My Wingmen: Close Encounters with Archangel Michael and Archangel Raphael

by Lorraine Recchia

Overview

My Wingmen is a true account of my journey with angels. They entered my world during a period of inner reflection as I researched personal growth during a challenging life transition. The books I was drawn to came alive as I read about alternate realities and spiritual concepts. I witnessed these realities as my home became a stomping ground for angels and spirit guides, where I enjoyed their appearances and intervention. They showed me how to interpret and discern the lighter side of the earth realm, and they gave me examples of what clear expanded believing could accomplish.

As I began to openly talk about prayer, my psychic senses began to blossom. I was embraced by two angels, and they offered me healing along with their companionship. They have become my teachers, and they have helped me connect with truths beyond my wildest dreams. It was in expanded thought that I was able to grasp a world that is clearer to me now, as this present-day drama fades to black. I have opened my arms to an enlightened world, because where there is love, there is no room for fear. Meet my wingmen, Archangel Michael and Archangel Raphael.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781452559810
Publisher:	Balboa Press
Publication date:	11/26/2012
Pages:	250
Product dimensions:	6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.57(d)

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MY WINGMEN

Close encounters with Archangel Michael and Archangel Raphael

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By Lorraine Recchia

Balboa Press

Copyright © 2012 Lorraine Recchia
All right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4525-5981-0

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Chapter One

WITHIN THE RAINBOW

"I am a rainbow, with no beginning and no end."

Did you know that there is no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? Why? Because ... the rainbow is a complete circle, with no beginning, and no end, just like us. When we experience the feeling of an open heart, we know that we cannot love any more or less because the feeling is one with infinity. Our open heart reunites us with that rainbow that is indeed us. There is also a feeling of continuity and connection, and it is so enormous that it cannot be measured.

I have moved from living in a world of the ordinary into a magical, mystical story that is much more attuned to what I knew of as a child. To know me is to experience me, and I sign everything with love, not "regards," not "sending my best," not even "good wishes." I sign "love." Love is a most valid and appropriate signature, and I use it generously. I am infinite potential, and I have allowed the experience of myself to become more genuine. Here are my experiences as I learned that I was indeed living within a rainbow as a rainbow.

Oh, and that pot of gold ... it circulates continuously as a Divine golden light that flows within us, and once we live in sync with that stream of unconditional love flowing from Source Creator, our riches abound!

Chapter Two

LENNY FROM THE DINER

"I am free from the misconceptions that once formed my world."

During the early 1990s I lived in an apartment complex on Long Island, in New York. I had moved there after a recent divorce and a job change. Everything was new, including my cat, Nightmare, who had been a gift from a friend. On one particular evening, there was a knock at my door and a new neighbor announced himself in an unusual way. First of all, he was a police officer whose name was Bill, and he was standing at my door fully dressed in his uniform. He looked distressed, and after he introduced himself to me, he started to explain what he wanted. He told me he had just moved in to the apartment next door to me and he knew no one in the area. He went on to say that he had just broken up with his girlfriend, who used to physically abuse him. (He confessed he never hit her back and only stayed with her because he assumed she would eventually stop ... she didn't.) Also, like him, she was an officer of the law. His relationship had ended that night, and he looked lost and very alone.

Bill went on to tell me that several people in the apartment complex told him that he should come to meet me. I found that a bit odd, as I really did not know anyone in my complex. He went on to explain that his mother had passed six years ago, and he still misses her. He told me his dad, though still living, was occupied these days with his girlfriend and rarely communicated with him. He was missing the closeness he shared with his mom, and without siblings, he had no one to talk with. I must have looked a little perplexed, because then he came to his point, and that was to ask me if he could eat his dinner in my kitchen. He told me he could not stand to be alone right now. He was going to get some food from the local bistro and he asked me if I wanted something to eat. I said no, but I told him that he could eat in my kitchen. He looked relieved and grateful, as he left to get his dinner. Within an hour he returned and he ate his dinner as we both sat at my kitchen table. We talked; I listened mostly, and he was able to get many thoughts off his chest. After a couple of hours, he left to go back to his apartment, which in fact, was right next to mine. He was my new neighbor.

