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Show me the glory!

2009-11-02T12:20:00Z

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Kina wrote:
Chantel,Sonix and I are having a little debate here. We both visualize theAngels (by the way they let us visualyse them) but it is always mostlyin our imagination-in our head. I have seen Uriel's form only whilewaking up, and for brief moments (fragments of seconds). I know Angels can show themselves physically,bu...t neither Sonix or I can "understand" how this works, and sometimeswe can't communicate if both of us don't have the same understanding(or logical explication of their manifestation). Can you help out?
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Let's start off with Exodus 33 (NIV)

12 Moses said to the LORD, "You have been telling me, 'Lead these people,' but you have not let me know whom you will send with me. You have said, 'I know you by name and you have found favor with me.' 13 If you are pleased with me, teach me your ways so I may know you and continue to find favor with you. Remember that this nation is your people."

14 The LORD replied, "My Presence will go with you, and I will give you rest."

15 Then Moses said to him, "If your Presence does not go with us, do not send us up from here. 16 How will anyone know that you are pleased with me and with your people unless you go with us? What else will distinguish me and your people from all the other people on the face of the earth?"

17 And the LORD said to Moses, "I will do the very thing you have asked, because I am pleased with you and I know you by name."

18 Then Moses said, "Now show me your glory."

19 And the LORD said, "I will cause all my goodness to pass in front of you, and I will proclaim my name, the LORD, in your presence. I will have mercy on whom I will have mercy, and I will have compassion on whom I will have compassion. 20 But," he said, "you cannot see my face, for no one may see me and live."

21 Then the LORD said, "There is a place near me where you may stand on a rock. 22 When my glory passes by, I will put you in a cleft in the rock and cover you with my hand until I have passed by. 23 Then I will remove my hand and you will see my back; but my face must not be seen."
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That said, let's get to the examining this...

Most psychologists would say that what you're experiencing with Uriel is actually quite common as a person comes out of deep sleep into waking. It is that middle ground where we see all sorts of things. Are you dreaming? Possibly. But that doesn't mean that Uriel ISN'T there. Whether in the dreams of deep sleep or in the heavy-lidded, morning stupor where you're not fully awake, the angel is present.

Now, as a far as seeing them with the physical eyes: The only angel I've seen with my physical eyes is Cassiel, and he scared the bejesus out of me that night. More on him later.

I did ask Michael why is it that he and the gang don't appear to us humans more frequently and his answer was simple: 1) Our being (mind, body, soul) is too fragile to withstand such a sight. 2) Humans tend to deify that which they deem higher than themselves and the last thing the angels want is to be deified. 3) "I'm just too beautiful to be seen by human eyes. Nuff said."

While Michael was kidding on the last point, the other two I can understand. I wanted as a child to see Jesus so badly with my own eyes. Long before the internet, there were always stories of people--especially Catholics--who would see apparitions of Mary and Christ. I was so jealous! When I grew older, I took the question to J.C. himself.

"Why can't I see you, Lord?" I asked one day while sitting in a hospital chapel.

"What would seeing me truly do for you, child?" Well, right then I thought it would make my faith in him unshakable. But the more I thought on it, the more I wondered if that were true.

J.C., the angels and other heavenly hosts are so luminous, so bright, that we humans NEED the filters of our minds to protect us. I told a group a while back at a lecture, if J.C. appeared before me right now, I'd be so scared, I'd probably drop dead of fright. We think we want to see these guys with our physical eyes but the truth of the matter is the first thing you'd experience would be shock, then awe, then fear. IF you can get past the fear, then desire, not love, is sure to follow. But by nature, we humans are panicky lil creatures, so we'd get stuck on shock, awe and fear like a scratched record stuck on repeat.

My god, you see how people flock to a bridge if they think they see Mary in a water stain. Could you imagine the pandemonium if Michael showed up at the Super Bowl? I got two words for you: Sodom and Gomorrah. I'll go out on a limb and clue you guys in on something Mike and Gabe shared with me about that infamous night of fire and brimstone. It was not all about men seeking a good time and a hot night out with the angels. Michael held a wry expression when talking about it, "If I saw myself walking down a street, I'd take notice." (If you're hearing the song, "I'm Too Sexy" in your head right now. Don't feel ashamed.) So, just keep in mind what happened that night--a night that Gabriel vehemently blames Michael for--didn't exactly go down like the accepted story many of us were indoctrinated with, nor was it as terrifying . Eh, I'll write about that in a blog sometime in the future and then wait for the mobs with pitchforks and torches to gather outside my front door.

