The past several days have been quite interesting. This is because I saw my guardian angel in nine different forms and other angels, too.
I saw Ochre, with Everlast who had amassed his now longer hair into a bun atop his head. Very cool. I saw my angel as Sun Medallion without jewellry and with friends. I saw my guardian as three, new forms. I saw Mr. Tics walking down the sidewalk near the bank and Vladika and his wife on more than one occasion. I saw my angel as I’d seen them in ‘Out with a friend’ only this time with a different friend, a brunette, in Ichtiman (a town west of Kostenets and Dolna Banya).
The fact that I mention nine forms is absurd, however, since the number of forms I’ve seen my guardian angel appear in over the years is virtually countless and definitely mind-boggling.
My guardian angel ‘rules’ the show. My angel is ‘boss’ when it comes to manifesting in Kostenets and surrounding areas. My angel appears to be a leader of angels. The degree of my angel’s rank and authority never ceases to amaze me.
God bless and may you see angels,
This image best shows how Everlast looked with his man bun.
Am doing some traveling in Bulgaria now. The featured image of this blog post is a map to help you see exactly where I am. (Close to the black arrow.) I like maps because they are precise.
Remember, Kostenets is the name of the town where I saw angels for the first time. The town is named Kostenets from the Bulgarian word ‘kost’ which means bone. Past polemics resulted in the discovery of a plethora of bones here, remnants of fierce battles of the past. It is indeed ironic that it is in this ‘town of bones’ that God chose to send a tremendous amount of angels. There’s a nearby valley which I personally refer to as the Valley of Angels.
Although Bulgaria is currently known for its Valley of Roses, one day, it will be known for its Valley of Angels.
Today, I went to Grand. The Cafe Grand. It’s been a while since I’ve been there. They’ve done some renovations and it was quite pleasant. Even more pleasant was when I saw Everlast walk up the cafe’s ramp. I describe this human angel in my book, Inside the Secret World of Angels. Today, he wore a blue T-shirt, long, blue shorts, sandals and black sunglasses. It was funny seeing him again because he let his hair grow. It’s now shoulder length and curly!
At 1:03 p.m., I saw Tania, Nikolai’s wife. She came over and talked to me and Mom. She wore an off-white pant suit and semi-transparent, beige glasses with photochromic lenses. The sun was shining which means that I only partially saw her eyes. She was on her lunch break. I also describe her in my book.
Whether you believe me or not is up to you. The truth about the matter is that I thoroughly document what I see and that my books and e-books literally represent thousands of pages and tens of thousands of words with excruciating detail about how angels look, manifest or, appear and integrate into our human society.
Oh, I almost forgot to mention that I saw Tse Tse’s girlfriend, too. Not at Grand, though. Somewhere else that I’ll keep secret. She put on some weight since the last time I saw her and now has an elaborate tattoo that runs up and down her right arm. We joked around about the Motel in Dolna Banya (a small town not far from Kostenet on the map, too, south of the black arrow); namely that the pool is due for a cleaning. She mentioned that the gazebo will open in a few days.
Do you feel a sense of emptiness in your life? You may be gainfully employed and even have family, yet you feel as if there’s something missing.
If that’s the case, it means that you have a spiritual void. It means that although you are materially satisfied, your soul needs something more.
Here are the 7 steps to spiritual completion:
Step# 1: Gravitate toward people who attract you. There’s no point in forcing yourself to be around those who drag you down.
Step#2: Follow your bliss. These words of wisdom were uttered by the late Joseph Campbell. They mean pursuing your calling.
Step #3: Ignore advice from well-meaning people who are clueless about your needs and your life. Remember, we’re talking about your life, not theirs.
Step #4: Do not make radical changes unless they are carefully thought out and you have a backup plan.
Step #5: Be satisfied with what you have. If you’re satisfied and express gratitude for what’s in your life, more will be added unto you.
Step #6: Treat others with respect, even if you don’t agree with their philosophy or lifestyle.
Step #7: Go for the gold. This means going after those things that generate loving, glowing feelings inside the depths of your soul.
Although taking the above steps sounds easy, it is not. There will be times along the path when you will wonder whether it was worth it. There will be times when you’ll question the veracity of the 7 steps and what they mean to you.
