We are more than proud and happy to annouce you as the WINNER of the Energy Muse Guardian Angel coin bracelet! Your entry was among some of the best we have read and it moved us, inspired us and compelled us to not only reach for the unseen, but to remember the unseen as well. Although every entry moved us in some way, yours ranked the highest! Your words, message and inspiration are amazing! Congratulations Carey!!!!!

Peace, Chris

There have been times in my life when I believed that and other times when I believed it was just because I did not shut the door tight enough. I still flip back in forth between belief (most of the time) and non-belief. The times of non-belief come when my logical mind looks at the non-physical evidence and dismisses the invisible to the dark reaches of my mind as false and stupid.

Then somehow, some when, I learned about energy and vibrations from a spiritual perspective. The idea that everything was energy and that this energy vibrated at different levels and affected your physical being in different ways explained, in my mind, Angels, Goddesses, Animal Spirits, Charkas, nonverbal communication and so much more. It made sense to my logical mind and I was able to begin to marry the two halfs of myself into one being, heart and mind, body and soul, all operating for the higher good of myself and those around me. It completely changed how I looked at the world.

What would I do if I could not fail? Change the world, of course. And I do that every time I shift a perspective, bring a smile to another face, support someone in achieving their dreams. I would bring peace, inner peace to everyone in the world so that they knew, truly knew, that we are all one family, one being. That the only job here on earth is to love and be loved. With a heart full of love it is hard to rain down death and destruction on each other and this earth.

In love and light
Celina

I truly did not have the ideal childhood. I was abused as a child by my own parents and counted the months, years that I would leave the house. I met a man whom I thought would get me out of this situation, and left.

Little did I realize I went from the fire and into the frying pan. I was now verbally abused in more ways anyone could imagine. It is amazing how I found the strength to carry on. There was no way I would consider ending my own life. I was here for a reason, and when I was young my guardian angel came to me in my dream. I believe he was there supporting me.

As I write this, I feel a hug …

I became homeless for a while, feeling as though no one loved me. Then one day a door opened up where I was able to find a job, clean up and find a modest place to live. Somehow, this experience (so far) made me a very strong person.

A while later, my only younger brother committed suicide. I was the only one in the family who had found the strength to think clearly and take charge of the situation. This was very hard since he was my best little friend. He is around sometimes.

My father (about two weeks later) got in a car accident in his new car. He said as he was spinning out of control, someone pushed him into the seat. It was not the seatbelt. Witnesses said there were two people in the car. Infact the policeman kept on asking him where was the other person.

I believe my brother is an Angel watching over everyone.

Again, this experience added to my life experience to make me a stronger person.

Being abused, I was very angry at everyone….but one day, I found the strength to forgive. It was as if a door opened up for me. Holding grudges or angry sentiments does not help a person to grow and move on. Well, I’ll be honest I have had days where I do get into that deep dark corner but with the deep love I have for my parents whom I truly do forgive (but perhaps a touch angry :p ) I carry on.

My experiences in life have helped me help others carry on. I met people who have had been in same situations I have been in and are still holding on to enourmous amount of anger. I have helped some to let it go. I have helped people in some relationship issues as well as things with suicide and depression. I don’t really approach these people but they seem to find me!!!

What I could do if I could not fail is to finally resolve that tiny bit of anger and not go into that dark corner. I don’t mind continuing to help either but at least keep me grounded when I feel a surge of anger coming. It never resolves anything.

Funny, as I write this I can’t remember when I was in that angry corner. Perhaps I did resolve it???

The bracelet is pretty and nice…and of course my selfish side (I think we all have it to a degree) would want it to help keep me grounded, but if I come across someone that really needs help I would not hesitate to pass it on to help them and remind them that keeping anger inside does not resolve anything, but letting it all go and forgiving does….especially truly, honestly forgiving.
Peace!

