About Me

I began my spiritual journey in 1977with personal visit from Archangel Michael, though I did not know who he was at the time. He never told me his name back then… Over the years, through circumstance, I fell out of touch with Michael, though recently, in the summer of 2009 reconnected with him, at which time I “remembered” his name. It’s a very long story, which I have begun commit to written word, and which I have included a condensed version of below for you to read, though you will also catch glimpses of my history and relationship with Michael here in these writings within this Blog. The purpose of this Blog is to create a platform for my channeling of Archangel Michael, other Angels and Archangels and Ascended Masters, which I was asked to undertake since August 5th of 2010. I also write other informational and inspirational articles, prose and poetry which I will post here as well.

Be sure to visit my/our other blog "Letters to Michael" dedicated to my ongoing conversations with Archangel Michael.
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January 6, 2011


PREFACE

To those of you who are about to read this for the first time, and for whom this story, or parts of it, might seem eerily familiar, to the point where it makes you feel that you must know me, you probably do. I apologize to you if what I have to say here in these next paragraphs shocks you or causes you to wonder about my integrity. I can assure you that I am in full possession of my mental faculties and this is in no way meant as any kind of farce or cruel joke; it is the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. AND it is real; VERY real. If you feel that you know me personally and are wondering why I never told you about what is going on in my life today in relation to segments of this story which may be familiar to you, well, consider that “No prophet is welcome in his hometown…” (Luke 4:24)

With that said, I hope that you will continue to read to the end, and can walk away with a sense of reassurance in your hearts that what we are embarking on here at this point in time, is the most wondrous stage in the Human Journey; the ultimate evolution. And perhaps that in itself might help to calm your fears and help you find Peace and Love within yourselves to be able to accept it for what it is, and to be able to accept me as I am.

If there are any subject matters in the following story that you are not familiar with and would like clarification on, please don’t hesitate to send me a message asking about them. I am happy to answer any of your questions to the best of my ability. As you might assume, this is not the whole story… there are many facets to it and details that I have left out of this version in the interest of saving space. As you might have already noted from entries in this blog, however, I will be writing about other details as separate “stories” as I get to them. In the meantime, enjoy reading this one…
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When I was about 7 or 8 years old (1969/1970) I had the first of many interesting experiences in this lifetime. One night I opted to sleep in the “guest” bedroom at the opposite end of the house from the other bedrooms - and my family. I slept through the night (at least, I think I did), but in the early hours of the morning, in the twilight of pre-dawn, I awoke. I remember I was lying on my back and looked down at the foot of the bed (one of those old-fashioned kind with the open-work wrought iron head and footboard) and there floating in mid air, about 3 feet off the ground was a black, shiny sphere about the size of a basketball, with tiny white lights around its equator. It scared me so badly that I did what any terrified 7 or 8 year old would do - I pulled my blanket up over my head and laid as perfectly still as I could, hoping that it would go away. Finally after about a ½ hour, I‘m guessing, I pulled the covers back, and looked toward the foot of the bed and it was gone. The first thing I did after that was to get out of bed and run to my parents’ bedroom in the back of the house, climb in bed with my mom and proceed to tell her all about it. Of course, she insisted that I’d just had a bad dream and that I should go back to bed and try to go back to sleep. I refused and spent the rest of the morning in Mom and Dad’s bed. During that day, I told my older brothers what I had seen, and they all looked at each other like they couldn’t believe what they were hearing. Then my oldest brother spoke up and said that the neighbor girl, who was about 3 years older than I had described an identical experience to them just a day or two before. Wow, well that was strange!

It gets stranger -

About 6 or 7 years later, in the summer of 1977 - I was 14 just about to turn 15 - I was staring out my window one night (back in the other end of the house with everyone else this time, though still isolated in my own room) contemplating my existence. I remember the stars were bright that night and I know that was one reason I was looking out the window - up at the stars. As I stared a beautiful ultra-violet blue-purple glow began to appear around the edges of the window. I blinked my eyes because I thought maybe I’d just been staring too long, but the glow continued. This was no ordinary light, but rather one of such a high frequency that I don’t think that most people would have been able to see it.