Moving along....The angels are just that beautiful. They are pure light and we humans would lose our minds if we were to come into direct contact with it. Don't believe me? Run into a room full of hormonal teens and scream, "Oh my god, the Jonas Brothers are outside!" and see if you don't have a stampede on your hands. If we get that reaction over celebrities--who do possess quite a bit of light, which is what makes them alluring--imagine what type of reception Uriel would get if he showed up in burgundy and brown leather riding a Harley? People (women AND men) would tear him apart. It would be like setting stacks of hundred-dollar bills out on a busy New York City street. The humans would all want him, want a part of him and would be driven with so much passion and desire that they would do anything...

...anything to have him. People would kill each other to get to him, just to beg him for a blessing or to intercede for them.

Oh wait, that happened already. I remember that happening to a guy named Jesus way back when. Remember him? One of our history's first rock stars?

Our human minds just could not handle being in the presence of that much power without some type of filters, and that's where our imagination comes into play. As I said in Azrael Loves Chocolate, our ability to imagine, to visualize is what will allow us a HEALTHY relationship with our angelic companions. For many of us on this spiritual path, the filters are calibrated and then recalibrated to let us connect with the angels just a little bit more as we spiritually mature. We go from wondering if the angel we see behind closed eyelids is Michael to knowing it's him and from there we're able to communicate and enjoy fun exchanges with our guides in ways that won't hinder our progress. If Michael appeared to every woman that read my book, the divorce rate would skyrocket, even if Michael implored the women, "Look, I'm just here to help you with your life's purpose and that doesn't include dropping your husband like a hot potato." The same with Iophiel if she were to appear to men. Heaven is nothing less than pure, concentrated beauty....

And we all know what humans do to things we find beautiful. We inevitably destroy it. Or at least we try to. Keeping that in mind, it's best for the angels to work through the filters of imagination--and even faithlessness--to direct us on our spiritual paths. Appearing to us in all their full glory would be about as constructive as detonating an atom bomb.

I know you all want to see the angels for yourself. I would too, but I'll save it for when I cross over. As far as my meeting Cass face to face, I was so mired in my own human junk I couldn't even appreciate that he was there. My human filters, in this case, protected me instead of hindered me. And now that I think on it, another reason Cass probably didn't blind me with his presence is because he works in the shadow realms whereas Michael could melt the sun with his smile.

"I'm too sexy for my tunic, too sexy for my sandals...too sexy for my wings." I think I'll pen a new song in his honor. Think the church choirs will go for it?

(Remember, I walk and talk with the angels, but an angel I am not.)

I hope this helps.

The August Deluge

2009-08-14T05:35:00Z

It can't rain all the time, that we all know. But we must strive to understand that all things have a purpose. The "August storm", as my friends and I are calling it, has caught all of us unaware, and with it comes a message from the angels: It is time to return our attention to things that we've ignored or tried to sweep under the carpet in the last few months. It's time to face those issues, whatever they may be, so the clouds of chaos and despair will dissipate and allow bright, vibrant sunlight to illuminate our life paths once again.

So, how's August been treating you so far?

"Crummy," you say?

Well, you're not alone.

Friends, colleagues and clients alike have been getting cosmically pummeled in the last two weeks. Anything that could go wrong has. And it seems like all Hades is breaking loose around us.

I'm caught up in the storm as well--which is why you've not heard from me in a while--and I woke up this morning, staring Michael right in his deep, green eyes.

"What is the problem?!" I wanted to clutch his tunic and choke him with it...but as usual, it was shredded and draped down around his hips. "I don't know what you're doing, but make it STOP!"

With a wry grin, the angel patted my cheeks like a loving mother and sat on the side of my bed. Getting up, I fumed and wagged my finger at him, "Michael, I'm serious. I can't take another blow."

