalf and to convey my gratitude to the rest of her family for the wonderful opportunity to meet them. I was seeking a means to demonstrate to her that I was right there on the couch beside her.

I discovered RaeJean sitting on her couch, fully engrossed in her phone while petting her dogs. Tears were streaming down her face as she was consumed by uncertainty. I saw her sitting on the couch in the hoodie I had given her before I left to go back home after I visited her in Seattle. It was clear from every expression she made that she was heartbroken, unsure if I would return or if our interaction marked the end. All I wanted was to reassure her that I was alright and that things would be okay regardless of what happened. She restlessly roamed the floors, searching for distractions that ultimately proved fruitless, always finding herself back on the couch. She remained vigilant, constantly checking her phone, with seconds blending into minutes. It pained me to see her suffer, but at the same time, I savored the moment I found myself in. Deep down, I yearned to be by her side because I had finally found the friendship I had longed for over the years.

While I remained in the presence of Archangel Michael, I kindly requested him to convey to her that I was gently and compassionately removing the tears from her eyes. It saddened me deeply to witness her sorrow, as there was nothing more heartbreaking for me at that moment. Although tears are unknown in the realm of heaven, a profound wave of emotion washed over me, because this woman has shown me immense care and affection. I longed to comfort her, to assure her that I was there for her during that difficult time. So, I implored the angels for their assistance. Could they kindly inquire if she felt my presence as I gently removed her tears? Did she sense my comforting presence by her side? Suddenly, she disappeared, and I frantically asked where she had gone. I was in a state of panic, just with her a moment ago and now she was nowhere to be found. I asked the angels to inquire about her whereabouts so that I could continue our conversation.

They proceeded with delivering a message to RaeJean, informing her that I...