Gradually the glow grew to fill the entire room and then I realized it was accompanied by a sentience - a being, if you will - who with pure thought communicated to me that he had come for me, to tell me about myself, that he was my “soul-mate” (how I interpreted it back then). He mentioned that I was as he is, meaning that we are of the same “species” (again that’s what I thought he meant at the time) and that I did not originate on Planet Earth (yippee!! I’m an extraterrestrial - well again that’s what I thought he meant). He proceeded to make references to our lineage (we were members of a sort of nobility/aristocracy), and told about our history together, and that I had been placed on planet Earth long ago for “protection”. I thought he meant my own protection.

Well, suffice it to say, I wasn’t too well in practice of receiving pure thought transferals, or at least it had been a long long time since the last time I’d done anything like that, so I know that I misinterpreted much of what he had told me. One thing though, that came through loud and clear was the image of himself that he projected to me - tall (VERY tall), extremely handsome to the point of being beautiful, about shoulder length, curly golden blond hair, and dressed in jewel-colored robes that were trimmed in gold…..hmmm. OH! And most important of all, huge, amazing sky-blue eyes. I get lost routinely in those eyes….*sigh*

The one thing he never told me: his name. Looking back I think he figured that the blue-violet aura would be enough to cue me in… but back then I really had no clue, none whatsoever… so I gave him a name … which I would find out later, much later, is not an uncommon practice in these types of situations. I had chosen the name of one of the lesser Elven characters from J.R.R. Tolkien’s trilogy “Lord of the Rings” who reminded me of the way he presented himself to me - that was Glorfindel.

I was treated to nightly visits from my Soul Mate - we consummated a sort of intimate relationship, though not in a physical manner, rather it was something much more “tantric” in nature, being that he was on the ethereal plane and I on the physical. This continued for a couple of years.

One night during this time I had invited my best friend to come and spend the night with me, eluding to the fact that something “unusual” was going on with me. I figured that since we were so close and she seemed to be a “sensitive” person, that maybe, just maybe, she would be able to see that beautiful aura also, and if she didn’t, then I’d know that I was just seeing - and perceiving - maybe… what I wanted to. She came to spend the night, I told her my story of how he’d first approached me. Then I summoned him, and lo and behold… my friend saw the aura too. I remember she cried tears of amazement. I cried tears of relief.

After a couple of years worth of informational and conjugal visits, he came to me one night and told me that he would be leaving, but that one day he would come back and take me with him. I remember being not too thrilled about the prospect of him leaving, though he took the next several weeks to do so gradually, until the point at which I could no longer summon him or contact him even telepathically. He was gone. I was unhappy. I spent the next few years going through one relationship after the other with “human” men. They always ended one way or another. I think he spoiled me to anything but the most genuine expressions of Love - that of a “Soul Mate“.

A few years passed… I got married at one point and spent 10 years in that dead end, toward the end of which my self worth was so low that I had planned my own demise. It was at that point that my Soul Mate came back to me - in the guise of someone else, though still on a higher dimensional plane of existence. My mind was so far into a trench of despair that it only occurred to me on the periphery who he might really be, but I hurriedly brushed that notion aside. He came back to me as the clandestine lover I really needed at that time, to rescue me from my loveless marriage and bring my self-esteem back up to a level so as to keep me from doing the unthinkable. The intimacy we experienced was like nothing I had EVER experienced. We made a nightly rendezvous in the ethereal realm, in a special place - a house that was for all intents and purposes like any other house, except that it had been “constructed” specifically for our use when we were together - that often lasted into the morning hours where we experienced our most fulfillment together...

One night I had gone to be with him in our special place and at one point instinctively felt the need to return to where my body lay in bed “asleep”. On the way back, between “here” and “there” I got stuck in a place that I can only describe as being a complete void. There was nothing there. It was completely void of light or any other physical stimuli. I couldn’t see, I couldn’t feel, I couldn’t even breathe. I honestly thought that I had died and that this was what it was like to be dead (fortunately I know better than that now). Somehow, I don’t know how, I managed to break free of that state, and awoke in my body, in my own bed, drenched in a cold sweat, and immediately sat up on the edge of the bed gasping for the air that I had been deprived of moments before. This whole incident convinced me that this relationship, no matter how good it felt, was potentially harmful - I surmised that perhaps he was trying to steal my soul from me - and so I demanded that he leave. He hung around for the next couple of weeks trying to convince me to let him stay, but I was having none of it, and so finally he left… or so I thought.