And still, the angel remained silent. Grrr.

From business snafus to health snafus to financial snafus, I've been caught in a nonstop whirlwind only to find out that everyone close to me has also been trying to survive their own storms. The surprises that keep knocking us on our rear seem like life crises at first, but after a moment's breather, we realize that it's not as bad as it seems; and furthermore, we realize that had we waited another ten minutes, another hour or another day, it could have been worse.

All in all, we're getting hit with obstacles and challenges that we can actually surmount. But by golly, must the angels place all of them in the road at the same time?

Apparently so.

After a moment of Michael's silence, I huffed and thought about the connection between the last twelve days. Every day since the first of August I've had to wrangle with a business over one thing or another. And not a single incident was related. By day seven, I just knew if I heard, "Thank you for holding, your call is very important to us" one more time, I was just going to launch my cell phone clear across the street during rush-hour traffic.

Well, none of the antagonizing situations seemed to have a correlation at first...that is until a distant memory began creeping back to the fore of my mind.

My eyes lit up like light bulbs. "No," I gasped.

"Yes," Michael smirked and broke his silence. I shot him a glare so heated it could have melted the North Pole.

"You wouldn't."

"I did."

Yes, there have been moments when I've wanted to choke an archangel, and this morning was one of those moments.

Back in April, there were two opportunities that crossed my path that seemed interesting at first. But after looking deeper into them, I didn't think they were worth my time and energy to pursue.

"You really should go ahead and follow up on that, Chantel," Michael urged as I flipped through paperwork. But I was tired, overburdened and not in the mood to sit on the phone with a bunch of folks trying to sell me on an idea.

"No, I really don't need to do that, Mike. I've got enough on my plate." That was a few months ago.

Well, the last twelve days of utter chaos had me so turned around I couldn't even find the aforementioned plate, and deep down inside I knew the archangel had everything to do with it. He is, after all, my current mentoring angel (who is tag teaming with Sandalphon) and the angel that governs the environment in which one lives and works.

"Mike," I tried keeping my voice calm and even this morning, "I can't pursue either venture. That was April. The deadline for one of them was May, and this is now August."

"Oh?" He flitted those long, golden lashes at me. "Did you even read your mail from yesterday?"

Growling, I got up and pranced by him to go fetch the mail, and there on the stairs was an envelope from the company I was pretty much ignoring all this time. I ripped open the envelope and read the letter.

The company was offering a 30-day extension for me to get back to them. Heat wafted up from my pajama collar and I threw my hands up in surrender.

"Fine! I'll fill it out and send it back! Are you happy now?"

"Don't forget the other one."

"That one's probably expired, too."

"No, no expiration on it. You'll be happy you did this."

I only snarled in response.

So, we have two things working here...

Firstly, we've the issue of surrender. If you are stuck in a whirlwind like so many others are right now, stop and ask yourself if there's something you've been ignoring the past few months that really needs your attention. For me, it was just mailing off two documents that I thought were insignificant and a waste of time. (Michael apparently knows otherwise.) For you, it could be that conversation with a relative or friend that you keep dodging, or that medical exam you keep canceling, or that vacation you keep pushing back. When we are not in the act of surrender and instead in the act of resistance, we can expect resistance from Heaven. After all, when we push the Cosmos, the Cosmos pushes back.

Secondly, we've insight into Michael's way of handling a situation as a mentoring angel. As I've said in many lectures and in my book Azrael Loves Chocolate, when Gabriel says jump, ask "how high?" He is militant and will stay on you like bees on honey until you finally cave in and do what he requires you to do.

Raphael, on the other hand, is much gentler and will only suggest to you things that need to be done. He won't badger you, but when you're having bad days and can't figure out why, he'll appear and in the most compassionate way remind you of what you should be doing. After so many hitches and glitches, you'll look up and see him quietly sitting beside you, and that's when it'll dawn on you to follow his guidance.

Michael, won't badger you much at all, either. He and I talked about the venture maybe two or three times and when I put my foot down, he threw his hands up in surrender and said, "Hey, all right. Have it your way."

He then left the room and went right into the mode of shaking up my life--like a snow globe--to the point that I don't even have a choice other than to do it his way.

