A Heavenly Cure for Writer’s Block

There’s no doubt in my mind that Angels are real — that they are here to help us, guide us, and bring messages of hope, truth, and enlightenment.

Encounter number one had to do with a book I was writing back in 1993. I had been struggling with writer’s block and it had plagued me for weeks to the degree that I began to question whether or not I could actually finish the book. I was horribly discouraged. On top of everything else, although it was a cold, rainy Sunday, the phone started ringing and soon my calendar for the whole day was filled with private clients wanting readings. It seemed everyone had an emergency.

By about 7pm things quieted down and I pondered whether or not to spend the rest of the night trying to reboot myself into what seemed a futile attempt at continuing the stonewalled manuscript. Then the phone rang again. It was an elderly woman I did not know with a beautiful and very heavy European accent. She said she was going to be in my neighborhood at about 8:30 and asked if I had the time, could she stop by and discuss some things with me. I said sure. 8:30 came and went and no elderly European lady arrived. I figured that frigid weather, 50 mile per hour wind, and horizontal rain made her change her mind.

Shortly after 10pm I was winding down for the night and there was a soft knock at the door. She apologized for the delay and I had her sit down in my reading room. To this day, she remains one of the most exquisite individuals I have ever met. She was unlike anyone I had ever known.

Her personal energy left me lightheaded and her sheer dignity left me in awe. She had skin like porcelain and was perfectly groomed. As I kept trying to tap into her energy, all I saw was a brilliant, unearthly, all-consuming type of light, so soft, so bright, that even today, I have no words to describe what it was like. It nearly brought me to my knees.

My cat, normally afraid of strangers, came running into the room, leaped into her lap and pressed her whole body hard against the woman. She then curled into a ball on her lap, all the while purring quite loudly — I would have never thought a cat could be so loud. Lovingly, this unique woman spoke softly to her and gently stroked her fur.

I continued trying to tap into her energy but saw only the breathtaking light. Finally, I apologized and explained that I was unable to read for her. Although I said nothing about what I was feeling, she almost seemed to know. I was stunned and embarrassed. Finally, out of absolute desperation I told her, “It would be wonderful to read your memoirs,” and she laughed replying, “Oh, they would be very interesting, indeed.”

Then she placed money for the reading I couldn’t complete on my antique trunk. Before I could even tell her I couldn’t accept the payment, she was somehow at the front door in my foyer to leave. Suddenly and without warning, she turned around and peered directly into my eyes while I stood motionless in my spot — it was as though she was penetrating and studying my very soul.

In a voice of such loving authority she said to me, “Oh, by the way, your book will be magnificent my dear,” then like the wind, she was out the door and gone. Speechless, I froze momentarily then ran to the window. Only seconds had passed but she was gone. No car had time to pull away or disappear down my long driveway. It was as though she had dematerialized … evaporated into the night. Then it occurred to me that when she arrived she was not wet from the torrential downpour nor was she wearing a rain coat or even carrying rain gear.

All day long clients came in dripping and propping umbrellas against my front porch. Everyone that is, but her. Stunned, I sank into a nearby chair. My eyes wandered to a book a friend had loaned me weeks earlier and kept forgetting to retrieve. My shaking hands dropped it and as I picked it up from the floor it opened to a page that had a paragraph which jumped out at me and read, “Blessed are those who enlist kindness to strangers, for they often entertain angels unawares…”

In a split second I realized that she had not come to me for a reading. That’s why I couldn’t read her. She had come to deliver a message. Even now these many years later I often see her twinkling eyes in my minds eye, as if she were saying “hello.” On December 1, 1999 I delivered my manuscript, “Manifesting Beauty.” After the angel encounter I immediately sat down at my computer and put her story in my manuscript. The writer’s block was gone and never returned.