myangelstory

Inspired by Angels
Britt Nesheim

Britt's Angel Story

© 2003, 2008 Britt Nesheim

After graduating from college with a degree in economics and math from Wellesley College, a private liberal arts college for women on the east
coast, I moved to Washington D.C. to work for an economist at a prestigious think tank called the Brookings Institution off of Dupont Circle. My
parents had raised me according to Christian beliefs. My family attended a bible-based church in Palo Alto, California called the Peninsula Bible
Church. I believed in God and prayed to Jesus often for help. My mother read books that explored Christian spirituality from a psychological
perspective. She loved to talk to my sister and me about what she read. When I moved to Washington D.C., my mother recommended that I read
two books written by a minister of an Ecumenical church name Elizabeth O’Connor. The books were Our Many Selves and Search for Silence. They
taught Christians how to master personal suffering with joy and forgiveness. I read the books frequently to help me with my sad feelings.

In Washington D.C., I discovered that Elizabeth O’Connor’s church was located off of Dupont Circle less than one mile away from my office. I
attended the church, heard Elizabeth speak, and signed up for her classes. Elizabeth’s classes were based on Bill Moyers’ video series A World of
Ideas. In each class we would watch one of the videos and discuss them. In one class, we studied community. I was only twenty two and very shy.
My classmates were middle aged adults, some in their fifties and sixties. I did not speak much in class but after watching this video, I felt compelled
to speak. I raised my voice and said, “I have trouble living in community because I can feel other people’s feelings.” A gruff man in his fifties turned
to me and said, “What do you mean you can feel other people’s feelings? That’s impossible.” I answered simply and honestly saying, “I don’t know. I
just do.” Nobody else said anything and Elizabeth continued teaching the class.

After class another middle aged man came up to me and said, “I think you would really like a prayer group called the Angel Circle.” I thought to
myself, I’d love to meet other people who like prayer, and asked the man for the contact information.

At the time I knew nothing about angels, spiritual healing or metaphysics. I wanted one thing – to feel God’s love the way people described it in
church, as sublime and blissful. I called the phone number the man had given me in class and introduced myself to a woman named Martha. Martha
lived in the upper northwest district of Washington D.C. I made plans to attend the next Angel Circle meeting. When I arrived, a woman in her fifties
or sixties dressed in soft clothing answered the door and welcomed me with a hug. I melted in her arms. This woman did not know me and she was
already hugging me. I was impressed. Martha walked me over to a window shelf and pointed to a dish that had the original angel cards in them. I
bought a deck recently and was amazed to see that they are actually entitled The Original Angel Cards. They were created by Kathy Tyler and Joy
Drake while they spent time at Findhorn Foundation. Findhorn Foundation was created by a family that had a strong psychic connection to the
fairies and the Green Realm. The family was able to miraculously grow an enormous organic garden using their intension and will with the aide of
the fairies. The story is amazing because the soil conditions were treacherous to plants. The fairies talked to the family and gave them instructions
on how to grow the garden. The Original Angel Cards are tiny strips of white, protected paper about two inches long and a half an inch wide
decorated with little angel caricatures with one word messages on them like Harmony. The cards were created as part of a board game to help you
focus on the spiritual aspects of your life. The Original Angel Cards came out in 1981 before Kimberly Maroony’s Angel Blessing cards and before
Doreen Virtue’s angel oracle cards. I picked a tiny white card. I can not remember what it said but I do remember that it was an uplifting message. I
wondered what the cards were for and sat myself down on the couch.

Chairs were arranged in a circle. A dozen or more women and a few men were gathered. I recognized one of the men as the man who invited me to
the circle. Later I learned that the man was Martha’s boyfriend. Martha started the circle by asking people to introduce themselves and to share an
angel story. “An angel story,” Martha explained, “Is anytime you feel like God or the angels have been there for you. It could be an answered prayer
or some event in your life that made you realize that you are loved and protected by the angels.” I had nothing to say and I listened carefully.

