An earlier book cover for Zion, the Holy City of God.
When I started seeing angels (my guardian angel and other angels) for the first time, I didn’t know it then, but my father would soon take the new family car and abandon our family in Bulgaria. I describe how these events transpired in my book, The Truth about Angels, Part I. God knew that this would happen, though, and prepared me. God prepared me by ‘giving’ me my two seminal books, Zion, the Holy City of God and Armageddon–the fate of the Lofty Nation and Beyond. I put the word ‘giving’ in quotation marks because it was almost as if it were automatic writing. My pen flowed effortlessly as the books came to me through divine inspiration. I was guided as to which page of the Bible to turn to for a particular chapter.
After Zion and Armageddon, I was instructed by my guardian angel and given lesson after lesson that became Lessons from my Guardian Angel. This book came about by my witnessing and methodically and meticulously documenting angelic appearances (with my guardian angel and other angels) most of which took place in Kostenets, Bulgaria. This book is a primer in angelic behavior. More books followed.
When I thought that I knew everything a person could know about angels, I was introduced to the Anunnaki. I should say, the Anunnaki introduced themselves to me, again, in Bulgaria. My dialogues with the Anunnaki resulted in two books, Communications from the Anunnaki I—Telepathic Messages from the Gods and The Gods Speak—Telepathic Messages from the Anunnaki. The way that beings who reside in higher dimensions communicate is cyclical. This means that information is repeated. I don’t know why this is so, but theorize that it happens in order to reinforce ideas, so that we absorb them. In the same way, perhaps, that songs have refrains.
Today, I live in Toronto, Ontario. My guardian angel continues to manifest for me both briefly and in prolonged appearances, although I am deliberately not documenting these manifestations.
Since I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that my guardian angel is with me always, whether they appear to me in manifest form or not is not important. Although I enjoy it very much when this happens, I always remember that angels manifest when they want to, not when I want them to.
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.
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.