When I surrendered to him today, he actually laughed. I wasn't smiling, though.

I grabbed the paperwork and showed it to him. "I will mail it on Monday!"

"No. Tuesday. You have something to take care of Monday."

"I do? Now what?"

"You'll see."

And the angel was gone.

Oh, how I wish I were one of those starry-eyed psychics that could smile and wear glitter and wave my hands about like I'm possessed by the fairy-god-mother. I wish I could flutter around a room on the tips of my toes with a wand and tap each client on the head and in the voice of Glenda tell each person how wondrous and beautiful and magnificent the angels are.

Don't get me wrong. They are wondrous...and beautiful...and magnificent. I could never imagine my life without them.

But by golly, can they keep me hoppin' on my toes. I keep telling God, if he'd do things my way, we wouldn't HAVE these problems!

So, let's see where this goes. I've promised Michael that I'd finish the paperwork. Let's see if it'll make this monsoon of insanity stop.

For all of you out there caught in this storm, don't give up hope. This too shall pass...

Even if I have to kick Michael in the shins, this too shall pass.

Text only. (c) 2009 Chantel Lysette. No reproduction of any kind without permission.

Angelic Insider: Creative Differences (Gabriel vs. Michael)

2009-07-24T18:56:00Z

“It was a masterpiece,” Gabriel sighed while sitting beside me one evening as I worked away on a manuscript.

“Sorry?” I blinked up at him as his words caught me off guard. He had a faraway gaze in his eyes with—dare I even say—a hint of remorse. His expression then slowly shifted to a glower as he leveled his gaze on Michael and Sandalphon who were across the room showing each other some funky dance moves. Yeah, it was disco night at the office.

“You ruined it,” Gabriel glared at his brother Michael. Clueless, I just sat there, wondering what in Heaven the Archangel of the Annunciation was talking about.

“Nope, I just tweaked it a bit,” Michael didn’t even bother to look up. Not wanting to get in between what could possibly be a heated discussion amongst the archangels, I returned my attention to my work.

And then it happened, Walter Murphy's “A Fifth of Beethoven” began playing. You know, the disco symphony from the movie Saturday Night Fever? Gabriel let out a pained groan as his head fell low between his shoulders.

It was beyond shocking to see an archangel so perturbed. An archangel! I wasn't aware that the Conductors of the Cosmos could be so...well, passionate. (Note, this was long before I connected with Archangel Uriel, Heaven's resident cynic.)

Gabriel drew his hands over his face. “Master Beethoven’s symphony number five was a masterpiece,” he repeated. He then pointed accusingly at Sandalphon, “How could you let Michael inspire such a travesty? A plague of locusts is nothing compared to what you beset upon humanity with that…that…calamity you call music!” Gabriel shuddered as his voice dripped with derision. With a huff, he disappeared, leaving Sandalphon and Michael giggling amongst themselves.

“I take it he hates disco,” I felt a tickle in my tummy as I began to contract the angel giggles myself.

“Yeah, but he’s been really sore over that one song ever since me and Michael hurled it through the channels,” Sandalphon took Gabriel’s spot by my side. The Chief Muse of Heaven and patron of love and friendship was donning his usual boyish smile, rosy cheeks and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Gabriel's tirade no doubt amused the young archangel.

“It was just an upgrade. Consider it version 5.1.0.” Michael was still dancing. “When you listen to Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony, what do you do….? That’s right, you fall asleep! The decade of 1970 was all about physical energy and movement, not afternoon teas and audiences with a queen. Nineteen-seventy, Gabe, not seventeen-seventy. You had your play time throughout the Renaissance, Baroque and Classical periods, but did I ever complain about the stuffy pretense of it all? No.”

“Those eras spawned some of the greatest, human artistic achievements in all of Creation! They were flawless…sublime…” Gabriel’s voice came out of nowhere.

“I appreciate the compliment, Gabby, but I think I also did pretty good with jazz and big band during the Roaring Twenties,” Sandalphon quietly injected.

“Yeah, bro, you totally rocked that decade, too,” Michael moonwalked over to Sandalphon to give his little brother a high-five.