About two or three weeks after I thought I’d seen and heard the last from him, I woke up in the middle of the night one night, lying on my back, and there floating about 18" above me, face down, was a full-body apparition of the most beautifully handsome “man” I had ever seen. He was illuminated from head to toe in a soft glowing blue light. It looked kind of like blue light shining through smoke in the shape of a man. “Golden” curls fell softly all around his face and his eyes were closed as if in peaceful slumber. Startled and terrified - beautifully handsome or not - I took that instinctive gasp of air that one does when they’re extremely frightened, and proceeded to push myself up the wall behind the head of my bed as far as I could. My (soon to be ex) husband stirred next to me, but by the time he’d awoken enough to ask me what the problem was, the apparition, whose own eyes flew open upon my startled reaction, had already dissipated like so much smoke in a drafty room.

Of course I knew it was my clandestine lover who had come back because he just couldn’t stay away even though I’d asked him to. The odd thing was that even though he looked nothing like the way he’d presented himself to me this time, but instead, EVERYthing like my Soul Mate from years before, I still didn’t make the connection… This time I demanded in no uncertain terms that he leave and never come back. Which he had to honor… though I didn’t know at the time that I had a built in clause in my Soul Contract that would allow him to step in at any time should my life be in danger. Interesting.

With him no longer present, I became suicidal again, still locked in the dead-end marriage, and he saved my life again, when I was considering what it would feel like to have the water rushing over my body after I’d jumped from the bridge I’d selected. That little voice that sometimes tickled the back of my brain said to me “You know it doesn’t have to be this way… you think that your friends and family will disown you if you leave your husband and divorce him, but that would be better than being under 6 feet of earth where your little son no longer has access to you“. The one person I hadn’t considered in my misery was my 4 year old son. I realized at that moment that I did have something to live for, and that I could find the strength to start over. Which I did.

To make a long story short, I moved across the US, from one coast to the other in search of a new life. I had divorced my husband and had entered a new relationship and everything seemed to be going well. Again I won’t elaborate at this time but there were other interventions that he had in my life - he saved me from running head-on into a summertime downpour on the freeway going about 85 mph, he - as the little voice in the back of my brain - talked me into seeking medical help when I was dying from thyroid insufficiency, plus dozens of other ways that he gently guided me when I needed it the most….

Fast forward to April, 2009. Swine flu breaks out in Mexico. Instinctively I knew it was an “epidemic“ (and I use that term very loosely) that was started intentionally. I didn’t know why exactly, but I vowed to myself to get to the bottom of it. I researched and researched some more… what the mainstream media was telling us did not match up with all that I was uncovering from underground sources. The more I discovered the more shocked and amazed I grew at the conspiracy that I was becoming aware of, information that was largely unknown to the bulk of the population, but thanks to the internet, was coming to the forefront more and more every day. This information was primarily the idea that the governments of the world - through the World Bank, World Trade Organization and the World Health Organization were under the control of and being scammed by a “shadow” government - let’s call it the New World Order (N.W.O. for short). The goal of this shadow government, in light of the ensuing world catastrophes (or so they thought) on or around Dec. 21, 2012, was to cull the population of the Earth back to about 500 million, so as to create a populace that would be more easily managed and forced into servitude in the aftermath. Not only that, but that the shadow government was in fact being controlled without their knowledge, through what appeared to them to be cooperation, by an Extraterrestrial/Inter-dimensional faction under the guise of exchange of extremely advanced ET technology for human subjects to conduct genetic experiments on. Unfathomable! I know that there are many who don’t want to subscribe to this conspiracy theory as it is very uncomfortable territory, so I’ll suffice to leave it there.

