I can think of no better time to discover that angels are real

Sea of Miracles: Chapter One

Starting this week, I’ll release the full text of Sea of Miracles, chapter by chapter—revisiting these stories with fresh eyes, reflecting on their meaning, adding insights, and inviting you into the conversation. (Here’s the Index of all chapters to date.)

This book is filled with miracles—real-life encounters with the unseen force of love that surrounds us. It holds the origins of the work I do now, and I want to offer it in a way that feels alive—an unfolding dialogue, a shared space for reflection.

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Earlier this week, I shared the Introductory chapter of my book Sea of Miracles.

There, I explained the How of this book — the back story of how it came to be, when I was the editor of the “My Guardian Angel” column in Woman’s World magazine.

In this installment, I’ll tell you the Why. The two reasons why I’m sharing this book here on Becoming Real, releasing it chapter by chapter—just as it first unfolded for me.

1. I can think of no better time to discover that angels are real.
   In this chaotic and confusing time, when the world is moving so fast, and often feels so out of control, the angels offer guidance, comfort and a way through.

2. The angels asked me to re-release it.
   To offer it freely and freshly. To update the work, to make it come alive in present time with new insights and commentary. So there will be no paywall. It’s a gift to all my subscribers—free and paid— just as the angels offer their gifts freely to us.

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And so we begin . . .

“You are not alone. We are here.
We are with you, as we have always been, every day, everywhere.”

Sea of Miracles
Chapter One: Encountering Angels

When I was a teenager, I had a dream so powerful I’ve never forgotten it.

I dreamed that I was falling—plummeting through vast, empty space like a stone. The earth rushed toward me at breathtaking speed, and in terror, I braced for impact, curling my body into a tight knot of fear.

But the crash never came.

Instead, I slowed, floating like a feather on a cushion of warm wind until I landed softly— on the upturned palm of God.

As I landed, I’ve got you, I heard. A whisper so close I could feel the breath of the messenger on my ear.

I’ve got you.

A message I’ve been receiving in countless ways ever since.

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You Are Not Alone
Patterns in Angel Stories
Opening to the Presence of the Divine

Angels are everywhere. They appear in the sacred texts of Judaism, Islam, and Christianity, and every week, people all over the world gather in houses of worship to read stories where angels play a role. Studies suggest that as a majority of people, in cultures around the world, believe that angels are real.

Yet, one of the first things I noticed when I began reading angel stories was how many people felt the need to defend their experiences. This really happened, they insisted. I know how it sounds, but it’s true. Others wrote, No one will believe me.

In a world both obsessed with faith and eager to test the faith of others, this didn’t surprise me. Talking about angels can feel strange—claiming proof, stranger still.

Yet, despite being dismissed or ridiculed, people kept telling their stories.

I’ve told this story again and again. Maybe this time, someone will believe me.

This intrigued me.

I could detect no pattern to the kind of person who wrote in. People of all faiths—including agnostics and atheists—shared experiences of something miraculous. And these were only the ones willing to speak. I wondered, How many more were out there?

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A Waterfall of Grace

I kept reading. Months turned into years. I began to feel different. A strange new energy was coursing through me — it felt as if I was absorbing or even, swallowing, light. I could feel it inside of me - a brightness that flowed and moved. A living light.

People began responding to me differently. Strangers smiled. Conversations opened.

Once, at a writer’s conference, a woman sat down across from me and asked, “Have you seen an angel?”

She had no way of knowing what I did for work. In the conference materials, I was listed only as “Editor.”

"I don’t know what made me ask," she hesitated. "Wait. Yes, I do. Your face—it’s glowing, like light shining from underneath your skin. I can see angel light.”

I told her about my work then, and she smiled. “I thought so,” she said. “I can always tell.”

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There were other signs that my life was being touched—and graced—by the presence of angels. Opportunities fell into my lap; doors opened; money showed up when I needed it, and I developed an uncanny knack for finding parking spots at the mall!

Suddenly, everything that had happened before was given new meaning. Things I’d once dismissed as odd coincidences began to form a pattern—one that made my life feel guided. And, for a while, I felt kinda special...

