Guardian Angels

by Dr. Barbara Condron

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One of my earliest childhood memories is keenly connected with the familial environment my soul chose for learning in this lifetime. As is true with many contemporary children in the United States, I am the only child in the family. But unlike many children today, I had the advantage of living with my mother’s parents as well as my own during the first ten years of my life. I’ve grown as an adult to appreciate the wealth of opportunity for learning this afforded me. Part of that wealth was an intimate relationship with the woman I knew as my grandmother.

My grandmother gave me the eyes to see the beauty in creation. Being a Libra, she had a sense for beauty and being a rich soul she possessed great skill in many of the arts. She stimulated the use of my esthetic senses through teaching me to illustrate the world I perceived through pen and ink, watercolors, and oil paints. She encouraged me to express my visions by writing prose and poetry, and, having musical talents, she nourished my love for harmony through singing and composition. She introduced my young and eager mind to the wonders of sensory experience in the physical plane, preparing the groundwork for what would later evolve into the freedom I now experience in Self expression.

Yes, my grandmother was artistic. And she was psychic.

When I was about four or five years old, our family went to a Christmas pageant presented by the adults in the church we attended. Reportedly, I was enthralled with the entire production, but what I remember capturing my attention was the angel. When the angel appeared, to my young eyes, it was like seeing a celestial being twenty feet tall. He was indeed the tallest individual I’d ever seen in my life.