A couple of weeks later, Bill knocked on my door again. This time, he asked me to come out with him to the local diner, one of his friends who worked there was in great emotional distress. I was in my pajamas and it was about ten o'clock in the evening. I looked at my new neighbor, police officer Bill, and said, "What can I do?" He told me that he knew if his friend met and spoke with me, his spirits would be lifted. So I got dressed and went with him to the diner, where a man named Lenny worked and was talking about ending his life. Bill told me that Lenny's wife had just left him. To complicate things further, his wife and daughter had just been in an auto accident and were both in critical condition in the hospital. Having a little background on his particular challenges, I met and sat with him at the diner. Lenny and I shared a booth, and I did just what I was supposed to do. I listened.

After about an hour, Bill came by the table and told me that we had to leave. I told Lenny I had to go, and because I could smell the alcohol, I looked at him directly and said, "Could you stop drinking?" He thought for a second and then said, "Okay," like a little boy. Truth was he was so ready to feel better that anyone taking the time to care about him and direct him to some healthier choices was well received.

As I was about to get up, I looked at him and asked if he had any faith at all. He said he did believe in God. I asked him if tomorrow morning he could get up early and, before work, go to his church or temple or park or whatever house of worship he felt comfortable with, walk up to the altar alone, and offer to God this whole mess—offer to God the divorce, the accident, the pain, the confusion ... all of it. Could he put this whole issue down, as if putting down a heavy suitcase and then just leave the church? Again I looked intently at him and said firmly, "Just walk out of the church, and don't take your problems back with you ... you must leave them there, you must let them go."

He looked very simply at me and said, "Yes, I can do that."

I thought to myself, Wow that was easy. No fight, no argument, no excuses. He said yes. And so I went back home, got into bed, and relaxed into my pillow, thinking, Interesting night.

As I lay in my bed, facing the ceiling, completely ready to enjoy a good night's sleep, a very large ball of light appeared and hovered over me in my bed. It was at least a yard in circumference. Accompanying this ball of energy that radiated and vibrated was another smaller ball of light that was green in color. The larger ball just stayed there, and the smaller ball dove at my body and began to touch me in various places, mostly my lungs. It felt as if it were dissolving or erasing energetic debris inside of me. The light would swoop down and work on my lungs, and then it would work on other organs in my body, along with my head. I just watched and said, "Thank you, thank you so much. This is wonderful, thank you." I had recently stopped smoking, and feeling this energy touch my lungs with light was a delight. Earlier that year, what helped me to stop smoking, was that a friend of mine had gone to a psychic who told her that if I kept smoking, he saw a spot developing on my lower left lung, and I knew he was right because I had been coughing more than what I considered usual at the time. This ball of green light was focusing on the lower left area in my lungs because I could see and feel the work he was doing on me. I knew this energy was removing debris from that area caused by smoking. I kept repeating, "Thank you." What else could I say? I knew I was receiving a healing specifically for speaking about prayer tonight with Lenny. What a gift I received for a one-hour visit with this man, to whom I barely spoke. After a few minutes of watching this and seeing how one light watched and vibrated and the other light did all the work, I was beyond grateful. Then, just as quickly as they had appeared, they disappeared, and I went to sleep. I later discovered who they were. At the time I barely had any knowledge of angels or anything resembling a celestial being. I know today that the larger energy was Archangel Michael, who is the guardian of all healers, and the smaller energy was Archangel Raphael, who is the angel physician.

Before I continue with this story, let me explain a little bit more about me. Since I was a child, I was very sensitive and I would react to certain fruits with hives, rashes, and itching. That's how it started with me. My allergies would continue to grow and included the very common peanut allergy, along with apples and cherries and many vegetables. I always focused on what I could eat, as each year in my life would eliminate yet another fruit or vegetable. The "glass half full" philosophy served me well, and I never let it get me down.

