For about a dozen years I had the impression to study a certain class—one that was becoming more and more popular amongst truth-seekers such as I. Everything I had heard about the class felt in alignment with my beliefs, but no such class had shown up along my path.

A little while back, concerned about my experience with a particular health issue, my exercise instructor shared with me a certain healing group in my town. She even drove me there after class, to show me the way, in case I might get lost. As I entered the offices with her, I was overcome with the impression that those who ran that organization were some amazingly loving people, and I felt grateful to know of their existence.

On the front desk, a calendar of upcoming events was advertised on some papers—some handouts, so I took one. Several different classes for health and enlightenment were offered at the healing center, including ‘the class’, so I jumped at the chance to study the program that I had long been prompted to find.

As the classes began, a few days hence, I immediately noticed feelings of homecoming, being amongst others who were seeking similar truth as I. I feasted on loving truths taught there for four weeks, connecting with new friends, who I immediately referred to as ‘my kind of people’. The class was one that I looked forward to every week, and I knew I would never miss a single one, if I had anything to do with it.

But on the fifth week, as I was driving to ‘the class’, I had a feeling that my time there was almost finished. It made no sense to me, but the burning desire to join with them in that particular course of study was fading. I felt it, and as I joined that class that fifth week, I simply acknowledged the feeling and tucked it away.

On that particular night, one of the ladies in the class shared her personal feelings of hopelessness. As she participated, telling her story, I had a feeling that there was a part missing from her understanding, which I was given to know. I felt I should tell her my impression—an inner knowing from spirit—a hunch, which I thought might help her.

As we were leaving the class, this (European) woman was continuing to bemoan her sadness to another of our classmates. As I approached them, I joined in the conversation. The more my sad friend talked, the more a feeling in me was affirming that I should offer to share my witness of angels being with her.

So I did. I told her that I thought the missing piece was that she needed to know that angels were near. I was surprised when she replied that she knew that, but she could not feel it, and that no matter how much she tried to believe and feel angels near, her hopelessness prevailed.

I offered to find an hour to guide her in a meditation to find peace about her situation.  My new friend was most enthusiastic to accept my offer, and made arrangements to meet the very next day. In that short one-hour of spiritual mediation, we together did in fact see beyond the veil of mortality, into a world of spirit, where her perspective of life changed dramatically, forever. I will share some of what I learned.

As we were spiritually guided into the world of spiritual truth, a vision unfolded that brought with it a very powerful message—the power of remembering. It was complex, yet very simple. The images showed that whenever she spent even a moment remembering her divine nature as a being of light, a daughter of God, an energetic essence emanated about her physical being, like a glow with wings.

This energy was a form of truth, in the likeness of light, also known as the energy of love—spirit energy. In the very act of remembering her divinity, (her divine nature as a daughter of God,) a sweet and radiant truthful light would then shine from her physical presence, as a physical essence. As she radiated the loving light, angels exponentially magnified the energy with their own love, then carried that energy form, that real matter, to the places on the earth where such a loving essence could bless lives. I witnessed the literal energy exchange which occurred from a mother’s prayer to God, as I will explain.

We discovered that my friend had companions in the spiritual realm—two children who had died young. Until this guided meditation, she was in mourning for their loss. But with a new and spiritual perspective of that loss, she realized a heavenly partnership with these children, possibly designed long before incarnating into this life. I witnessed her children actually in the act of guiding her loving energy, as if channeling her love with their hands, like mirrors, multiplying that energy exponentially, and then directing that energy towards her homeland, sending protection to the children of that part of the world.

‘Remember your divinity,’ her children taught—’simply remember from who and what you were created—beings of divine origin with divinity in your soul.’

I witnessed the path of such a memory, a remembrance, from her heart to the hands of her heavenly partners, who then greatly multiplied such loving energy, and then channeling that package of light to do good in the world—good that was consistent with the desires of my friend’s heart—her enlightened heart.

Her life was changed that day, simply by knowing the power of her most elementary and basic concepts of faith—to remember her divinity, that she has a Father in Heaven. My friend now knows her children in a very different perspective, no longer in painful loss and loneliness, but in joyful reunion and shared life purpose. From one simple prayer came a change of perspective of possibilities. She now lives from a place of powerful partnership with heaven, with no more suffering.

Before this eternal perspective was shared, she couldn’t even make it joyfully through a single day, and now with a few moments of remembering her divinity, she can and does send blessings and much-needed change to a waiting world.

That was several months ago, and I have had no sense of any need or desire to attend the class again. While it was loving and powerfully true, my purpose there was not just for me to experience what I call ‘my kind of people’, but to meet the lady from Europe, to guide her towards a more peaceful joyful life, and to learn for myself, the power of remembering our divinity.

If the simple act of remembering, even for just a moment, can send forth such blessings, imagine what can happen when we remain in the peaceful state of celebrating, with gratitude, all that life has blessed us with and all that we are—children of the divine.

What if we could stay in that space for an hour a day? What if dozens of us chose to make such a connection every day of our lives? I believe we would create enough light to heal the whole world.

You are important. Nothing about your purpose or efforts is in vain—it all has eternal meaning. Your prayers are powerful. You are so very loved and spiritually cared for. Now, allow all of this to manifest, by simply remembering!

Even if you don’t believe this for yourself about yourself, try to trust that it might be true. A second’s faith in the truth can send change into a most deserving life. Who knows—many angels may be waiting on your remembrance energy right at this very moment!

My experience with prayer has convinced me that God is real, that he loves me, that all my concerns are important and respected, that everything I desire is waiting for me to remember and ask.

(More to come about my experience with miracles from God and prayer.)