a prophetic voice-

Archangel Michael     My sister, Kathy, believed...felt...intuited, the thinness between this world of the flesh and the world of the Spirit. The Spirit world spoke to her through nature, through her dreams, her art, her music, her teaching and the children she taught. For her, this was not mere speculation but reality- one in which she lived as fully as she did in the physical, material world. Over the years of dealing with cancer, she spoke to me on many occasions of her experience of this spiritual nearness. Of her belief, her conviction, of being held and surrounded and uplifted by those beloved ones who had gone before as surely as by those praying for her and sending her light and love on this earthly plane.     Those of us who knew her well, who loved her deeply, heard often about her guardian angel, Mikael (Michael), and about her sense of being watched over, guarded, uplifted by his Holy Presence. And at each chemotherapy treatmen...

The sunlit turquoise window niche casts a lustre of blessing on the room where she lies... sometimes fully here sometimes seeming far away, her eyes fixated on a view I cannot see, I cannot know. "Who touched my shoulder?" she asks- a touch which only she can feel. "This morning I feel great," her weakened voice insists, as nailbeds cyanose and cheeks are sunken more and more with each passing day. It's a slow and plodding process, this dying... a path which I will one day also walk... and I cannot help but wonder what's it like for her- to know that each passing day, each passing hour, brings her that much closer to what?- the end of all she's known...relationships and work and love and creativity... though in the near distance a door is opening and those she loved and lost are beckoning with smiles of welcome, just waiting to embrace her and bring her to a place of light, even as we, here in this darker place, wave a tear-stain...