When the angel stories were over, Martha invited people to sit in the center of the circle, share what was on their heart and what it was that they
wanted the angel’s help with. Some people were shy; others eager. Once a person sat in the chair, they addressed their concerns and worries to
angels. When the person was done talking, three to six women and men gathered around the person, laid hands on them, and spoke healing
prayers. I was very impressed. I recognized that the people at the Angel Circle had a sincere desire to help and to heal with love and without
judgment. The women who did the healing work were very compassionate and expressed gentle, nurturing energy which I needed. I did not
understand why people were addressing the prayers to angels. It made me feel uncomfortable because I was used to addressing my prayers to
God and Jesus, but I was so impressed by the nurturing love that I kept an open mind.

After several people had a turn, I sensed that Martha was closing the circle. I turned to Martha, “I want a turn,” I said and leapt out of my seat
plopping myself on the stool in the center. I turned to face the window and stared outside. To my surprise, emotions surged inside of me. I was
terrified. I knew I had to speak and tell these people what I wanted. I stared with, “I want to thank all the angels in this room…” My voice broke and I
started to cry. Then I started to sob. Martha apparently was overwhelmed and unsure of what to do. She directed her attention to a woman who sat
behind me. The woman behind me had blonde hair and was dressed in what I know today as goddess-wear. Her clothes were orange. “Would you
like to do this one?” Martha said to the woman in orange. The woman in orange stood up, laid her hands on my shoulders and said a simple prayer:
“I ask that this young woman’s family and friends comfort her.” With her hands on my shoulders I felt tremendous heat pass through my body that
relieved me of hurt feelings. The woman in orange must have hugged me afterwards but I do not have a clear memory of that. I did not understand
what had happened to me. I only knew that it felt good and I felt loved in a way I had never felt loved before. I had found my spiritual home, but I
knew nothing about angels. That bothered me. I committed to doing some research.

After the circle broke up, I wondered into the kitchen and picked up a hot pink flier that advertised classes taught by a woman who lived in Carmel,
California. I filed the flier and I attended Martha’s Angel Circle regularly.

The two years that followed were very stressful for me. I moved to New York City following the first man I had ever fallen in love with. We broke up
and I headed home to California to seek emotional refuge with my parents. My mother did not want to nurture me nor want me to live in her house,
so she found me a house sitting job. A few months later, with my father’s help, I accepted a position as a product marketing analyst with a software
company in Monterey and moved to the Monterey Peninsula. Missing the Angel Circle, I took at the hot pink flier I had picked up at my first Angel
Circle meeting out of my files and read it. The contact information was for a woman who lived in Carmel, a neighboring city to Monterey. I called the
number, introduced myself to Lyndall Demere, Ph.D, D.D., Spiritual Director, and asked her if she held Angel Healing Circles. She said yes and
invited me to come.

Lyn held the Angel Healing Circles at the Sunset Center in downtown Carmel. At the first Angel Circle meeting in Carmel, I recognize Lyn as the
woman who had laid hands on me at the very first Angel Healing Circle I attended in Washington D.C. “Wow! What a coincidence,” I thought. Lyn
and I had not exchanged names at my first Angel Circle meeting. The angels had my full attention. I found out later that Lyn had taught Martha how
to facilitate Angel Healing Circles and had traveled to Washington D.C., Lyn’s home town, to teach classes. But who would have ever thought that
two years after receiving spiritual healing from a woman I did not know at my very first healing circle without seeking her, that I would end up in her
backyard as her student! This was the first of several synchronicities that year that convinced me that a guiding intelligence greater than me was at
work in my life.

Lyn held Angel Circle meetings once a week on Friday nights. She encouraged us to come regularly explaining that if we came often, after one year
our lives would get better. I believed her and went every week. I was still very shy and the youngest person in the group. I met my first spiritual girl
friend there, Shaheen. We are still great friends.

Lyn’s Angel Healing Circle was different from Martha’s. Lyn made more comments about metaphysics than Martha did. I had a lot to learn and
started reading fervently. I also started to pay attention to a higher awareness inside of me that I called my intuition. This intuition would give me
deeper and metaphysical understanding without reading books. I did not realize that I was living in a community with a concentration of metaphysical
spiritual believers. Carmel is a close second to Sedona in the United States for its popularity with Lightworkers, primarily because of its beauty and a
spiritual retreat center in Big Sur called Esalen. Casual interactions with people in the area, like at a grocery story, had a spiritual focus. The
spiritual culture is palpable.