When I was married, I remember being out with my husband on an anniversary we were celebrating, and we had enjoyed a beautiful dinner at the Russian Tea Room in Manhattan. I ordered what had been at the time for me a safe fruit, which was a dessert of fresh strawberries. The dessert came, I had a few bites, and within minutes I could feel the beginnings of a major allergic reaction. I thought, Oh no, now I cannot eat strawberries. So, you can see how my list of foods to stay away from would grow and grow. Eating for me was quite challenging, and could end an evening out in a minute. The allergies at the time required I travel with an epinephrine pen, which is an injectable needle that would prevent my body from canceling itself out—death by food. It was all very strange, and no doctor could really fully explain at the time why and where it all came from, and why it was getting worse.

Chapter Three

THERE'S MORE

"I am a miracle healing."

The next morning I awoke and thought back on the whole experience of the night before. I pondered meeting Lenny, and the angelic visitation as I went about my day and did my routine chores around the apartment. I needed groceries, so I drove to the supermarket and gathered some things. When I approached the fruit aisle, I looked at the apples and said to myself, "Oh, I can eat these now." I bought a bag of apples. When I finally made it to the checkout line, I was surrounded by peanut butter, peanut candy, and all kinds of peanut products. I thought, Oh, I can eat peanuts now. I took a peanut bar and did not even test it with a small taste that would have possibly killed me, because I just knew that I could eat it. I ate half the bar. I grabbed a cold green apple from my cart and took a bite out of this once-forbidden fruit, and I was fine. My food allergies were gone—all of them.

Since childhood, and through my teens, twenties, and thirties, my food allergies worsened. By the time I was in my thirties, I was allergic to over forty fruits and vegetables. I even had heat-induced hives that kept me away from bike riding and doing what I loved. It never angered me, but it did confuse me, and I would quickly adapt to something that worked for me. If I could not ride my bike, I knew I could take a walk or swim, and so wasn't I blessed that there were activities that I could do? The allergist at the time prescribed medication so that I could exercise, but there were side effects to the medicine. He told me one of the side effects was cancer. "Cancer is a side effect of this drug you are giving me?" I took it twice and thought I would rather live and walk then Rollerblade and create cancer from this drug.

What a gift. When I got home, I threw out my epinephrine pen, and wow, did that first apple taste great! I missed apples the most, and I told God during my walks and whenever I thought about it, "Dear God, when I get to heaven I am eating a big green apple!" What happened for me was that whenever I said, "when I get to heaven ..." the desire or statement became a reality here, on earth. Eventually I got it: I am in heaven. Of course, God did not step out of heaven to create earth. This universe is all happening within a celestial studio! I always knew there was more magic here than met the eye, and everything I believed to be true as a child proved to be so. My new world felt like Oz, and I was living over the rainbow—or, rather, within it.

Let me just add here that I never did tell my neighbor Bill about the angel visits and what transpired with my health. Bill was living in his own sad story at the time and had a complete block to anything outside of his Catholic faith which was also beginning to lose credence with him. He would push himself into people's lives and was rejected a lot by his behavior. His words to me were always, "Lorraine wake up, life is not so great these days, and there are a lot of bad people in the world." The thing is, I was awake, very awake, and I knew that in time, Bill would transition to a brighter path when it was right for him. Having talks with him was exhausting and we lost touch. A few years later, I found out that Bill suffered a broken neck and head injury after a car crashed into him while he was parked in his squad car. Bill had his wake up call. After rejecting life with his hard thoughts, I know this "accident" was how he would finally reach for spirit. It does not surprise me that his strong negative energy would attract such an accident. I just know that he is a believer today, of that I am certain.