“I’m not letting this go. Michael, you single-handedly destroyed one of the greatest symphonies to ever grace human ears.”

“Firstly, I didn’t destroy anything. Secondly, Sandy helped.”

“So did Ludwig,” Sandalphon added as he popped a piece of sour apple taffy in his mouth.

“He did so under angelic coercion! All you had to do was flash that smile of yours, Michael, and Master Beethoven would have even agreed to reincarnate as Elvis.” Gabriel was still nowhere in sight, but the stirring air around me was crackling with agitated energy.

“That would’ve been so cool,” Sandalphon murmured to himself, smacking on his candy.

Michael moaned as he finally stopped dancing. He cast a weary gaze to me, “You’d think he’d be over this by now.” His eyes then flitted upward, “Gabe, you’re such a killjoy sometimes.”

*Note to self: Whenever Archangel Gabriel is breathing down your neck on a project, play disco. It’s like holy water to a vampire.

Text (c) Chantel Lysette 2001 & 2009
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An Angel Takes Flight Part I: Michael Jackson 1958 - 2009 (Original Post - June 27, 2009)

2009-07-22T21:04:00Z

Hello Everyone:

It's been a long time since I sent any mail out. Well, that's part of my promise not to spam you all senseless. But, something has occurred as I sit here finishing up my next book, and I'm just moved to share my feelings as emails continue to pour in from my friends, my clients, and my readers.

As I can see by the emails, a lot of you are hurting right now. I definitely share your pain and sorrow. (And so does Archangel Cassiel.) In response, I'd like to share a few thoughts regarding the shocking news about Michael Jackson.

I received a text message at 6:04 p.m. on Thursday from a friend, "OMG, Michael Jackson died today, did you hear?" I read the message three times before I thought it was some kind of really horrible prank. I simply texted back, "What?!" And that's when the messages began pouring in. After about ten minutes, I called a relative down in Tennessee and she didn't pick up the phone and say "hello" or "wassup?" or anything of the sort.

Her first words were, "Calm down. CNN hasn't confirmed it yet. My mom's on the other line. She just called and I'm gonna put you two on three-way."

From there, we all sat on the phone for what seemed like an eternity as we listened to CNN hold out on the confirmation. And the entire time I kept telling myself, "This isn't real. It's a bad dream."

That was two days ago.

I still feel that way today on an early Saturday morning. I'm wanting to wake up from this nightmare because I, like so many other people in the world, claim to be the biggest Michael Jackson fan ever. (I'm certainly the heaviest! LOL) I scoff at my own claim, though, because I was never one to collect things, so I don't have a shipload of memorabilia. All I really have is his vinyl and the tour books from his Victory and Bad tours which I attended here in Michigan. I have a few other things, but here's the strange part about all this...

For all of you who have read Azrael Loves Chocolate, Michael's a Jock, attended my lectures, or received consultation, you know I'm a great believer in signs and fate.

Well, three weeks ago, I had one plastic tote of MJ memorabilia. It was basically things from the Thriller era: a few stickers, magazine articles, a cheap, tattered glitter glove, a P.Y.T. silk tapestry and a few other things. Well, my landlord approached me as I came home one day to ask me about some things I had stored in the basement.

"Is that your tote outside there?" he asked. I looked on the driveway and nodded, wondering why he had brought it upstairs. Turns out when the basement flooded A YEAR AGO, my tote didn't make it through.

Now, I knew the tote was down there, but I wasn't worried as the water never made it up to the lid, which was sealed tight. What I didn't know was that there was a huge pressure crack in the side from things being piled on top of it.

Shaking, I pulled off the lid to see nothing but mold and sludge as everything inside had been sitting in water since last summer. Old video tapes I created from MTV airings in the 80s, my heavy metal collection of magazines and trading cards, and all of my MJ collectibles were gone. Gone.

I sat on the driveway and wept for an hour. I then called my good friend Jeremy and wept on the phone for another hour. He was the only one who knew how deeply I adored MJ and hence could understand how devastated I was over the loss of my collection, as tiny as it was. I was so broken that I didn't even ask myself the significance of such a big loss--what little I had left of my childhood was in that tote, and it was completely destroyed by fetid water and rot. It should have been a heads-up that something unpleasant was on the horizon, but I was too mired in my emotions to realize it.