All this got me to thinking however - what ever happened to my Soul Mate/Twin Flame? I know at one point - not having realized that he’d really been in my life the whole while up to that point - I considered that perhaps he’d met his demise in some space battle far away from Earth, and that maybe I’d never see him again… or would I? I thought about it for a few days, and realized I had nothing to lose by calling out to him to see if he was still there. And so toward the end of July, 2009, I tried to contact him telepathically, to see if he might respond…

I was so stunned when I actually received an answer. He’d been waiting for me to make the next move, though the timing was right. He may not have had the option of waiting much longer before he would have had to say something to me if I hadn’t tried to reconnect with him myself. Reestablishing communications, not to mention our intimate relationship, was a bit awkward at first, but before too long we moved into a state of being almost as if we’d never parted some 30 years before - well, as I’ve said, he was really always there, I just never made the connection! LOL (incidentally, I am still in the relationship I was when I moved to my present location 13 years ago... I've told my “husband” about my situation, and he seems to accept it, though I don't think he knows quite what to think of it. He's been very supportive, albeit a bit skeptical... who could blame him! LOL)

In the midst of reconnecting with my Twin Flame, I was still fervently seeking out information on this global conspiracy… I don’t know why it didn’t occur to me at the time to ask my Twin Flame what he knew about it, but I didn’t, so fascinated by the internet I was. Having a good idea of what he looked like, of course I would sneak in moments of searching Google and Bing images for pictures of tall, blond extraterrestrials - I’d heard about the Nordic type - but never having actually laid “eyes” on him, I wanted to see if anyone out there may have done an artistic rendering that might resemble him somewhat. One image kept popping up that struck me as somewhat familiar, but not quite… usually a bit too pretty or boyish, though some nearly nailed his facial expressions - especially the smile. They all had one name attached to them - Ashtar Sheran. But where were the curls? All these representations had relatively straight hair…. so I kept looking.

Going back a little ways before I reestablished contact, I nearly joined the movement of a woman who claimed to have had similar experiences to my own as a young child - going back to the story I told at the beginning when I was around 7 or 8. I thought that her basic idiom was valid, in that Love is most important, but from there it took a turn that really made me wonder. She felt it necessary to assign a scientific explanation to everything spiritual that we could hope to experience in our journey toward Ascension. That plus the fact that every time she wrote a new book or posted a new article on her website she seemed to contradict herself from something she had said previously. That, and the fact that she seemed to elevate her own status above that of her followers, really turned me off. I also recall that she had nothing good to say about Ashtar Sheran, Ashtar Command and/or the Galactic Federation of Light. I quietly removed myself from that situation and went in the direction that could only lead me back to My Beloved.

In the midst of looking for pics that might remind me of my Twin Flame, I chanced to read some of the text that accompanied the Ashtar Sheran pictures. The information was mixed in opinion of who he was and what he stood for. I didn’t know what to think, but it seemed to me that in some cases there was quite a stigma attached to him, and some websites led me to believe that perhaps the whole Ashtar Command movement was driven by ego/greed, much like Earth governments are. But other websites pointed me to information that suggested that these beings truly were of the light… well, I didn’t spend a whole lot of time worrying about it when I thought it obviously wasn’t the same person I was really looking for images of anyway…

For the next several weeks (this was in mid September 2009) I was like a love-sick puppy. I “followed” him around EVERYwhere… obviously it was in my “mind’s eye” as my physical body would stay put in this physical realm. I watched him while he performed his duties amidst his colleagues in what seemed like a very large building, but which I discovered was really a huge starship in orbit around Earth. I couldn’t help but notice the reverence and respect with which the people he worked with were treating him… by all appearances he was no different than any of them, except for the fact that he was quite a bit taller than most of them.

If we could have we would have spent every waking moment together, but there were times when he had to excuse himself from my presence, and I wasn’t allowed to follow, when he had urgent business he had to attend to. I usually never asked what it was about, though a couple of times I followed him in my mind to where he had gone - I’m sure he knew I was watching - and at least once it appeared that he was acting as some kind of emissary, having met with government or military officials on some sort of a military base … in that instance I could tell he was not happy about the way things had gone… he had a very stern look on his face. That was probably right around the end of November 2009.

