I'm a contactee, experiencer and Milab, having had contact with over a dozen ET races both benevolent and malevolent.
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A panel of experts dissected my case over a 2 year period and unanimously determined I was honest about my ET experiences and that they were legitimate.
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Here I share my ET experiences with you.
During an Angelic-conducted spiritual awakening, the Angelics are going to do whatever it takes to get you to where they want you to go - including questioning your own sanity on a daily basis.
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My niece Laura is Catholic and was making her First Communion. I wanted to send her a gift that was unique, that no one else would give her. I decided to write a story about angels. At the time I had no idea how I'd gotten it in my head that the story should be about angels as I knew absolutely nothing about them apart from the fact they made nice Christmas tree toppers.
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I sat at my computer for 3 days with what seemed like a terminal case of writer's block. Little did I know that was the Angelics setting me up for what was about to come!
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I decided since I knew nothing about angels maybe I should go to our local library and pick up some books about them. I was also looking for a book with a specific style of illustration in it that I wanted to use to illustrate Laura's story.
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I was in a hurry the morning I stopped at the library, having several errands to run that morning.
I stopped at the card catalog to determine where the books on angels were shelved, then continued to the shelves they were on.
On my way to the stacks I passed an elderly gray haired woman who was dressed in a very brightly colored floral dress. She smelled like she'd bathed in perfume that had the aroma of garden flowers.
"Good morning dear," she said as I passed her.
"Morning," I smiled, not wanting to be rude.
"The books on angels are up and to your right dear," she said.
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When I get focused on something I go into the "zone". Had I not been in the "zone" at that moment, it would've occurred to me to ask just how she knew I was looking for books on angels. But that went right over my head at the time. I was focused on the shelf in front of me. I just wanted to grab the books and get out to finish my errands.
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At that moment one of the librarians rolled a cart of books up to us to return them to their proper places. She was standing not 2 feet from us.
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"You know dear," the elderly woman continued. "You have to be careful which books you read about angels. So much is written about them that isn't true..."
"Know alot about angels do you?" I asked absentmindedly.
"Well, I certainly hope so dear!" she replied. "I AM an angel!"
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Oh just ducky, I thought to myself. I'm in a hurry and get stuck in a conversation with some nut case who thinks she's an angel. Be kind Pat...maybe she has Alzheimers or something.
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I buried my head in a book I was holding, not wanting the conversation to go any further.
As if reading my mind, she then said to me "Well, I must go now. The book of illustrations you're looking for to illustrate Laura's story is called [insert title] and it's in the children's section. And by the way Patricia...I do not have Alzheimers."
The book in my hands hits the floor loud enough to wake the dead. HOW DID SHE KNOW LAURA'S NAME AND THAT I WAS WRITING A STORY FOR HER?!! HOW DID SHE KNOW I WAS LOOKING FOR A SPECIFIC TYPE OF ILLUSTRATION?!! HOW DID SHE KNOW MY NAME?!!
HOW DID SHE KNOW I'D JUST TO MYSELF SHE MIGHT HAVE ALZHEIMERS?!!!
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I scooped the book I'd dropped off the floor as I watched the back of her flowered dress disappearing out the library doors. Mind you, our library then was the size of a shoe box. You could literally see the entire library from the librarians' desk.​
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Whoever this woman was she wasn't getting away without explaining to me how she knew everything she did about Laura and I! I ran to the library doors. No sight of her. What the??? I ran outside knowing she hadn't had time to reach the parking lot or disappear down the sidewalk. She was nowhere to be seen! But that was IMPOSSIBLE!
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I ran back to the librarians' desk. "Where's that woman that was just here?" I asked.
The two librarians exchanged a confused glance. "What woman?" the one asked.
"The elderly woman in the flowered dress that was just here! You were standing right next to us reshelving books!"
Now the 2 of them exchanged a glance that clearly indicated they thought I was the one with Alzheimers.
"Ma'am...you've been the only person in the library all morning."
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​This was impossible! I knew what had just happened, I hadn't imagined it! Then I remembered the book of illustrations she'd told me about in the children's section. I made a beeline for the children's section.
Sure enough, there it was with the exact title she'd given me! Proof I hadn't imagined the whole thing.
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Now I was a cop, the one who kept a cool head in crisis situations and certainly not one to cry during crisis situations. Yet I cried all the way home. WHAT THE HELL HAD JUST HAPPENED?!!
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My husband took one look at me and said "PAT, WHAT'S WRONG?"
I told him the entire story of what had just happened.
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"Well? Sounds like an angel appeared to you in the library," he said non chalantly.
"JOHN! ANGELS DO NOT APPEAR IN OUR LIBRARY OF ALL PLACES!" I shouted.
"Sounds like this one did..." he replied.
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Eventually I gave up trying to figure the whole thing out. I had to get Laura's story written. That night I sat down at my computer. The Tiniest Angel poured out of me, as though someone were dictating it to me in my head. My niece had been born on Thanksgiving Day and the surprise ending to the story was the she was the Tiniest Angel, sent to remind everyone what they had to be thankful for.
Illustrated the book and sent it off in the mail, with a note telling the story of the angel in the library as I was writing her book.
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The day of Laura's First Communion my brother called me in tears. "We just read your story to all of us here, about 30 of us. There isn't a dry eye in the house!"
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WHOA! Long story short, The Tiniest Angel was read to Laura's entire class, then to the school. From there it traveled to Puerto Rico and was read in schools there. My brother's parish priest phoned me to encourage me to get the story published. I couldn't in good conscience do that being I hadn't written that story. My angel in the library had and dictated it to me in my head.
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The weirdness didn't end there.
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That night I had a dream. Two huge angels appeared with their wings concealing something. They slowly opened their wings to reveal Laura. "TEACH HER!" they commanded. That command was so powerful I sat bolt upright out of a deep sleep.
I looked at the TV screen. The vertical bar pattern signaling a station was off the air was on the screen. As I watched, that pattern disappeared and the 2 huge angels from my dream appeared on my TV screen.
The screen began to stroll down...until an image of the Virgin Mary appeared. Then the vertical bar pattern returned to the screen. WHAT...IN...THE...HELL!
Every morning after that I began awakening to soft voices speaking words of encouragement to me.
Finally I asked "Who IS this?"
"Mikael"
"Gabriel"
"Raphael"
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Oh great...now I had Christmas tree toppers talking to me.
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As if that wasn't enough, dozens of my psychic friends began reporting "There's 12 HUGE angels surrounding your house to protect you!"
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Yes, I became a believer in angels and once I did, all of the Angelic shenanigans stopped. They'd made their point, "Let's move on now Patricia!"
Laura? I didn't have to teach her anything. She became a missionary working with the underprivileged in third world countries. She then became a nun and now works at the Vatican, organizing those same types of programs worldwide. She became The Tiniest Angel in real life.
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Who was my angel in the library?
