I was in a park and I saw a group of angels circling around a monument. They were moving as though on a convener belt and were almost cartoon like in their appearance. They had little 'bobble' heads and white cone shaped gowns, with wings. Their hands were in the classic 'prayer' position and they were just happily circling.
About ten years later, I was talking to one of my more 'mystical' friends. She explained to me that she had been reading about guardian angels and how we each had one. She told me that it was just a matter of finding out what their name was and then speaking to them. She had already gone to the trouble of finding out my angel's name for me- which she instructed me never to tell anyone else (I never have). She also told me that it was commonplace to ask for a 'sign' from your angel when you begin to communicate, which again we did.
I spent about a week with my eyes peeled, wondering if every breeze, every rustling of leaves on the ground was a sign from my angel, or if it was just.... wind.
At about this time, the same friend had introduced me to a set of story books about angels. I was very into these and was working my way through the series. That weekend, my parents and I were on our way to a meeting and during the car journey I was reading my angel book. As we got out of the car, I confided to my mum, that I thought I was starting to believe in angels but that I was still waiting for my 'sign'.
We arrived at the meeting venue and introduced ourselves at the reception. The receptionist asked a young woman to take us up to the room where our meeting would take place. We followed her. As we reached the room, the woman opened the door and turned to face us, holding it open. She was wearing a white t-shirt, with pink glittery text reading simply:
'Angels Exist'.
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