Fast forward to Father's Day weekend. My landlord caught up with me again and said, "Go outside and see how your stuff is looking." Confused, I thought, what now? There wasn't anything else in the basement that I knew of.

I thought the man had put the destroyed tote on the curb for garbage pickup. It turns out that he went through slime, sludge and mold to set out my collectibles in the sun for some ol' fashion UV cleaning. Some of the Michael Jackson items looked salvageable, others were lost completely. But being as I have a high intolerance to mold, I couldn't browse long; I already had a violent respiratory reaction the first time I looked at the mess. So, I thanked my landlord, hugged him and treated him to his favorite, Coney dogs, for dinner.

What's left of my collection--and I've no clue what's left--is still drying out. But even if I had lost it all, I had at that point thought I found refuge in my Buddhist teachings of detachment. But, who am I kidding? My 5x7 MJ stickers were in there! You know, the PYT yellow sweater-vest pic, the charming pic of MJ in his king outfit, and the brown leather jacket pose? I tried chanting and meditating my way through the tears only to be an epic failure at it. I'm sure Archangel Chamuel just hung his head in shame at my refusal to let go of material things.

After all, a tote full of trading cards would be nothing compared to what I'd lose next.

Fast forward to June 25. At approximately 1 p.m. EST, my area got hit by the worst summer storm I had seen in a long while. The sky was green, there was an eerie silence and then all hell broke loose. I panicked as tornado sirens blared and as hail pounded the windows. I wasn't afraid for my safety, tho. If it's my time, it's my time. I was just trying to desperately finish my manuscript to submit to the publisher on Friday; I was praying that we wouldn't lose power.

Well, around 2 p.m., the lights went out.

The blackout affected the entire area, shutting down restaurants, street lights and stores for miles. Because I'm on the same power grid as a major traffic signal and an urgent medical care center, however, I was confident the crews would get that grid up first--as has happened many times in the past.

So, I decided to take a nap until the power was restored.

At 5:30 p.m., I awoke with the worst abdominal pains I'd ever had. Usually, the angels will get me out of bed with leg cramps--as they did on the morning of 9/11 when my spirit guide woke me up to pray just minutes before the first plane hit the WTC. Though the pain wasn't in my legs this time, I still felt that this was an "emergency call" coming in from the Other Side. I got up, got a glass of water and sat back down on my bed. Oddly enough, the acute pain disappeared almost instantly, but I was left dealing with separation anxiety from my poor computer. The power was still out.

I sat in silence wondering why the angels woke me. I was literally waiting for the anvil to fall as I stared out the window at the rain. At first, there was a sense of urgency and then a sudden sense of calm came over me that left me confused and peeking up at my ceiling asking, "Well? What's going on?"

I didn't get an answer, but then out of the blue, a song came to mind and I just started humming it--"We Are the World." With a chuckle, I wondered why the song would come to mind as I never really liked it anyway. (My mother played it WAY too much when I was a kid.) But as I mention in Azrael Loves Chocolate, the angels will always connect to you in ways you're receptive. Music is one of those vehicles for me, so I thought about MJ for a minute, prayed he was well (as I always do), and then dismissed the song.

At 6:04, I got the text message.

All night I paced my dark abode, shaking my head in disbelief. The power was out, so there was no computer, no radio...I didn't even have my iPod charged so I could listen to music. All I had were the angels.

"Michael..." I whispered the archangel's name.

"It's going to be all right," he whispered back.

"Is it real? Is he really gone?"

"You know the answer to that," the archangel responded. But I didn't buy it. I instead found comfort in the notion that MJ got tired of this world and faked his death to get out of the limelight and away from the countless paparazzi that never gave him peace. I held onto that all night and into Friday.

When the power came back on around noon the next day, I hit the internet to watch all I'd missed. (I don't own a TV. Why bother when you have the net?) But even as I watched news clip after news clip, I remained firm in my denial.

Then, I shut down YouTube, shifted gears to get back to writing and picked up the manuscript I had to finish. Before I began, I opened up my music player and clicked on my favorite MJ tune, "Earth Song".