Who is my guardian angel? I truly believe I have two. From an outsiders point of view I was born into a normal enough family. But in reality it was a terrible situation. My father beat my mom and my siblings (I am the youngest of four) on a regular basis. And when I was three, my mom, packed us up and scraped up enough money to get us on a bus. Where were we headed? The other side of the country. My mom managed to make a good enough living to keep s roof over our heads. When I was six, we were taken away from my mom and forced into foster care (where we were split up my brother and my older sister were together and my other sister and me were together), because my mom (allegedly) tried to kill us. We stayed in foster care until I was almost eight years old. My mom was given custody of us again, however, a stipulation was placed on: we had to live in the same city as a relative. So again we moved. When I was 11, I entered the 7th grade and met one of the greatest people I have ever meet: Joan. I met her outside the orchestra room (yup, I was a orchestra geek) and she was funny. So we started hanging out. But I soon realized that she had the worse memory of anyone, because I would mention something and she would have no idea what I was talking about. It took a while, but I found out she had a twin and unknown to me, I had been talking to her a sister. As time went by I developed a really close friendship with them. But the bond I had with Joan was unbelievable. When tryouts for basketball came around, I wanted to try out but I didn’t want to try out by myself, so Joan (who couldn’t shoot a bebe into the ocean) tried out with me. And from there forward, where I was she was. Junior High got harder for me. My mom is a clinically diagnosed schizophrenic and couldn’t hold down a job, so money was always tight. She also would get in these suicidal moods which would make living with her hard. The only time I found solace was the 8 hours I was at school. No one ever knew about my mom, no one except for Joan. There would be nights when I would walk the mile to her house and just cry. And she let me. As time went by i started leaning on Joan more and more because she was my rock… But the spring of our freshmen year, Joan didn’t come back from Christmas break. I figured she was just sick or whatever and would be back. But days turned into weeks, weeks into months. And finally her parents told me that Joan had a brain tumor that was inoperable. Joan died two weeks before her 16th birthday. I was crushed. High school was harder than junior high, my mom’s illness was getting worse and not better. And on August 10th, 1997 (less than two weeks before I was to start my senior year), my mom tried to kill me. She pulled a knife on me and actually stabbed me. The result? My mom was sent to a mental hospital (where she would remain for most of my senior year) and I would become an angry person. life as I knew it changed quickly. my grades dropped, I got kicked off the varsity basketball team (my one love), and I stopped playing my violin. College scholarship offers dried up quickly, no one wants a player with baggage. I was down to three schools. All private, all small. Not my first or even second choices, but schools that I had applied to that Joan had talked about going to.

Although I ended up choosing Joan’s second option and five years later I graduated with honors and a two sport all conference student-athlete; it was a struggle every step of the way. But I have learned through struggle comes success.

I went to graduate school to become a coach, I left with a mission to change the lives of those who couldn’t. I decided to become an academic advisor for student-athletes. Three years into my career, I got my dream job (literally) as a learning specialist for a BCS school. While there I was faced with challenges on a regular basis. From coaches pushing students towards “perceived easy majors” to pulling scholarship money and kicking kids out mid year. While there I met this kid named Damien. Damien was from inner city LA (a place I have never been nor ever want to be). A kid who had the ability to be great, but had always been passed on because he could catch a ball. We battled, he wanted me to do his work or give him tutors. I challenged him to do the work. He complained that I wanted him to get As, I countered with if a C is the best you can do i am okay with that. After a year of being there, i knew deep down that BCS schools weren’t for me (you need to be pretty darn close to soulless to work there) so i left. I kept in touch with Damien, so when he told me he was leaving I was happy for him. Unfortunately, his transfer didn’t go so smoothly and he was forced to go home to JUCO. I promised him that if he could get his AA, I would find him a school. He worked his butt off and was in his last semester of JUCO, when I called him to tell him that I found him a school and to be ready to headed out to the midwest in the summer, I never thought that would be my last time talking to him. Two days latter I got the calling, telling me that he had been gunned down and was dead. April 5th, 2009 will always be a day that stays with me. I thought I was changing his life, and maybe I was, but his death has changed mine.

It seems that whenever I am having a bad day and i log onto my facebook, there will be a thing saying hey you haven’t talked to Damien in a while. Or I’ll find one of the stupid little posted that he had left on my door on a daily basis. But most of all, he continues to make sure that the kids I work with, hear what I am telling them. I do think that a lot of the kids who chose to come to the school I am, came because Damien, let them know I am there for them.

Joan & Damien, two lives gone too soon. But two lives who have guided me through thick and thin…