There are human angels and messengers that come our way to get us to go to a certain place or to help us. They do not always know what they are doing or why they are in our lives. Sometimes it's for a day or longer. In Bill's case, he never found out that he was the catalyst for the angelic event that transpired in my room that evening, after our visit to see his friend Lenny. Bill's angels helped him to think that I might help his friend, and so Bill was more open than he knew, he listened and acted on it. Because of his hard thoughts, Bill also attracted other inner voices that were dark and destructive. When we are open, we can let in both sides, and so that is what protection is all about. That is why we need to own loving thoughts and offer forgiveness where it is needed and to feel compassion for others. I know Archangel Michael walks with Bill today and for this I am grateful; and Lenny, I heard from Bill right before we parted that he was doing just fine. Lenny got his joy back, and he was happy at work again.

Chapter Four

MY MANTRA

"I am free."

The mantra I lived by in those beginning years in my new apartment was "I am free." I said that daily, over and over, at least three hundred times a day. It was my screen name, my password, and the term for which I gave anything that required a code. "I am free."

What I love about this simple phrase is that it allows the powers that be to finish the sentence for you. The powers that be are the celestial or angelic healers that come along with us in this life who are streaming from Source energy. When we ask them to assist us with our earth existence, they do! Sometimes we think we need to heal a certain ailment or issue but our angels and healing guides see the deeper issues that may be sponsoring that ailment, and they need to address that part of our body first. I didn't want to interfere in what needed healing in myself, so I allowed the phrase to complete itself, as needed by my angels. Speaking the words, "I am free," prompted so many changes for me. I began to experience greater feelings in general and when I would listen to romantic love songs, it seemed they were always directed to God, Source, Spirit, or Creator. My heart opened wide, and I embraced the familiarity of it. I loved singing to God, and as I sang my eyes would fill with loving tears of extreme joy. The moment this all started to happen, I began to feel true heartfelt love for everyone. There was no such thing as a stranger, a nonbeliever or even an enlightened person, because they all felt the same to me. I felt love for them all, and they all felt beautiful! I experienced people in a truer sense; I saw who they really were. I felt compassion for those in difficult challenges, including those with little or no faith. I understood the process they were in and that no belief is ever permanent, and who they are now is no reference to who they may be tomorrow. It was a wonderfully freeing way to view the earth and its inhabitants, and it made the planet feel like one big family.

I felt that music opened my heart even more; freeing me from any boundaries I may have built around it. The lyrics interested me, because I would never sing sad songs, and when a song had words in it that felt "off" for my taste, I changed them to have a more positive twist. I would edit songs as I sang them.

Chapter Five

I AM THAT I AM

"I am happy."

I love to read, and my books had become my saving grace. One evening, I came across the magnificent words, "I Am," in a book I had been reading. I thought about how great it would be if these two simple words would really produce the flow of what was said next, as stated in the book. I put my head back onto the wall behind me to rest my eyes and reflect on it. "I Am," when spoken, were two very powerful words and the words that followed were given special attention and launched your desire into form!

My first experience using the words "I am," came that very same evening after reading about them. I was petting my cat, Nightmare, when all of a sudden he swatted me with his nails, which hurt, and I began to cry. I had just read how "I am" was a powerful statement to make, and whatever you put after it becomes manifest. As I cried and rubbed my stinging arm, I thought I would give it a try, and I said out loud, "I am happy, I am happy, I am happy," as the tears f lowed down my cheeks. The next thing I saw and felt was a dark thick clump of shadow energy raising up and out of me looking like a rain cloud. It went out through the top of my head and the heaviness of it actually lifted me off the bed as it quickly rose up. I began to laugh uncontrollably. Something was released, and it was the opposite of sad. I was happy! I had immediate validation of what saying "I Am," could produce.

(Continues...)