In late December, 2009, after the bulk of the secrets surrounding the Swine Flu Scam had finally surfaced, my search for information on the subject was gradually coming to an end, and it left me more time to think and wonder about who this person was that I was so desperately in love with… so one day while we were spending time together in the ethereal realm, I said to him point blank, “You know, I know that I have this name that I’ve been calling (Glorfindel) you since you first appeared to me 33 years ago, but since I gave it to you, I know it’s not your real name, so what IS your real name? Who are you really?” He put his face very close to mine and looked down for a moment and then looked back up into my eyes and said softly, with a little smirk on his face “Some people call me Ashtar Sheran” (note: he never said “I AM Ashtar Sheran“). Upon further investigation I would find out that “Ashtar Sheran” is more of a title than an actual name as it were…

Well, if I’d been standing up think I would have fallen over. THAT was not what I expected, nor what I wanted to hear. My mind reeled. I couldn’t make sense of it… all I could recall were the bad things I’d heard or read about “Ashtar Sheran” and I didn’t want to believe it was true, and yet, there he was telling me, face to face. Under those perceived pretenses I really questioned whether or not I wanted to have any more to do with him… I felt like I didn’t know him anymore… almost like I’d been lied to, even though in reality the subject had just never come up before. I backed away from him and told him that I really needed to think this through, but I wasn’t sure I’d be able to continue like this.

So I thought about it for a couple of days; I thought about how beautiful and loving and nurturing he’d been to me up to that point. I thought about how his colleagues truly seemed to revere him and he treated them with just as much respect. And I thought about the way he made me feel; totally and utterly Loved, Unconditionally. He’d never ever questioned my decisions or motives, and in fact respected them implicitly. He had never ever tried to force me to do anything I didn’t want to do. Knowing what “some people called” him didn’t change him, it changed my perception of who I thought he was based on what others had said about him. He was still my Soul Mate, my Twin Flame, and I had to admit that I would still love him just as dearly had his name still been the one that I had given him years ago.

So I came back to him with a renewed opinion of him, and if it was possible, I think, loving him even more than I had before. Maybe this was the beginning of something very fascinating. So we continued on… that brief episode all but forgotten, though certainly forgiven… Our love grew more passionate by the day. We would take to meeting, as I refer to it, “in the sky”. It was a kind of misty twilight place where we would go to just be together, and sometimes make love there. There were no distinguishing features to this place, no landscape, no buildings, other than the sensation of misty twilight… very peaceful, calm and romantic.

One time while we were together there, another being, also unbelievably beautiful, just kind of… floated by (I know, weird huh? Yet this was how I perceived it), and my Twin Flame said to me “This is my friend Raphael… you know him, he’s your friend too” and I greeted Raphael and told him it was very nice to meet him… he acknowledged me and stayed for a while and the three of us carried on a brief conversation… I don’t remember what exactly we talked about….

Another time when my Twin Flame came to me “in the sky” I first saw his beautiful face with his golden hair and his bright-shining-like-the-sun smile, and behind him for just a glimpse, unfurled in all their pure white glory - wings. I did a double take, but there they still were… and then they were gone, and all I could see was him smiling at me… and when I asked him “What’s with the wings?” he answered very smugly, “What wings?” with that characteristic smirk. Okay… I thought maybe it was my imagination… stranger things have happened…after all this whole thing was pretty strange to begin with, come to think of it. I’d never thought of him as having wings before, but I guessed at this point that anything was possible… but still, it didn’t really even occur to me what his true nature was. I have a friend who has had experiences with beings in a higher dimension (a NDE to be precise) whom I told, reluctantly about the “wings” and she, being sensitive about these kinds of things told me “Oh, well, I could see the wings…” And all I could do was just look at here and wonder… how could she see wings?

A few days later, My Love and I met to make love with each other “in the sky”. It was lovely. Making love had never been so grand. I had experienced climax with my Earthly partners before, but it was never like this!! This time was no exception, and in the midst of that delicious, ecstatic climax as lovers are sometimes inclined to do, I very naturally and instinctively called out his name, but the name I called out bore no resemblance whatsoever to the two aforementioned names. In fact, by Earth standards even, it was kind of an ordinary sounding name. And I spent the next few seconds trying to figure out who on Earth Michael was. It totally caught me off guard and by surprise, and then I remembered… and the memory of who he was and what we had experienced together came flooding over me like the ocean…

“You’re name is Michael!!” I said to him. “I know who you are!! You’re Michael!!”