Every now and then Lyn would ask me to lay hands on people and say healing prayers for them. What I struggled with the most was feeling what
other people were feeling. Knowing what they were feeling helped me craft prayers that were meaningful to people. Many people were very sad.
Some carried a lot of negativity or density with them, so sometimes the healing work was stressful for me.

After attending the Angel Circle for about a year, shortly after my twenty-fifth birthday, a woman who was very sad, sick and depressed came to the
Angel Circle. She spoke of a husband, who was unemployed, three kids she was supporting, and broken ribs from coughing too much because she
was sick. Lyn turned to me and said, “Would you like to do this one?” I was afraid I could not handle it, but I love a challenge, and I respected Lyn’s
leadership, so I got out of my chair and laid hands on the woman’s shoulders. As soon as I did this, I felt everything the woman felt. She was so sad
and in so much pain that I started to cry. Two women were standing to my right and left. Seeing that I was crying and could not speak, they started
to pray. Suddenly I heard Lyn say in a commanding voice, “Wait! This is what happens to me. Don’t stop! Finish the prayer!” Lyn got up out of her
seat, stood behind me and raised her hands above me saying, “I’m right behind you!” I knew that something important was happening but I did not
understand what. All I wanted for the woman was for her to feel better. I formulated a prayer that expressed my desire and commanded God and the
angels: “I ask for all of the healing energy of the universe to come here right now! There is so much suffering here!” As soon as I spoke, I felt a
powerful rush of energy pass through my body into the woman in the chair. When I was done, I was shaking. My body had never felt anything like
that before. Lyn told me to sit down next to her and pronounced to the group, “Britt is a real psychic. Everyone in this group should learn how to do
what she did.” “What!” I protested to Lyn telepathically. “I’m not psychic. Psychics read crystal balls and tarot cards. I’m not psychic. What’s a real
psychic?” I was rattled and confused. And I mentally juxtaposed the image of a psychic with what my parents had taught me to be, a professional in
the business and technology world.

When I left the Angel Healing Circle that night, I saw lights in the dark sky that defied space. Headlights emanated filaments of bright white and
rainbow colored light that made the headlights look like stars. When my windshield should have cut off the beam, the light continued inside of my
car as long as my eyes were focused on the source. “That’s weird.” I thought to myself. In addition to the tiny star-like beams of light, I also saw what
looked like a thicker, more solid, yet softer moonbeam of light extending far into the heavens. “What is that?” I wondered. Around the center of each
headlight I saw the rainbow spectrum encircling the inner most light. “Maybe Lyn is right. Maybe I am psychic.” But I had no idea what that meant
and I had no understanding of what I was seeing.

After my experience at the Angel Circle, Lyn recommended that I watch a movie called Powder. The movie portrays a young man with albino skin
who has trouble living in community because he can feel other people’s feelings and thinks that unkindness is cruel. The boy also possesses
powerful healing abilities. The movie comforted me but still did not explain analytically what was going on.

Participating in the Angel Circle regularly I learned how to regularly ask my angels for help with everything I was concerned with. Good things
started to come to me rapidly. I met, fell in love with and married my husband within two years. We are still together, in love, and committed, but
definitely not without challenges. Feelings of low self-esteem, abandonment, emotional rejection and depression from my child and young adulthood
began to disappear. Many lightwokers choose difficult childhoods to make them strong and to teach others how to do the same. To my surprise,
when I posed questions to my angels, I would telepathically receive answers. Lost in places like downtown San Francisco, I would ask for and
receive directions from my angels that got me to my destination with no trouble. I trusted the heightened sense of awareness inside of me that
spiritual people call intuition, divine guidance, or guidance from your higher self. When I trusted this guidance, things worked out very well for me.

While living in Carmel, I met my husband Klaus. He loves my angel work from a distance and has always been very supportive. Klaus graduated
from Ph.D. program in engineering and took his first job with a semiconductor company in Idaho. We married and I moved to Idaho. I took a job with
a major company in Boise. One day sitting at my desk typing away on the computer keyboard at the office, I saw a bright, white and translucent light
the size of the end of a pen cap scuttle across my keyboard. “What’s that!” I mentally shouted jerking in my seat. I was getting used to having
strange things happen to me. I craved intellectual understanding of my experiences.