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Table of Contents

Contents

AUTHOR'S NOTE....................ix
PREFACE....................xi
TIC TOCK....................xiii
WITHIN THE RAINBOW....................1
LENNY FROM THE DINER....................2
THERE'S MORE....................6
MY MANTRA....................9
I AM THAT I AM....................11
THE BEGINNING YEARS....................13
FOOD AND YOU....................18
HOW DO YOUR CHILDREN GROW?....................21
AURAS AND PRAYER....................24
ROSA: TO BE OR NOT TO BE ... PREGNANT....................27
HOW WE CHANGED A PROBABLE FUTURE....................31
A VISIT FROM A FRIEND....................35
MY APARTMENT WAS SURREAL....................39
THE HOLY SPIRIT....................49
THE MAN AT THE FOOT OF THE BED....................53
AN EARLY-MORNING BIKE RIDE....................56
MY TRIANGLE FRIENDS....................58
THE ROSARY: MY MAGICAL AQUA CRYSTAL BEADS....................60
MY GRANDMOTHER MARY....................64
TRUE RELIGION....................68
JESUS....................70
WHAT IS A LOW ESSENCE?....................72
AND THEN THERE WERE SCALES....................74
THERE IS AN ATMOSPHERE AMONG US....................77
NEVER ACCEPT A SHADOW READING....................79
THAT FOUR-LETTER WORD....................82
CHECKING IN....................88
ENHANCING LORRAINE....................92
LEARNING ABOUT MY NEW TOOL....................94
CAN I PUT IN MY TWO CENTS?....................97
BANKING PRAYERS....................100
PRAYING FOR SOMEONE AS SOMEONE....................102
CLEO....................104
A VISIT FROM ARCHANGEL ARIEL....................106
ST. CHRISTOPHER....................111
ST. ANTHONY....................112
SYNCHRONIZED LIVING....................114
WORRY....................119
THIS IS NOT MY BELIEF!....................122
CHANGE....................124
I WANT TO GO....................126
WHAT MY ANGELS TELL ME....................129
UNDER THE MANGO TREE....................133
THUNDER MOUNTAIN....................138
RAPHAEL: THE LAUGHING ANGEL....................140
PADRE PIO: PRAY, HOPE, AND DON'T WORRY....................142
ANGEL MIHR....................144
ARCHANGEL MICHAEL....................146
ST. GERMAIN....................149
STONEHENDGE....................152
ARCHANGEL URIEL....................154
I AM NOT A SWEATER....................156
THERE ISN'T A CHANNEL WE DON'T GET....................163
MERLIN....................164
THE WHITE HAND....................166
THE FUTURE....................167
PRAYER AS FOOD....................169
ARCHANGEL RAPHAEL: THE HEALING ARCHANGEL....................171
A PERSON-TO-PERSON MEETING WITH ARCHANGEL RAPHAEL....................173
HAIL MICHAEL, FULL OF SURPRISE, THE LORD IS WITH THEE....................176
PULL UP A CHAIR. LET'S HAVE A SOUL TO SOUL....................178
EDITING PRAYERS....................182
THE LORD'S PRAYER....................185
SONGS....................186
CHANNELED PRAYERS....................188
CANDLES AND PRAYER....................190
THE MOON....................193
WHAT'S REAL OR REEL?....................196
ANGELS....................198
SO THIS IS CLAIRVOYANCE....................202
WHY AM I NOT AFRAID?....................204
VISIONS....................206
LORRAINE AGAIN?....................208
MICHAEL: HE CAME, HE ASKED, AND I SAID "YES"....................213
THE DRAMA EXTENDS....................216
HELLO, MY NAME IS LORRAINE AND I AM A "HAY HEAD"....................218
I'M STEPPING OUT....................219
ARE YOU DUE FOR A MIRACLE?....................220
PETITION FOR A MIRACLE....................223
HEARTFELT AFFIRMATIONS....................226
ABOUT THE AUTHOR....................229
COVER ANGELS BY: GREG CRUMBLY....................231
ABOUT THE WHITE FEATHER....................233