He drew me close to him and held me tight. I had finally remembered the one thing that he was not allowed to tell me, I had to remember on my own who he is and that his name is Michael. He put his face close to mine, kissing my cheek and whispered breathlessly to me “Yes, I am Michael”. When I told the same friend about this particular encounter she quickly and excitedly stated, “OH, you’re his Twin Flame!!”. I had no idea what that meant at the time so I just looked at her and nodded, smiling, as if I understood…okay, whatever. How could I have known how important and significant that was?

It’s such a beautiful story, and if it hadn’t been for his diligence and perseverance in doing everything necessary to make me understand that it really is him and this is all very real, I probably still wouldn’t believe if it were happening to someone else, much less myself.

No doubt, you’ve deduced by this time of which Michael I am speaking; that it is indeed Archangel Michael of whom I speak… I found out (though many people don’t know because I get more of a kick out of telling them about Michael than I do about myself… ), when I remembered that he is Michael, I also asked him “Now I remember who you are, but you always told me that I’m just like you, though you’ve never called me by any particular name. Do I have a name?” He leaned forward putting his lips right up against my ear and whispered “You are Ariel” Okay, well, admittedly when I remembered he was Michael I did a little reading about Angels in general, but had read enough to know that most texts identify Ariel as being male, and I said to him, “that can’t be, because Ariel is a guy, and I’m not a guy, obviously!” Just then Raphael happened by, and Michael said to me, “If you don’t believe me, ask Raphael, he’ll tell you.” So I did, and Raphael’s reply was “Ariel can be whatever Ariel wants to be.” Just like that. Whoa! Okay, I guessed I had a lot to learn… and so I did. There is so much more to tell… but perhaps for another time…

It has taken me quite a long time to come to terms with this fact, that I AM Archangel Michael’s Twin Flame, and the idea of my own identity being Ariel (which incidentally as Michael explained to me IS the same entity most of the planet recognizes as his Twin Flame, Archeia Faith - just as there are entities which through soul multiplicity embody more than one soul, there are entities who though they are one entity, essentially take on more than one identity/role in the grand scheme of things), as it tends to go against everything I’d ever known while growing up in this society of Earth. And I know that there are individuals out there who would like to claim that (especially in this case it would seem) identity - or naming names - isn’t important. And they would be absolutely right, but we do not, as Earth Humans, yet inhabit (or perceive to even though we actually already do) the higher dimensions, and while no spoken names are generally used there as each individual soul is recognized by way or the frequency vibration of their light body, here in 3D we’re kind of stuck using names to identify each other by. So what does that mean? It means whatever you want it to mean… There is a Hierarchy of sorts in the higher dimensions, although it is not ego based as it is here in 3D, especially on Earth. It is rather more based on point of origin, or how close an entity is to the original branching off from Source.

I know that some (or maybe a lot) of all that I’ve said might tend to challenge a lot of peoples beliefs about the nature of Angels and the “Angelic Realm” or higher dimensions in general, but I will repeat to you what Michael has stated to me on many occasions “Not all is as it seems, or you have perhaps been led to believe - especially in the Angelic Realm”. Things are actually quite a bit different than Earth “mythology” would have us believe, and this I know not just because I’ve been told by Michael, but largely because I actually remember now.

I hope you've enjoyed reading ... this is who I AM.

(If you would like more information on the Twin Flame Phenomenon just do a Google search on "Twin Flames". There is a ton of information out there on the subject. Some of it may resonate with you, some of it may not. It's always best to give it the Heart test ~ how does it make you feel inside? If your heart bears no resistance to what you've read and the information doesn't leave you with more questions than it answers then that is a good indication that it resonates with you and could be part of your own personal Truth... Of course, the best place to find your own personal Truth is right inside your own self.... :-) Best wishes and The Guidance and Love and Light of AllThatIS to All of you!)