Today, I went to the public library to work. Sometimes I have to do that to get away from the people who live in the house in which I dwell. I am an introvert who needs her thinking time and it is easier to block out random strangers in a public setting than it is to block out the people you live with. Sometimes I have that blessed time where the house is all quiet but today…… TO THE LIBRARY!

Now, the library I chose to work from today is the central library in the city I live in and it attracts all. Students looking for quiet time to study, mothers taking their children to story time, retirees checking out the latest journals and novels and transient humans who are looking to kill the time.

Most of my visits there have been uneventful. They have these awesome cubbies you can work in that feel very cozy and allow you to have your own semi-private space. But some days, there are…let’s call them incidents. A manic episode on display, a handsy pervert to avoid, yelling and outbursts at random.

Today, the library was held emotionally hostage by a man who was obviously having an episode of some type. He was yelling random curse words and phrases like “I’m ten feet tall”, “Fuck allllllll”, “Pedophiles and fucks” and “Don’t talk to me”. He passed up and down the floor, mostly talking to himself but he would pick a person at random to just yell at. Mainly, people just ignored him but I calmly watched him. I wasn’t afraid. I rarely am in those situations for I know who I am and whose I am. So I called on my people. Out loud. And in that prayer I said, I called on Archangel Michael to come and surround this man with love, to calm the hearts of those he was disturbing and usher peace back into this place of righteousness (that’s what a library is to me - for it gives the tools to help one to know thyself without interference or intercession).

I saw it like a wave. The energy rolling in.

I felt the presence and then the man sat down at a table in the middle of the room.

He stopped bothering people and began speaking to Archangel Michael. Like a son would to a father figure. I started to cry because I knew what was happening.

My ancestors then whispered to me to leave. That my work there was done.

At that exact moment, a group of people got up with me and we walked out of the building together. It felt very powerful.

You never have to feel alone because you are not. You are constantly surrounded by beings of light who love you very much. Who are only waiting for you to ask them to help you, assist you, help you. I promise you this. You don’t have to see them to feel them.

I cry as I type this because their love is so real and RIGHT THERE for you.

I talk to my ancestors and angels every single day. Give it a try.

I can’t say what will happen to that man from the library. I just know that the angels were standing with him when I left and the shadows that were surrounding him left him alone in that moment.

Stop feeling helpless and start calling on your help.

Love you

xx