When I left Carmel, Lyn strongly encouraged me to start my own Angel Healing Circle. I had no instruction, just one-and-a-half years of experience
under her direction. I was scared but did it any way. A woman at the Angel Circle invited me to a talk by a woman named Gloria Benish who is a
miracle healer. Gloria’s healing work is so powerful that when she lays hands on people with aides and cancer, it goes away. I was still very shy and
skeptical of New Age teachers still believing that the New Age community had a lot of strange people in it. Gloria offered a free Friday night lecture
followed by a class on Saturday. I went to the free Friday night talk and sat in the front row. I have no idea why I was sitting in the front row.

Gloria is what student’s of Doreen Virtue’s refer to as an incarnated elf. Gloria is short in stature. She has a mischievous nature. She prefers to
wear baggy sweatshirts and tights. She radiates love that is palpable. She is a self proclaimed motor mouth. Wearing bells on her pointed shoes
comes perfectly natural to her. Her eyes sparkle with radiant mischief. After working with large groups channeling Love energy all day long, she
distresses by hugging trees. Does she not remind you of an elf?

On Friday night, Gloria spoke enthusiastically about her spiritual awakening and lectured us on Love as a state of mind without judgment or fear.
Looking at Gloria, I saw myself, an innocent soul passionately in search of God’s love, and I started to cry.

Gloria saw me crying and loudly in front of a group of about fifty adults she starts talking to me. “Why are you crying?” She walked over and hugged
me saying, “I never let go until I see the Light! You are coming to the work shop tomorrow aren’t you?”

”Well,” I said mentally, “I wasn’t planning on it.” It was hard for me to avoid her. I was in the front row and she had just made my tears public to the
entire group. A few minutes later she asks me again, “You are coming to the workshop tomorrow aren’t you?” By the end of the talk she hand me
convinced. I told her out loud to the entire group, “Yes, I’m coming to the workshop tomorrow.”

At the workshop Gloria taught us her Miracle Healing technique and explained what the lights were that I saw scuttle across my keyboard at work. “If
you are seeing tiny white lights that look like sparkles or diamonds, you are seeing the angels.” Oh, I thought to myself. That’s what those are.

I did not like living in Idaho so my husband found a job near Phoenix, Arizona and we moved. For the second time without planning it, I ended up in
a location filled with people who believe in metaphysical spirituality. Phoenix is not far away fro Sedona, another New Age center. I quit my job in
Idaho without first securing a job in Arizona. I spent the first three months in Arizona at home looking for a new job. In the afternoon, I watched
Oprah Winfrey. One day she had the cast of Touched by an Angel on the show. I caught the tail end of it. At one point Oprah asked one of the cast
members, “Do you think that some people were sent here to be angels for other people?” Before the cast member had a chance to answer, chills
rippled down my spine and through my entire body. “Okay, okay, okay!” I mentally yelled at my angels. “I get it. I get it.” I thought the angels were
encouraging me to pursue my angel work. I did not really get it. It took them three tries to get the message through to me.

I started an Angel Healing Circle at a metaphysical church in Phoenix called the Center for Expanding Consciousness. At once circle, I said a prayer
for a crippled girl, cried when I felt her pain and the angels love, and channeled a lot of healing energy. When this happened, the girl’s mother saw
me in angel form and told me what she saw afterwards. I still didn’t understand the message from Oprah’s show.

While living in Idaho, I had become friends with a woman named Mari who sat behind me at work. One day she had provocatively said to me from
the other side of the cubical wall, “Ya know Britt, I think my mom’s psychic!” It didn’t take us long to become friends. Mari is very psychic herself.
While living in Arizona, I would call Mari for emotional comfort and support when I struggled. On one call Mari said to me, “I keep hearing, angel on
earth, angel on earth. I don’t know what that means but its true and it’s you.” I didn’t know that it meant ether.