I completely lost it. I fell back on the bed, screamed, wailed, sobbed...and almost threw my laptop across the room. Thank God I had a modicum of restraint left.

I felt like the magic had left this world, that we somehow had gotten cheated out of what I thought would be MJ's glorious comeback. But then I had to remember my own philosophy: God makes no mistakes. Michael Jackson bowed out exactly when he was supposed to.

Still, it hurts like hell. I'm still hurting, still sobbing, even as I type this. I saw so much beauty in MJ. I know a lot of controversy followed him, but as I say in my book, there is divine purpose behind everything...the beautiful, the ugly and all that's in between.

Archangel Michael may rule the battlefield, but he can’t beat Archangel Sandalphon at Halo.

2009-07-22T18:01:00Z

Archangel Michael is the General of Heaven’s angelic armies. He’s the gladiator of gladiators, wrestlers of wrestlers and surfer dudes of surfer dudes. Able to kick butt across the Universe and still wear a smile, Michael may find himself in an unexpected pinch when going up against his little brother Sandalphon, the patron of video games. Heaven’s resident Peter Pan, no one can rival Sandalphon when it comes to games and recreation.

Archangel Michael seemed a little sore when I asked him about his brother’s gaming skills, “Chess? I’m not impressed by his chess skills. You wanna impress me, let me see him on the field for a game of dodgeball.”

Learn more about the archangels and what they’re really like. Get your copy of “Azrael Loves Chocolate, Michael’s a Jock” today!

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An Angel Takes Flight Part II: Michael Jackson 1958 - 2009 (Original Post - June 28, 2009)

2009-07-22T16:11:00Z

Well, it's Monday. The manuscript still isn't done. (I'm pulling out my hair over this!) I've been on YouTube watching videos and downloading songs from Amazon that I didn't even know Michael Jackson even made.

Some fan I am.

Anyhow, to address a few of the emails that I continue to receive regarding Mr. Jackson:

From Misty of Arizona, USA

I've suspicions about the circumstances surrounding the tragedy of [MJ]. Can your angels shed some light on this?

A. Firstly, they're not solely my angels. I have to share them with everyone in the world, darn it all. Secondly, I'm not an investigative psychic nor a fortuneteller, so I'm afraid I have no information for you regarding that. I guess I'll find out the details as they're made public just like everyone else. Just a word of caution, however, be careful of jumping on the first tidbits of information that flow through the media channels, especially the stuff that comes from gossip rags. The last thing we want to do is spread gossip. We see the results of it today--the world is now bereft of one of the greatest entertainers in history.

From Tink of Michigan, USA
You're a die-hard [MJ] fan? I thought you rolled with the Goth crowd, Miss Pearls & Dr. Martens!

A. Hi, Tink. My music tastes are very eclectic. Michael Jackson was the soundtrack of my youth from birth and well past my teen years when I became a metal head and started spinning Metallica. I appreciate many forms of music; Michael Jackson AND Marilyn Manson are on my playlists, along with Jim Morrison, Led Zepplin,the Monkees and Steve Roach. It all depends on my mood, though I will admit, I just discovered MJ's "Is it Scary" today. It's dark and old-school pop. It's the best of both worlds for an 80s baby like me! So, don't worry, I'm not trading in my Docs for glitter socks.

From Louise of Kentucky, USA

I feel so close to [Archangel] Michael. He reflects in much of my life. When I heard [MJ] died, I remembered that he was listed as a notable person under the "sunny" angel in your book. But in hindsight, I think [MJ] fits more under [Archangel] Sandalphon.

A. Louise, I can see why you would think that, with Sandalphon being very much the Peter Pan of the heavens, but I don't place people solely under archangels with whom they may share similar traits. It's more about who has that angel as their parent angel. In my upcoming book, I'll talk more about parent angels, but for now, suffice it to say that a parent angel is a lot like what many of you consider as guardian angels--angels that were appointed to you at the time of birth. Michael Jackson was endowed with a lot of Archangel Michael energy; there are no ifs, ands or buts about it. The angel is highly magnetic and larger than life, and many entertainers usually have him as a parent angel.

