Angels at Grand: Reminiscing about my life in Bulgaria

The Café Grand brings back a lot of memories.

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:

The Cafe Grand

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.

God bless and may you see angels,

Alvin Avery

 

 

 

Bulgaria: The place of my inspiration

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.

The Reservoir

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.

The church

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.

The Dolna Banya Mote's pool

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.

Bulgarian Folklore: Music from Eternity

This You Tube video, The Mystery of the Bulgarian Voices, is of higher quality. Have a look.

So, what did you think of those voices? I think they’re amazing. I hope you enjoyed my first blog post. Stay tuned for more!

God bless, and may you see angels,

Alvin Avery