That feeling didn’t last. The angels made one thing clear: You are all special. You are all guided. This is happening to everyone, every day.

Something in me shifted. These stories—woven together with the spiritual teachings I’d studied for years—became a braid of wisdom I am still unraveling, a spiraling gift of meaning.

One day, I knew: This is real.

(This photo was taken during the time when I was working on the angel column. My daughter captured it as I was walking between the walls of a sculpture at the DIA museum in Beacon, New York.)

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I began to detect the presence of an alternate path, running parallel to the path that I was on.

Glowing and apart, I saw that this path was an invitation to an alternate way of thinking and living that could be accessed at any time, at any age, by anyone. Though the path came to me as a dreamlike image, it was also completely and palpably real. I saw that it had always been there, beckoning me to fully experience what I’d been dabbling in for years: a deeper and more meaningful relationship with the Divine.

And here I must admit —for even though this is a book about angels, it soon became clear to me that, running like a stream beneath every story and every encounter of my own, there was another Divine presence.

It was less articulated than the angels—bigger, wider, deeper—but it was just as responsive. I sensed that the angels were but one expression, one part of this vast and loving something more.

I began to understand that through this avalanche of angel stories, I was witnessing the presence of the Divine—of God.

As this realization dawned, so did an increasing sense of responsibility to report it—to tell you about it. Like the letter writers who seemed compelled to share their stories, even when others had doubted them, I, too, felt the urge to bear witness.

“If I touch just one person,” I thought (and I continue to think), “then I’ve done my job.”

This compulsion, I’ve come to understand, is the natural response to gratitude.

Still, I won’t lie to you. I was terrified.

I made all kinds of excuses. I got sick, got busy with other things, and got caught up in family dramas. But each day, because of the nature of my work, I was called back to reading miracle stories.

Reading them, I was called back to closer relationship with the Divine—and an ever-increasing proximity to that glowing path, that invitation.

I knew that accepting this invitation would require me to live in a new way:

Heart open, eyes clear, feet firmly planted on the ground—while the whole living world dissolved into shimmering mystery.

This is what happened when I said yes.
It’s what can happen for you, too.

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Next Up: (You’ll find it all in the Index)

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Every angel story I’ve ever read carries an undercurrent of longing—the desire to be seen, known, and reassured that life is more than what meets the eye.

As I share Sea of Miracles, I invite you to journey alongside me. Subscribe to Becoming Real so you’ll know when I post the next chapter—and selections from my newer projects. And if you want to join me for The Reflection Work, become a paid subscriber.

Most of all, trust this: You are not alone. You are, and have always been, held in the blessing of Love.

With love,
Amy

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Buy an e-copy of Sea of Miracles here.

Join our new spring workshop: The One Who Blesses.
Read the course description here.

And in case you missed my last post, The Only Medicine that Can Break the Spell of Our Split World, it’s here.

Afterthoughts/Gratitude

I am grateful to Julie Schwartz of Wyndjammr Consulting & Design, who, 15 years ago, helped make this beautiful book a reality that I could hold in my hands.

It can take years to write one book - years of organizing words into sentences and chapters. When you hold your first published book in your hands . . . well, that is its own kind of miracle. (In this photo, taken 15 years ago, I am holding the very first copy.

I am grateful we have Substack,
a platform that did not exist when this book came out. Now, with each chapter, I can speak directly to you— and you can speak with me. This is resonant with the vibrant ways the angels connect with us - in present time, freely, playfully and vividly alive. What a joy!

I am grateful to every one of my students,
who read this book as the text behind the Soul Caller Training. I would love to hear from you - tell me what’s happened since we sat in those early circles in the pre-Zoom days, calling our conversation into the dark.

I am grateful to you,
reading along with me now. I invite your reflection, your stories, your comments.

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Finally, a quick note about copyright.
This book is for the world. You may quote this book, you may make memes, but please name the book and credit me as the author. And do let me know! I love to see the work make its way in the world. Permissions: amy@amyoscar.com