Although questioning is normal, over time, as you work on attracting to your life those people and things that make you feel complete, acceptance will replace questioning. A sense of peace will come over you. A sense of quiet understanding that you are right where you should be, surrounded by those you should be surrounded by, doing exactly what you were always meant to do.
A friend of mine recently asked me to autograph one of my books for her.
Autographing my book felt good
It felt really good for two reasons: one, as I held the book in my hands—it happened to be Zion, the Holy City of God—I felt, for the first time perhaps, that I was an author; and two, the pen she handed me worked very well. I’ve always struggled with finding really good pens which, in part, is what made autographing the book so pleasurable.
I don’t blog on a schedule
Someone on LinkedIn said that when we blog, we should blog Evergreen stuff. It wasn’t all that clear what he meant by that—something to do with perennial content like notes from your author scrapbook that include snippets from the research you did prior to writing your book. He also suggested blogging on a schedule (e.g., twice a week). Well, first of all, I don’t have a scrapbook. I do, however, have notebooks with handwritten text and original drawings. Second, I don’t blog on a schedule; I blog when inspired.
In the beginning, I deluded myself into thinking that my notebooks were really important and that I should keep them in a secure place. I thought that, in the future, they would be very valuable once I became a famous author. Later, however, I realized, ‘It’s not time.’
Just for fun, I decided to scan a page from an upcoming book. It isn’t TGS (the book that follows Communications from the Anunnaki I). It’s a book which is well on its way but that, due to other tasks, I haven’t been able to dedicate enough time to. So, in many ways, this blog post offers a sneak preview into a forthcoming book whose title starts with the letter ‘A.’
Here it is:
As you can see, I’m not the world’s best illustrator. And my penmanship leaves much to be desired. I do try, however, to capture whatever it is I happen to be looking at.
The chapter from which this illustration comes will be entitled ‘The Smiling Angel of Death.’
I was in Kostenets, Bulgaria at Grand when I experienced this particular manifestation. What you see depicted is my black and white reproduction of a colorful design I saw on a little angel boy’s black T-shirt.
As hard as this may sound, I interpreted his print as a festive interpretation of death.
Although I started writing novels in 2001 to heal from a broken marriage, it wasn’t until 2008 that I hit upon my passion: writing books about angels.
Before that, I was writing decent novels that anyone would enjoy. I worked hard at it and had even started a historical novel called Blair’s Rush that I abandoned midstream after my ‘eureka moment.’
In retrospect, I can tell you without hesitation that I didn’t get published because I was trying too hard and hadn’t yet discovered my passion.
Like a bolt of lightning
My inspiration—the peak experience that led me onto the adventure of a lifetime, writing books about angels—came like a bolt of lightning out of the blue. It wasn’t anything that I ever expected or dreamed would happen; and it certainly wasn’t anything that came from within me.
I remember being at Katarino Spa—a resort in Razlog, Bulgaria—when it happened.
Everything was happening perfectly in my life. I was enjoying a winter holiday when, out of the blue, bam!, I had a mystical experience that would forever change my life.
It was, in my opinion, a mere coincidence that I was at Katarino Spa when I had the mystical experience. I could, in fact, have been anywhere, but it just so happened that I was there.
I remember lying in bed, looking at the soft light of the moon as it filtered through the window’s delicate curtain, when I had what can only be described as a paranormal experience. I ‘saw,’ ‘felt,’ and communicated telepathically with my guardian angel.
Before this event, I never thought much about angels. Although I’d studied at divinity school and had a theoretical understanding about angels, I never considered them let alone thinking that I might have one, specific, guardian angel.
This is why I say that the experience came out of ‘nowhere.’
Analyzing the peak experience
Once the vacation ended, I kept remembering the experience. I kept thinking about what I’d felt and what I’d learned from the mystical experience.
I began focusing on my guardian angel and ‘inquiring’ of them using my mind.
When I got back home, I couldn’t stop thinking about my guardian angel and even went ‘angel hunting,’ a no-no in the realm of angelic experiences. That’s because angels seek out people, not the other way around. Of course, I didn’t know that then, and made that mistake.
