What would happen if I told people I had proof that angels are real? How would my life have to change if I took this seriously?
Reflection 2: Sea of Miracles
Quick note: If you’re just arriving, we’re reading and reflecting on my book, Sea of Miracles: An Invitation into the Light. We’re currently on Chapter One—which you’ll find, along with all chapters and reflections of this series, in the index, here. You are warmly welcome to join us!
OMG! I am holding in my hands the proof that angels are real. And they are everywhere, touching the lives of everyone! This changes everything!
Reflection Two
As I am reading Chapter One, I find myself stopping to marvel at the way this book, written in 2009-2010, still feels fresh and resonant. Its message is timeless and completely relevant today.
As I read, I am also looking back at the woman who wrote it, the younger version of me. She had only recently discovered (or been discovered by) the angels. Everything was sparkling, luminescent. The whole world was shimmering with light.
Though I have never done LSD, the shift in perception I experienced sounds like what friends who have done the psychoactive drug describe: everything shining, an aura of light and color, shimmering around people and things.
As if one night I had closed my eyes and the next morning, awakened on a different planet.
That said, I was way, way over my head.
I could feel the attention of the magazine’s enormous audience turn in ‘my’ direction. I felt it in my body—a wave of activation, as if someone had flipped a switch to a current that had lain dormant until now. I felt this as a pulling in my body - which activated a sense of responsibility. To choose the right story. To make sure that guidance we offered was clear and . . . also, honest.
I began to sense a secondary tug - from the angels themselves. This could be said more gently, they suggested. That suggestion isn’t in alignment with our message, they’d press. I began to rework the guidance our angel expert was offering and, with her permission, it ran in the magazine.
At the same time, I was reading a dozen miracle stories a day. Every day, another bushel of mail was placed on my desk. Every letter contained a handwritten account from a real person—someone in the U.S. or Canada—who was waiting to hear from us (from me) whether their story would be published. I felt responsible to them, too.
On the weekend, unwinding with friends, I joked, “I mainline miracles for a living.” This is how it felt—as if a bright, iridescent substance was flowing through my veins. And frankly, I needed it. My parents were lingering in separate nursing care facilities. One losing all the function in his body, the other losing her connection to reality. “Talking about angels is the most grounded thing I do,” I laughed.
Remembering that time, I think now: Younger me was so responsible. So earnest. I can see why she was struggling - and how this was the perfect job for her.
Though much of my life was confusing and difficult, coming to my desk and reading these stories settled me—it gave me hope. The angels’ message gave me information. If I wanted help, all I had to do was ask.
So, I asked. Help arrived. A new aide for my mother. A better room at the nursing home for my dad. A friendship for me. A fabulous project for my husband’s architectural practice.
As the popularity of the column took hold, the bushels piled up. Letters sat unread—I read faster, exhausting myself. More letters arrived. Out of this… a kind of pressure built in me, and without realizing it, my strongest intuitive gift kicked in: I started noticing patterns.
These encounters were not random. They followed certain patterns—angels on highways, angels in hospitals, angels in dreams. There were categories: medical miracles, encounters with strangers, disembodied voices. Each story was unique, but the patterns revealed themselves.
As my file drawers filled with miracle stories, I began to see a broader pattern. One that explained something fundamental about our interactions with these messengers of light.
The ways of the angels were not fixed. The angels were adaptive—responding to us, shaping their communication based on what we were able to perceive, receive, and accept.
This co-creative partnership is not just the foundation of angelic encounters; it underlies our relationship with all of life. It was the first clue to something larger, something that would become the cornerstone of my teaching: Everything the angels offer is a response. A response to our requests, our longings.
Suddenly, so many things fell into place—like the old spiritual teaching: Ask, and it is given. It also clarified the essential caveat: free will prevents the angels from intervening without permission.
It’s a conversation! I realized. A back-and-forth between human and angel—a friendship, a partnership. The angels were not only guides and messengers; they were companions.
As I wrote in Chapter One of Sea of Miracles: Every story was preceded by a request for help, even if it was as simple as “God, help me!”
Because the whole field is interactive. Because the response team is benevolent.
Since writing this book, I’ve come to understand that it is not only the angels who interact with us responsively: it’s everything. The entire world is designed this way—as a living relationship, built into the very fabric of reality.
So now, fifteen years after my journey with the angel letters began, my understanding has deepened. What started as pattern recognition in angelic encounters has evolved into a recognition of the whole field of interactivity inside which we live.
And this changes everything.
Because it is only from this awareness that real change is possible.
We must be able to step outside of our conditioning—to perceive the reality we actually live in.
We are not two sides, arguing over who gets to rule the world. We are a multiplicity of stories, inside a field of shifting patterns.
And that field—the one we are moving through, shaping, and being shaped by—is a living Sea of Miracles.
And then, as if a spotlight had illuminated what had been there, hidden in plain sight all along,
I felt something move through me—recognition. The certainty that this was real.
This is real! And this is the evidence. OMG! I am holding in my hands the proof that angels are real. And they are everywhere, touching the lives of everyone!
This changes everything!
That was the moment everything shifted. I had been collecting stories. I had been witnessing. But this question invited me to step inside a different reality—one where the miraculous was not just something reported but something lived.
A question that was actually, a calling, began to bloom: How would my life have to change if I took this seriously? What would happen if I told people?
Looking back, it may seem a strange question—I was already ‘telling people’, wasn’t I? Sitting at a desk, five days a week, delivering the evidence in one of the top-selling women’s magazines in the world. Still, something was shifting in the WAY that I, as the editor, experienced the stories. I’d always sensed the authors were telling the truth—of course they were!
What was different was me.
Finally, in this review of Chapter One, we must talk about angel light - the vivid felt sense of inhaling miracles. As I said earlier, the more stories I read, the more I could physically feel the movement of light in my body.
It was as if my whole system was adjusting to a new frequency—not better, just brighter, faster. And in order to accommodate that, my body was responding by filtering out anything that might slow things down.
I could no longer metabolize sugar or alcohol. My evening glass of red wine, once a comfort, now left me drained for a day and a half. The impulsive binge-shopping which had soothed my frayed nerves just stopped. My sedentary behavior was replaced by a restless need to move—I wanted to walk in nature, to dance.
Looking back, I can see that this was the beginning of my embodiment journey, which continues to this day. I became fascinated by the ways that energy moves through the body—and how symptoms often signal something deeper, something trying to integrate.
More recently, since my stroke last June, I’ve been even more drawn to the relationship between this living light and the body’s systems. The body is an electromagnetic field, a resonant system that responds to shifts in frequency. My lived experience seems to confirm this, in ways that bridge the mystical and the tangible.
This chapter also touches on how spiritual experiences—angel encounters, synchronicities, miracles—are so often dismissed or ridiculed.
That led me to the work I do today - gathering sensitive, intuitve souls into circles of honoring and engagement. Spaces where our experiences can be named, shared, and integrated into a broader view of what’s real - and what’s possible.
I invite you to share your stories.
Even the smallest miracles are welcome here.
I invite you to enter the conversation with me. Ask questions. Share your own insights and wisdom from your own journey.
These are my experiences.
I’d be honored to hear yours.
xxoo
Amy
