Angels in My Hair (23 page)

I asked Owen's guardian angel to help Owen on his journey,
to guide him and protect him.

'Lorna, when Owen grows up you can tell him what you saw
on this day and you can tell him that my name is Angel
Traffikiss.'

I watched as Owen pushed another snowball with his
brother and watched the shield in front of his heart slowly
diminishing in size and I felt the touch of Traffikiss's hand on
my shoulder disappear. For a brief instant I saw Traffikiss
standing over Owen, and then Owen fell to his knees laughing
and called out to me to help him.

Some years ago, at the picnic by the lake, Angel Elijah had told
me that God was going to test me in the presence of Satan. One
day, Elijah came to visit again and told me that Satan would
reach me soon.

'I can feel him getting closer,' I said. I was terrified, afraid for
myself and for my children.

'Don't be afraid,' Elijah told me. 'Prove your faith in God.'

It's hard to describe, but from the time Elijah had spoken to
me by the lake I had been able to feel Satan travelling towards
me. Imagine, I could feel him a million miles away, then I
could feel him when he got within a thousand miles of me,
then within a hundred. It took years from the time that Elijah
said he was coming, for him to get near me, but I could feel
him getting closer all the time. And now Elijah had confirmed
that he was near.

Satan got closer and closer. One day, around midday, Angels
Michael and Hosus and all of my angels came and formed a
half circle around me, in front of me. They said this was to help
prevent me feeling the great evil that comes from Satan. Then
my angels disappeared and I couldn't see them anymore. As I
walked back into the cottage and closed the front door, I knew
he was standing at my gate. I felt cold and frozen; I felt the life
being drained from me; it was as if I was standing on the tracks
facing a fast-moving, oncoming train and being told it would
stop right in front of me if I had sufficient faith. I kept remembering
what Elijah had said: Prove your faith in God.

Satan must have been at the gate for weeks. I was in a
permanent daze, lost in time. Then one evening, as I got into
bed, I knew he was at the front door. I was feeling the power
of Satan and it was unbelievably strong. I called on my angels,
but they didn't seem to be answering me. Joe and the children
were all asleep in our bedroom. God and the angels must have
put them into a deep sleep.

I sat in bed with my knees up and the blanket pulled up
under my neck. I was trembling with fear. I sat there for
some time and then, suddenly, all my angels – Hosus,
Michael and Elijah – appeared and surrounded me. They told
me not to be afraid, then they disappeared as suddenly as
they had come.

I could feel the presence of Satan walking into the house. He
walked to the bedroom, and as he reached it, everything in the
room disappeared – including Joe and the children. It was as if
everything had vanished into darkness, even the bed I was
sitting on. I was left alone with Satan.

It was horrific to feel the power of Satan: all the evil, the
terror, the horror. I can't say whether it was a he, or what he or
she looked like, it just seemed to be a mass of bad, of darkness,
of great strength and power. He had great confidence, and he
certainly had no fear.

Then God walked into the darkness. He appeared in a
human form, as a young man, just as he had done in the prayer
group. He was dressed in brilliant white, his face radiant and
his hair dark and shoulder length. He stood on my right and
stretched out his arm to me and took my hand.

Having the presence of God on my right gave me strength. I
knew God was keeping Satan at bay, stopping him from
coming any closer, but I was still terrified, more terrified than
I have ever been in my life. I was shaking.

I sat in bed with Satan on my left – this great darkness, this
great evil – and on my right was God. I couldn't see Satan
clearly, he was just a dark mass, but I could see God clearly.
>When I looked to God the fear disappeared, but when I looked
back to Satan it returned, and stronger than ever.

I realised I was being tested by God and asked to show that
I was not afraid of Satan; that I was stronger than him, that I
could push him away. I also knew that the presence of God and
his touch on my hand gave me the strength I needed to push
Satan away. Three times I repeated, 'Satan, go away. I choose
God over you, I am stronger than you.'

Each time I said this he stepped back, and by the third time
he was out of the bedroom door. Then God pushed him away
– out of the house, out of the area. It was as if he was pushed
down a long dark tunnel into nothingness. That day I proved
to God that I had the faith to push Satan away.