It will happen when you least expect it
The peak event, my eureka moment, was the starting point of a journey that would lead me to write books about angels.
It helped me understand that I didn’t need to struggle to write books; that books, rather, would be delivered to me on a platter. When I say this, bear in mind that I still had to take pen and paper or type on a keyboard in order to document the story. But I stopped struggling altogether.
One of my all-time favorite angelic experiences happened at the Motel of Dolna Banya’s pool. You can see an image of the pool here.
I remember having waited for hours at poolside thinking that it wasn’t going to happen. It was then that my guardian angel appeared in the form of Mary, the British grandmother with her ‘family.’
The moment she arrived, I happened to be closing my pool umbrella. It was late afternoon, the sun was setting, and I wanted to catch the last rays.
Since I’d already seen my guardian in this form, I was a wee bit embarrassed not to be in a state of complete and total readiness when the moment finally arrived. I was hunched over, struggling with the umbrella’s mechanism when I heard someone greet me, looked up, saw her, and smiled sheepishly.
Be that as it may, the manifestation was stunning. I was enthralled by how everyone moved; how they so casually and lovingly interacted with each other (especially the grandfather and Jessica); and how I was included. Now, I don’t remember if it happened in this manifestation or another (see the details in my book), but the ‘family’ filmed each other with a video camera and included me, something that makes you want to say ‘Wow!’
Mary’s question regarding my angel books was, and I’m probably paraphrasing, ‘What is the source of your inspiration?’
My brain’s neurons must have been performing, multiple, high-speed, Irish jigs then since I was standing in front of the source of my inspiration in manifest form. I was literally looking into the eyes of eternity disguised as a grandmother from Britain.
Since I couldn’t very well say, ‘You’re the source of my inspiration,’ I said something about being divinely inspired. You can read my exact words in the book.
Progress over time
As time went by, the anxiety I would feel while in the presence of manifest angels would subside. It never went away fully, though, and, to this day, whenever I’m in their presence, I remain fully conscious of the magnitude of what I’m experiencing.
A privilege and not a right
Seeing and recognizing angels in human form is a privilege and not a right. That’s because what you’re seeing is, indeed, a miracle of God. It is God walking among men and women in the form of his representatives, the angels.
I just finished preparing a promotional review for my e-book, Pocket Prophecies. If all goes well, it should be available on askDavid.com soon. I’m determined to have this e-book become available in print form, too. In the meantime, I’m counting on your patience.
As I wrote what I thought was a fairly good description of the book, I reminisced about the place where I was inspired to write it, a hotel restaurant complex in Bulgaria called “Ezeroto.” It’s close to the town where I was inspired to write my angel books and I thought you might like to see a few images of the place.
Image credit: Mariana Stefanova.
One of the owners, an artist and photographer, is clearly passionate about constantly improving the complex. He remodeled what used to be the open-air restaurant (behind the umbrellas, left) playing the role of construction worker in order to supervise the renovation personally. Lately, two outdoor pools were added. Here’s what one of them looks like:
The structure in the back has changing cabins. What I like about “Ezeroto”–in addition to its traditional, Bulgarian menu and refined cuisine–is the fact that it contains an animal sanctuary. There are pheasants, deer, and rabbits. The owner was able to procure the most unusual ducks that live in the man-made lake. They are multi-colored. Look at these digital images I took of one of the ducks.
Have you ever seen such a fascinating duck? It was a first for me!
The way I got the ducks to approach me was to…, you guessed it, throw bits of bread into the lake. They came, but didn’t stay long which made photographing them difficult. It would seem that they are as elusive as they are beautiful.
Next to “Ezeroto” is “Vodopad” which means “Waterfall” in Bulgarian. Here’s what it looks like:
Image credit: The Official website of Pchelin village.
I cannot say in words just how peaceful standing next to this waterfall was for me. All of my worries would slip into the pristine, cascading water leaving me feeling refreshed.
There’s a path that leads up from “Ezeroto” to “Gurgulitsa,” a refuge where hikers can spend the night and order a bowl of soup or hot cider, for example. “Gurgulitsa” is beautiful year-round, but hard to reach in winter when there is an accumulation of snow.