I am 27 years old, originally from San Diego, California, and I have lived in Dubai in the United Arab Emirates for two years. Here I have learned so many lessons, about personal strength, grace and trust in the wisdom that the obstacles that unfold before me every moment are blessings that have taught me to always remember my divinity and to learn that I don’t have to obtain qualities to be a child of God, but that I have to REMEMBER those qualities in order to REMEMBER that I am a child of God.
For the past two years I have been a preschool teacher in the Middle East. I work with beautiful, wonderful and wise children from all over the world. One little boy in my class, Adam, has been in my class for two years, as he has a severe speech delay and needed to repeat the year. Adam is unlike any person, let alone child, I have ever known. His eyes resonate with a deep wisdom, as though he knows secrets of the world we are all searching for, and his eyes dance with the laughter of a guru who knows that the person he is looking at is right where he should be. He is only three years old, but his eyes tell me he has seen this world many times over.
When I first met Adam two years ago, I found working with him deeply frustrating. He didn’t communicate with me like other children, and I never understood why he didn’t do what I asked him to do, why he didn’t enjoy painting, or why he cried for (what appeared to me) no reason, all the time. I loved him as I loved every child, but I found him deeply, deeply frustrating.
One day I was asking the children in my class to tidy up, and Adam, as usual, was not contributing. I was so frustrated with him. I raised my voice with him repeatedly and asked him to tidy up the toys. He gave me a defiant look and didn’t budge. Knowing how clever he was, I knew he knew he was controlling the situation and just being stubborn. So, I put him in time out…..and his beautiful, star- filled eyes poured tears. My heart broke and filled with guilt. A few nights later I had a dream about Adam, he was talking to me, as a man, only in his adorable little boy body. He told me, “I am talking to you Carey, why aren’t you listening?”
The next morning I woke up and went to work. When Adam came to class I was overwhelmed with the memory of my dream. I looked at him and my heart filled with bursting love and I smiled, and he smiled so big and his eyes again danced with that look, once again, of ” I knew you’d figure it out.” That day when it was time to tidy up I asked Adam to tidy up, like normal, and he once again did nothing. Only this time, for me, something shifted. I bent down to Adam and said softly and sweetly to please put the toys away, and told him that I knew he could understand me.
He gave one of his amazing smiles, turned around, and picked up all the toys, without having to be asked again. Adam can’t talk, but Adam communicates in the deepest form a human can. He communicates with love. Adam responds to love. Adam has taught me that the only way we can really learn is through love.
We cannot teach with anger or fear, it is not a natural part of our composition. If we do not teach love, we do not teach truth. People look at Adam and pity him because of his speech delay, and treat him as though he has failed a part of life somehow. I look at Adam now with all the admiration of the world. I walked into a classroom expecting to teach the children, and left the most learned student of all. Being in Adam’s presence has taught me that I don’t need a bracelet to ensure that I have a guardian angel with me. He has taught me that I am surrounded by angels all the time, I only need to remember. I know everything I need to know, I just need to remember.

BIG LOVE,
Carey

I would like to share a story of a guardian angel that touched my life, and my family’s life. A boy, I never met…changed the course of destiny and for that I could not be more aware of the forces that define us, seen and unseen.

In March, a young boy, dared to break up a fight during a birthday party, and for that sacrificed his life. He could not have known in that second, that another man, a gang member, was ready to take it, and would.

Conor Reynolds would die that night, March 13, 2010. He would be brutally, senselessly stabbed in the neck and die in a parking lot. His friends would carry him out and stand guard as he left this plane, to go on to the next. His family would gather in the emergency room, stunned, shocked and speechless, to say goodbye to their son, their friend and their now angel…before his prom, his graduation, and before his 18th birthday.

I never met Conor, but I did meet his family and some friends. To meet such a soul, and be moved without knowing ever knowing him is a major life changing event. I dreamed of Conor a few times and thought I saw him once. I worked diligently with his family to set up The Honor Conor Inc Foundation…a non profit to help end the violence of kids killing kids.

I wrote endless essays, and even organized a candlelight vigil…worldwide on what would have been Conor’s 18th birthday, May 8th. I write to share what having a guardian angel has meant to me, recently. I also write that you all, all who read this, will each year, every year, light a candle for peace, for an end to violence and for your guardian angel.

May 8th, each year, every year.

Hardships? Yes, I have my share, or maybe more, maybe less…depending on the yardstick we measure challenges by…but with every one I have learned to go on, move on, and keep moving.

I wish you all luck on your journey’s, peace through your travels, and a way to focus on the angels in the hardships that we all face….

Peace, always…Chris

When my son was 14 he was a pedestrian hit by a drunk driver going 62 mph in a 25mph zone. His injuries were so severe he was flown to Children’s Hospital in Philadelphia and not taken to a local hospital. It was the longest 6 minutes of my life as we choppered our way over the street lit city and I prayed my son would make the journey. My other worry was that I would get motion sick…miraculously I did not. After several hours in the emergency room where he screamed that he would rather die than be is this much pain and Dr’s confirmed his right leg had blood flow and would not have to be amputated he spent the night in surgery.

The next morning his surgeon told us of the external fixator, rods and screws implanted in his body, that there was a good chance he would not be able to move the 4 small toes on his right foot, and he would need a skin graft and future surgeries. OK, so be it, considering what could have been.

To make a long story short…he finished his inpatient and outpatient therapies 15 months later. He just turned 17 and has come a long way. If you don’t see his many scars or know that he can’t run like a normal kid you would never know what he had been through. When people asked me about him I would say…Yes, he is a lucky boy….but that changed to include… and I am a lucky mom.

Every time I think of what could have been I know for sure we have a guardian angel watching over us and I am thankful more than my words can express.