Satan does exist: I have no doubt about this at all. If we allow
Satan into our lives he will come in. He will act as a 'god' and
may let great things happen in our lives. There may be great
wealth, great external success; but at an enormous cost. Satan
does not want us to evolve spiritually and will oppose those
who try to open the hearts and minds of others and help them
to see differently.

Man
is
evolving spiritually. It is part of evolution for man to
change and for the body and soul to become more united and
eventually become one. I see people becoming less conditioned,
more questioning and more open to exploring issues
of a spiritual nature. God tests us all some time; it's part of our
spiritual growth. We all have the power to push Satan away.
This is something we should never forget. If we push him away
he will take a step back, he has to. Unfortunately, he will still
be there, but his power will be less. And we can always call on
God and his angels to strengthen our hands, our belief, and
our faith.

Joe's diabetes was becoming chronic. He would frequently
faint or feel very weak, and sometimes Christopher would rush
in from the garden screaming that Dad had fallen over. It was
very difficult for him, and for us. In most cases diabetes
responds to medication, but in Joe's case it wasn't so simple,
and the doctors, despite their efforts, were unable to control it.
The doctors also knew that it was affecting his heart. Joe hadn't
worked since being diagnosed with diabetes; he had gone for
an interview as a security guard in Maynooth College – which
would have been very handy as it was so close to home – but
at the last moment they told him that they couldn't offer it to
him because of the results of his medical. Joe was bitterly
disappointed.

On one of the many times Joe was in hospital, a nurse
suggested it mightn't be a bad idea if we had a phone in the
cottage. About six weeks later it was installed, thanks to the
local health authorities, but I only used the phone for
emergencies and incoming calls, as I was afraid of running up
a big bill. Shortly after the phone was installed, the children
were playing out in the garden when a car pulled up. I was
around the back cleaning out one of the sheds. (We spent a lot
of time in the garden – we had a few chickens running around
and a neighbour had given us a puppy.) On this day I heard a
man call 'hello!' and I went around and greeted him. He was
getting out of a car. Inside it was a woman and child. He asked
was he at the right house. I smiled and said, 'I don't know.
Who are you looking for?'

'The healer,' he replied, 'my wife is not well.'

I smiled but felt unsure. I knew he was looking for me, but
I had never been called this before. In fact, I felt embarrassed
at being called a healer – I didn't feel good enough. I took a
deep breath and said, 'Yes, you're at the right house. Please
come in.'

We walked into the kitchen. They introduced themselves as
Fintan and Peg and their son was called Eamon. The little boy
stayed outside and played with my children, the chickens and
the puppy. This was the first time that someone called to the
cottage to ask me for help; I never learnt who had sent them to
me or told them I was a healer. They were to be the first of
many though.

Years later, when I met Fintan again, he told me that when
he saw the cottage with the children, the puppy and the
chickens, he knew he was in the right place. He also told me
that his wife's health had improved enormously after the visit.
I got a call one day from a woman called Josie, who had been
given my telephone number. Her son had been diagnosed with
cancer and she had come to me looking for support. She also
asked me to see another family whose son also had cancer, so
we arranged that they would come the following Monday
morning.

On Monday morning, at about a quarter to eleven, a car
pulled up to the gate. I opened the hall door and welcomed the
family in. We shook hands as we walked into the kitchen and
the father introduced himself as Dermot, his wife Susan and
their son Nick. We sat down at the table in the little kitchen
and Nick played with some toys his mum had brought while I
talked with his parents. After a few minutes, he gave me a big
smile and said, 'Stop talking, Mum, and let Lorna bless me and
tell me the name of the angel who is going to help me to get
better. Then I can go out into the garden and play.'

His father told him not to be so impatient, to give me a
chance, but I said it was okay. 'I'll tell you what we will do,' I
said, 'I will bless Nick and pray over him and ask for the angel's
name. Nick, sit on your Mum's or Dad's knee.' Nick sat on his
Dad's knee. 'There is no guarantee that your guardian angel
will give me his name, Nick,' I said to him, ' so you will have
to pray with me as well and ask your guardian angel to open
your mind and heart. When I am finished, you can go out and
play in the garden, so I can talk to your Mum and Dad.'