A girlfriend of mine named Candee came to the Angel Circle regularly. One day at the Angel Circle, Candee handed me a book with the title Angel
Therapy explaining, “The angels commanded me to give you this book. I was at the bookstore, pulled it off the shelf and thought to myself, ‘What a
nice book.’ Then I heard the angels say, ‘Give the book to Britt!’ I was upset and said to them, ‘This looks like a very nice book. What if I want to
keep it for myself?’ They said it again, ‘Give the book to Britt!’ So here it is. This book is for you. The angels want you to have it.’” The angels had
my attention again.

Angel Therapy is written by Doreen Virtue. In it are channeled messages from the angels on personal topics we all struggle with. I enjoyed reading
the messages in the book. While praying for people at the Angel Circle, I had begun to receive thoughts impressed on my mind that were not my
own. I knew they weren’t my own thoughts because they contained ideas and vocabulary that were unfamiliar to me. The angel messages in Angel
Therapy felt like the thought impressions I was getting at the Angel Circle while praying.

After one of the services, the Director of the Center of Expanding Consciousness, Judith, introduced me to a woman who had begun teaching
classes at the center on angels named Ann Albers. Ann looked at me and said, “Do you get messages from angels?” I shyly answered, “Yes,”
thinking that the thought impressions I was getting at the Angel Circle while praying were from angels because I was asking for help from the angels
in prayer. “Great!” Ann said, “Because I’m stuck and need some help. Can I call you?” “Yikes!” I mentally thought. “A teacher wants my help!” I said
yes anyway and gave her my phone number.

Ann never called, but a week later I got a call from Saks Fifth Avenue asking me to help them with a promotion of guardian angel compacts by giving
their customers angel messages. I agreed. I had never given anyone a reading before. I thought I would go to the store, pray and tell people what
was on my heart from the angels. I suspected that Ann had referred me. When I checked, I found out she had.

I prepared for the event by getting my hair and make up done professionally and dressing up Saks style. When I arrived, the sales people sat me
down at a tiny table next to the Estee Lauder make up counter. The first woman sat down for a reading. I asked her, “What do you know about
angels?” She said nothing. So I explained the difference between angels and deceased loved ones to her. Then I closed my eyes and prayed,
“Dear angels. Please give me messages that would be meaningful to this woman.” As soon as I finished my prayer my mind and my mind’s eye were
filled with information and images which I relayed to the woman verbatim. The messages were filled with helpful personal information and
recommendations. When I was done, the woman confirmed everything I said was true and thanked me for being so helpful. I was in shock. I had
done my first reading with absolutely no instruction, in public, and I was getting paid. I did not know that I was practicing what is now referred to as
angel readings. Several women sat down to get readings. Without me noticing, one woman took her engagement ring off to test me. The first words
out of my mouth were, “You are getting married.”

Now that I know about past lives, I know that I have learned how to give readings and messages from angels and spiritual guides in past lifetimes.
Doing them for the first time in this life with no instruction impressed me. The angels also helped me understand that I was set up to do this at Saks
because I thought metaphysical bookstores were weird and felt more comfortable at a posh department store due to my childhood upbringing.

After reading Angel Therapy, I did a World Wide Web search and learned that Doreen Virtue was teaching classes on spiritual counseling. I signed
up for the classes and flew to Orange County. I accidentally signed up for the third of a series of three classes. The students in this class were
graduating. It did not bother me. In her lecture, Doreen confirmed many of the things the angels had already taught me. At the end of the second
day, Doreen began lecturing on incarnated spiritual beings. She explained that many people are actually spiritual beings in human form. Some of us
are angels, some from the stars, and some from the spiritual world associated with nature. Suddenly the messages the angels had been giving me
made sense. I was an earth angel. I sat down to practice mediumship with a friend name Bronnie, who for a time after this class worked as Doreen’s
assitant. Bronnie had identified with Doreen’s description of star beings and asked me “Are you a star being?” I said “No, I think I’m an angel.” As
soon as I said that, Bronnie saw angel wings on my back. We were both impressed.

Since then, many people have seen angel wings on my back and one psychic as seen fairy wings on my back as well. I know now that I have spent
soul time on earth, in the angelic realm, and in the magical realm of nature.