Christensen’s Guardian Angel

When Irene Victoria Christensen approached me from out of that dark doorway, she asked;

“Can I walk with you?”

“Yes. I was expecting you. I was looking down at the waves……wondering where you were. I asked the sea where you were, and, here you be.”

One of the three seers said;

“People come into your being and take, take, take. You are powerless to stop them. I don’t know why.”

In the photo above, my sister’s camera caught the force of protection that surrounds me – even before I died. Not only do human beings want this protection, but, they want to feel what heaven feels like, get a sneak preview.

My father came at me in a rage and this force spun him around. He went for his gun in his desk drawer, and I shouted;

“Grow up!”

Consider how beautiful our children would be. They would all be girls because there were only three sisters in Rena’s natal family, and, Royal Rosamond had four daughters, no sons. There were seven Hart sisters, and Joan de Rougemont was one of four sisters, and, that was the crucible, because she went to see the Pope in Rome, took a test, and was approved to be an Heir, the Salic Law put aside, just for her

In the last hour we were together, Rena took my hand and put it inside her cape.

“Feel my tummy. I’m getting fat.” she lied!

Every night in our tent, I lay my hand on Rena’s very flat tummy, and withdrew the dark energy, then filled her womb with healing light energy. I thought about her womb all the time. I cherished it, and I blessed it. It was the most beautiful part of her.

And that, is that!

Jon

Angeles”
Angels, answer me,
Are you near if rain should fall?
Am I to believe
You will rise to calm the storm?
For so great a treasure words will never do.
Surely, if this is,
Promises are mine to give you.
Mine to give…

Here, all too soon the day!
Wish the moon to fall and alter tomorrow.
I should know
Heaven has her way
Each one given memories to own.

Angeles, all could be
Should you move both earth and sea
Angeles, I could feel
All those dark clouds disappearing…

Even, as I breathe
Comes an angel to their keep.
Surely, if this is
Promises are mine to give you.
Mine to give…