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We have a friend who is an Archangel. We often meet people who have worked and spent time with the angels, and they carry some of the wonderful energy with them, but occasionally we meet people who are actually angels whose entire angel soul group has agreed to move over to the 'human' stream of incarnation/reincarnation, on behalf of the angelic realms, to be closer to humanity and understand better how to help us. In the usual order of things, angels are not born - they live and work on the etheric planes. Their appearance to those who see, feel or sense them on Earth is an interpretation of energy which we can relate to and understand. In their pure form, they are simply bands of divine light carrying the energy of Source.

At the time of this story, our friend did not know he was an Archangel, but he had met us and felt a true excitement for angel work, so he was using the Angel Chamber and reading angel books to find out more. We met him on the street one day, and he told us that since he had started connecting with the angels and talking to people about them, lots of people he spoke to were finding white feathers, the classic angel calling card. Haue was rather disappointed not to have found one himslef yet. He told us about one very sceptical friend who had been very dubious about this new interest in angels, and said he thought it was all nonsense - people found feathers about the place because birds dropped them, not angels. That night, the sceptical friend needed to charge his mobile phone. He took it out of the cover he always kept it in...and found a tiny white feather inside!

Travelling on business one day, we found ourselves coming off the motorway at Penrith looking for nice vegetarian food and a good place to eat. Eventually we found a small cafe which served lots of different kinds of soup. It was full, but there was a small garden at the back, and we opted to sit there. We were the only customers sitting outside. As we waited for food, Shastra began to feel quite sad, and she also heard the sound which indicates to her that an angel is about. Shabdan was also aware of the energy in the garden, so he tuned in and saw a beautiful angel standing there sending healing. However, the angel felt sad and lonely, and that was unexpected. She told us her name - Sangonim - and we discovered that she had come in the second huge wave of angels which came to Earth in the Middle Ages, and had the task of holding this space for the light and bringing healing to travellers (it turns out that the cafe garden is on the site of the garden of a Medieval coaching inn). We asked why she didn't just return to the angelic realms if she felt lonely, and she said she didn't know how. Shabdan consulted Archangel Metatron, who confirmed that this angel had worked so hard to hold back 'heavy' energies that she had taken them on, and eventually lost touch with the angelic realms because she lost the lightness to connect. She was not a dark angel - just a light angel whose loyalty to her mission had made her too 'heavy' to reach home unaided. Metatron gave us permission to help free her, which Shastra did by opening a bridge of light to the angelic realms and inviting Sangonim's brothers and sisters to come into the space. The feeling in the garden turned to joy at the reunion. When offered the choice by Metatron to return home or to stay and continue working to hold the light, this time fully connected with the other angels, she decided to stay. People have since visited her and felt her beautiful energy.

The story does not end there. When we left the cafe and walked round the block, we found that the name of the street running along the back of the garden was 'Angel Lane' and that it was holding some very heavy energies which Shabdan and his guides were able to clear. Soon afterwards, Shabdan wrote the song 'Down in Angel Lane' which tells Sangonim's story.