I had a look at him and I asked God to show me where his
cancer was. I could see it, but I didn't tell anyone where I saw
it. It was actually quite aggressive and I thought to myself, 'Oh
God, there really is going to have to be a miracle here if he's
going to live.' There was a thought in my mind that maybe
Nick was not supposed to live, that his journey in this life was
to get closer to God and get to know his angel. I was also aware
that this could be a part of his family's journey.

While I was praying over Nick, asking God to grant the
miracle that he would get well, his guardian angel appeared for
a few moments. He told me that the miracle would not be
granted, that I must tell Nick's Mum and Dad to spend every
moment they could with their son, that time was precious. I
wasn't to tell them that their son would die, as they were not
yet able to cope with that information. I was also to tell Nick
the name of his angel.

Nick sat very still on his father's knee while I prayed over
him and, when I was finished, I blessed him and he jumped off
his Dad's knee saying, 'Tell me my angel's name!'

'Sit back up there on your Dad's knee,' I said. 'So I can tell
you its name, and what your guardian angel looks like. Nick,
your guardian angel looks magnificent. He has clothes that
seem to sparkle in all colours and he has a cape that is
constantly moving. He has beautiful, sparkling green boots,
the most beautiful green I've ever seen. They come up to his
knees, with big, square silver buckles. He has a gold belt
around his waist and in the middle of it is another silver
buckle.'

Nick sat completely still on his father's knee, not taking his
eyes off me. You could see his excitement as I described his
guardian angel.

'His hair is red like fires of flame,' I continued, 'and his eyes
are like stars. And he has what looks like a sword in his left
hand, but actually it's a sword of light and it flashes. Your
guardian angel said I was to tell you that when you're feeling
unwell all you've to do is ask and he will touch you with his
sword of light and make you feel better.'

Nick jumped off his Dad's knee again and said, 'Can I go out
and play now?'

His father took him out into the garden. His mother, alone
with me now, started to cry and asked, 'What did the angel
say?'

I find it very hard when a parent says to me, 'What did the
angels say?' and it's not good news.What can I say? Sometimes
a parent will ask, 'what did I do wrong? Have I committed
some big sin? Is this God's way of punishing me?' We have to
understand that this is our path; the journey we have chosen
for ourselves long before we are born into this world.

'Look at your son,' I replied. 'Look at the belief and faith he
has. He's not afraid. He's not afraid to get better and not afraid
to go to God either. Listen to your son; he'll give you many
messages.'

When Nick's father came back in, I talked with both parents
for a few minutes. I told them the angels said that they should
spend as much time with their little son as possible.

The family went off and I used to hear from them regularly.
Whenever Nick was in hospital or not feeling well, he would
ask his mum or dad to ring me to ask his angel to use his sword
of light to make him better. No sooner would his parents ring
me than the pain would be gone. Nick could, of course, ask his
own guardian angel for help, but I have found with sick
children that they often ask their parents to ring me, perhaps
it gives them more confidence.

One time, when Nick was in remission, he got his parents to
bring him back to see me. He insisted on seeing me alone and
told his parents they must stay in the car, that he needed to see
me without them. When we were on our own, Nick told me
that he talked to his guardian angel all the time. He told me
that his angel had told him that in the future, maybe soon, he
would be taking him to Heaven. Nick said that was okay with
him, that he was nine years of age now. He told me that he had
told his Mum and Dad that he would be going to Heaven some
day soon, but they had replied that they didn't want to hear
that kind of talk.

Nick told me that his Mummy wouldn't stop crying. 'I tell
Mummy that I don't mind going to Heaven and this is all right,
but she doesn't listen to me.'

I asked, 'Nick, would you like me to talk to your mum and
dad?'

'Yes, would you do that, Lorna?'

I gave Nick a big hug and said, 'Let me pray over you now
and bless you, and I'll talk to God and your guardian angel and
ask them what I should say to your mum and dad. I will ask
their guardian angels to help them to let you go to Heaven
when the time comes.'