From Kathy of Quebec, CAN

A lot of people are saying MJ is an angel now. Can humans become angels?

A. Sadly, Kathy, no. Humans cannot become angels, but humans can become spirit guides. To that end, MJ will most likely have his hands full and will be busy with spirit guide training. But that's simply speculation on my part. There are many things for us to do when we cross over. Then again, MJ could just decide to come back to this reality. I haven't inquired about him regarding that. Moreover, I don't like to pry like that...often. :grin: Honestly, I just wish him peace and happiness, whether he's running around an amusement park with Archangel Sandalphon, exploring Archangel Cassiel's spooky mansion, or hanging out with Archangel Michael to learn new dance moves ('cause that's who created them).

From Mark of Vancouver, CAN

In your book [Azrael Loves Chocolate], you talk about fate and that everything is scripted in life. Why would Michael Jackson script success and yet so much tragedy for himself?

A. Excellent question, Mark! Life scripts are all about balance. The angels are very adamant about that when they sit and help us plan out our life journey. We all have to experience the pleasant and not-so-pleasant. It's this dynamic that adds depth, and meaning, to life.

A very long time ago, when I had rediscovered Michael Jackson during the darkest time of my life, I asked Archangel Michael why MJ chose the hellish circumstances that surrounded him in recent years.

The angel gave a lopsided grin and shrugged, "Me and Gabriel tried warning him. We told him that it was going to be glorious and tragic in equal proportions. But [MJ] insisted he could handle it, no matter what. He has always been vibrant and daring, and trust us, this is not the most harrowing adventure he's had. But, it's a very different one. Like everyone else, he'll pull through."

To remind you, Mark, and all my readers: If God didn't think MJ could handle his life script, we wouldn't be having this Q&A because MJ would have never existed. And so it is for all of us. We're only here because God trusts us with the scripts that we've co-authored with Him.

On that note, it's because of all the controversies that surrounded Michael Jackson that I struggled with listing him in Azrael Loves Chocolate, Michael's a Jock. Simply said, I knew what his name was constantly synonymous with, "scandal", and I wasn't sure if that would turn readers off and distract from the overall messages I was trying to convey about the angels. The realm of Spirit doesn't work within terms of good and bad, only in terms of purpose. In that, there's no right or wrong, just what is--just what puts into motion the causes needed to bring about the effects of God's Great Equation.

Still, I feared drowning out that message as readers blinked twice upon seeing Michael Jackson's name listed in a book about angels. There are no words to describe the enormous struggle it caused me as a lifelong admirer. My poor friend Jeremy had to listen to me debate about this for months, to which he would simply ask, "What are the angels saying about this?"

And like the hypocrite that I am, I didn't want to consult the angels. After all, what did they know about human nature and how MJ's name would be received? I mean, they're only God's chosen messengers sent to direct and interact with humanity.

Well, without seeking their input--and at the last minute--Archangel Michael stepped in as my fingers trembled over the delete key on the final manuscript.

"[MJ] belongs to me. He stays [in the book]." It was the firmest the archangel had ever been with me, as compared to his usual jovial demeanor.

"Okay, chief." I shrugged and acquiesced to the angel's request. Hence, MJ is listed, not because he's an angel, not because he's a saint, but because he's a child of God, as we all are. (Well, that and because Archangel Michael said to list him. Never ever argue with an archangel; you will lose.)

That was the one time my loyalty as a fan faltered. I felt guilty for a while, but I'm relieved Archangel Michael stayed my hand from deleting MJ like Archangel Zadkiel stayed the hand of Abraham from sacrificing Isaac. At the end of the day, MJ deserved to be listed in my book right along with other great and influential notables such as Jim Morrison and Johnny Cash just to name a few.

I hope this answers some of your questions. Now we fans should simply begin the healing process and do what I think MJ would want us to do: come together in solidarity, dance, and celebrate the beautiful God-given gift of life.

Follow Archangels Michael and Sandalphon's example, put on some disco and boogie your tails off!

My heart goes out to the Jackson family and to all of the millions of MJ fans around the world.

Angel Blessings,

Chantel Lysette