Uriel's Gift

"I died on the seventeenth of July 1996 - Life became very interesting after that."

Suddenly I found myself with Jesus, Archangel Uriel, and a third spiritual presence looking down at my body still strapped inside the wreck of my car.

They showed me why I was here in this life and where I was up to with my life's purpose.

They showed me how this life connects to both past and future lives. Then they gave me a choice: stay with them, or come back and fulfill that purpose.

The price for choosing to return was to forfiet most of the details they had shown me although I would be allowed to remember some from time to time as my life progressed. And I was allowed to remember that they had shown me.

I woke back in my body to pain, a vision of my lifeline, and a promise.

The lifeline vision told me that my life would take a completely different direction.

That vision was the first of many, and many of them are part of Uriel's Gift.

The promise wasn't like, I promise not to eat the last piece of cake, or, I promise to clean my room.

It was more a promise like the first blush of crimson on the horizon is the promise of a new dawn, and that new dawn promises a new day full of wonder, and love, and fun. It promised something magical, and it promised something new and different in a way that felt like a smile.

Several months after the accident in a personal developement class the facilitator, Jayson, conducted a guided meditation that was specifically designed to meet, and recieve a gift from, our sponsoring archangel.

While in meditation, a figure appeared before me and identified himself as Archangel Uriel. He was a little taller than I was, wore a robe like a monk's and his wings were not showing. He held something out to me with both hands: a gift.

I looked down to see a leather-bound book the colour of blood.

Tentatively, I took the book from his hands and opened it, every page was blank.

I asked Uriel, What's supposed to go in the book?

Your experiences. Fill the pages with the things you see on your journey.

Totally confused, I closed the book and thanked him for his gift. I asked, Who would want to read about me? I'm just a bricklayer.

He just smiled. It's your book. Fill the pages. Write what you see.

And then he was gone.

Two weeks later and again in meditation, I was guided to a clearing in a forest where, I was told, if I was ready, one of my guides would come.

Jason was good at taking people through guided meditations. I enjoyed the feel and smell of the forest while wondering what sort of experiences the other class members were having. As I wondered about theirs, I felt sure I wouldn't experience anything worth discussing.

I entered the forest clearing and found Jesus sitting on a log waiting for me. He was dressed in a long sleeved, off wh...