For someone who makes her living imagining things, I am a pretty down-to-earth sort of girl. I’m not especially superstitious–well, except that I always wear my alma mater’s colors on game day, and I do have my lucky hat to wear whenever I go fishing. And, as a southerner, I wouldn’t dream of skipping my serving of black-eyed peas on New Year’s Day. As a rule, I’m skeptical about UFO sightings, I don’t think Bigfoot roams the woods, and I do not believe in the likes of werewolves, vampires, fairies, zombies, or selkies.
I chose this subject for today’s blog because of a fascinating, ongoing thread on my college alumni message board about personal paranormal experiences. It’s made me think about what “woo woo” things I dismiss out of hand, what I could accept, what I do accept, and what I believe in absolutely. ESP is something I can accept. As a mother, so many times I’ve sensed something was wrong with one of my children who was miles away, and it was. Then there are the times I think about my sister out of the blue and bingo, the phone rings and she’s called.
Some of the stories on the personal paranormal thread are fascinating, and some are downright spooky. Shakespeare said it best: ‘ There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.’
Which brings us to angels. I do believe angels exist. I am a religious person, so this is a matter of faith for me. However, even if that were not the case, a couple of things have happened to me personally that make me a believer.
In the final days of my father’s life, he conversed with his brother and sister, both of whom had passed decades earlier. Scientists might say they were hallucinations of a dying mind, but I was there. I think angels were waiting for him.
The other event happened when my son played in a neighbor’s backyard with friends. He came in crying and my neighbor asked him what was wrong, and he told her he was sad because his grandmother died. Later, we discovered that my mother-in-law had indeed passed away that afternoon.
Ghosts or souls or spirits– angels–or mere coincidence– you decide.
That’s the direction I’ve taken in creating the character of Celeste Blessing in my Eternity Springs series. I have tried to write her in such a way that readers can decide for themselves just who, or what, she is. Wise woman or heavenly messenger? It depends upon your personal beliefs, personal experiences. One thing about her is certain. She’s a wonderful character to write.
How about you? Have you had any brushes with angels–either the earthly or heavenly variety in your lives? Remember, every week R@R randomly chooses 5 winners for random books, winners announced on Sunday – good luck!!