This is a picture of the view from the refuge’s balcony. You can see how thick and green the adjoining forest’s foliage is.
I visited “Gurgulitsa” many times and sat on this very balcony enjoying the view.
I hope you enjoyed this post. Thanks for stopping by.
It’s located in the town where I first started seeing angels. I mention the name of the town in the preface of my book, The Truth about Angels, Part I.
The Café Grand, which I affectionately call Grand in my book (natives call it ‘Granda’), as well as whenever I refer to the establishment, offers a wide assortment of coffees. They also serve ice cream, sandwiches, chips, and alcoholic beverages. In Bulgaria, it’s legal to serve alcohol in coffee shops.
What’s special to me about this café, however, isn’t the selection, but the fact that, over the course of several years, I witnessed a multitude of angelic manifestations there. This is what Grand looks like:
Do you see its name in red above the umbrellas? They say that you can learn much from observation. This is true.
In the beginning, I would always make sure to have pen and paper ready to take notes (and sometimes draw pictures) about what I was seeing. Over time, though, I learned how to memorize what I saw. I did this in order to be more discrete about what I was doing. The waitresses knew that I was a writer and would smile when they’d see me scribbling on pieces of paper or napkins. I didn’t mind, though, because I was secretly documenting a prolonged phenomenon that would end up being The Truth about Angels, Parts I & II.
Grand at night
On warm, summer evenings, when the sun starts to set, the Café Grand turns on its lawn lights. You can see one of them in the image just above. These are very simple, elegant lights that are interspersed in front of and border the café’s perfectly tended lawn. The lights lend a romantic ‘aura’ to Grand and offer a much different ambiance than ‘Grand by day.’
I’ve had many wonderful and inspiring conversations with my guardian angel at Grand. I talk about these conversations and what came out of them in my book. In fact, I don’t just relate them, I give readers a detailed account of how the conversations unfolded, the context in which they transpired, and how they profoundly helped me.
Accepting supernatural phenomena
You cannot witness angelic manifestations and remain the same. Being exposed to and participating in prolonged, supernatural phenomena will change the way you understand the world. It will amaze, infuse, energize, enthuse and inspire you like never before.
I hope you enjoyed my second blog post. Stay tuned for more.
Those of you who read The Truth about Angels, Part I may be interested to see a few photographs of the place where I was inspired to write this book. I mention the name of the town in the preface of my book. It’s a small, Bulgarian town, not too far from Sofia, the nation’s capital city. There’s nothing special about this town, except for the fact that it was there that I had my first experiences with angels. Here’s what the local reservoir looks like. You can see the Rila Mountain Range in the background with its snow-capped peaks.
Sometimes, after a good rainfall, the greenery that ‘clothes’ the mountain becomes so lush, the air so pure and clean, that you can see for miles. Once, I thought that what I saw reminded me of the television series, Land of the Lost. It was almost as if, once you came to this place, you could never leave. There’s something about Bulgaria that pulls you in, draws you in and holds you firmly. Here’s a picture of the town’s church. Do you see the stork’s nest on top of the larger dome? In Bulgaria, storks are said to bring good luck.
I saw angels in this church. But angels aren’t restricted to church. I saw them in different parts of this town, too. One of my most cherished memories is meeting my guardian angel at the Motel of Dolna Banya. I talk about him in the book. Here’s what the Motel’s pool looks like on a hot, summer day. Mostly full, with people of all ages soaking in the rays, some having a refreshing dip. Personally, it’s one of my all-time favorite swimming pools, probably on account of the memories.
If you look closely, you may see Mom. The events I describe in the book are true. They really happened.
When I was writing this book, I listened to Bulgarian music. Here’s a YouTube video that will give you an idea about what it sounds like. There are a few English mistakes in the presentation which you’ll overlook, I’m sure.
When you watch the clip, it will give you a glimpse of Bulgarian music, history and culture. Images of well-known Bulgarians, common folk, and the city of Plovdiv, once known as Philipoppolis, are just a few examples. The dancers at the start of the video are actually walking barefoot on burning hot embers. They do so without feeling any pain whatsoever.