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A little About Alexis & Her Angels.
Fifteen years ago, I found myself pregnant and feeling very much alone. Coming from a staunchly Catholic family, I was terrified to tell anyone, for fear my parents may collapse and die at the prospect of having an unwed pregnant daughter; or even worse, an unwed, pregnant daughter who wasn't even seeing the father of the child any more. This was a disaster in my heart and mind. I'd rather have died than shame my family.
Very early on, I made the decision to tell no one. I knew I would have to at some point, but for the time being, I decided I would keep the secret until either someone looked at me and figured it out or I could remain silent no longer. I didn't even see a Doctor for fear of it getting back to my parents. My theory was that if no one on the planet other than me knew...I could at least rest assured my parent's would not find out before I could tell them.
Knowing that something was wrong but not knowing what, my mother handed me a Rosary one day. It had come as a present to her from my Aunt Clara, who had recently returned from Medjugorje, Yugoslavia (it was still Yugoslavia at that time). With the Rosary came a card that read, "Mary wants you not to be afraid and to pray, pray, pray". My mother explained to me that The Blessed Mother had been appearing to six children in the small village of Medjugorje . One of the children had held my Rosary during an apparition and The Blessed Mother, Herself, had Blessed it. She told me if I prayed the Rosary and talked to Mary, I would feel much better. I thanked her for the gift and for the card...
Then I did what any twenty four year old would have done in my place. I threw it in a drawer and slammed it shut. I was actually afraid of the Rosary, fearing it would glow in the dark or come out at night and fly around the room. Each time I passed that particular drawer, I would silently apologize to Mary for being afraid and continue about my business, yet, I felt that Rosary's presence in the drawer EVERY time I was in the room.
I began making it a habit of visiting the grotto at my church. I found peace there. I didn't have to pretend there. I used to kneel down in front of this beautiful statue of the Blessed Mother and beg her to forgive me for what I'd done. I'd ask Her to ask Jesus to forgive me and to help me. I begged and begged for help. Day in and day out, I begged and pleaded for help.
One day on my way out of the church a magazine caught my eye. It was there in the last row of pews. I don't know what made me stop, go into the pew and retrieve it but I did. It was one of those magazines about the size of the "National Inquirer" and Mary's picture was on the cover. Just under it the headline read something about MEDUGORJE. I tucked it under my arm and drove home.
Later that night I remembered the paper, so I got in bed and began to read. I read the story of how Mary first appeared to the six children and how these children had been through hellish scrutiny by the government of Yugoslavia. They'd endured countless medical tests and endless interviews and in the end, there could be no other explanation. They were in fact, being visited by the Blessed Mother. I read Mary's message to the world. It was simple enough. She was begging the world to return to making God the center of our lives and to return to prayer. She urged us to pray the Rosary and she promised if we did we would receive immeasurable graces. I read about the phenomena of the sun spinning in the sky there where she was and that people's rosary chains were turning to gold and that there were miracles occurring in record numbers and that the people who visited there were changed for the better forever. Mary promised also, that if she had to, she would visit every person on earth in order to get her message across.
I believed Her. The following day I went out and got my first book about Medjugorje. Later I stopped by church and lit my usual candle, only this time when I knelt down I was overcome by the aroma of fresh flowers. My immediate thought was that there must have been a wedding. I looked around, but there were no flowers in the church. The fragrance only got stronger and stronger, the longer I stayed. I remember I didn't really pray that day because of that aroma. It was roses. I smelled roses everywhere! I admit to being frightened once again, so I apologized to Mary, got up and made my way down the aisle....the scent remained in the grotto. WHAT was THAT?
That night, I opened my new book and read it cover to cover. I couldn't put it down. Right there in the middle there was a section about the roses. It said that Mary often allows people to smell the fragrance of roses as a sign of Her presence. I cried my eyes out. That night, I opened the drawer and began to carry the Rosary with me everywhere I went. I made Mary a silent promise that I would always confide in Her and that I would place my trust in she and Her son.
And that's what I did. This story is a very long one. Suffice it to say that the Blessed Mother walked with me every step of my pregnancy. When I became sad or depressed, She always had something to cheer me. At times it would be the roses, at other times I'd receive visits from precisely the people I'd longed to see. She began appearing to me in dreams and in the mornings I would awaken repeating words She had been teaching me. She was so real to me I didn't need to see Her and I told her this often. I continued my visits to the grotto and on some days, the face on the statue became animated. I could SEE Her looking at me with such love. Then I realized I'd been going to that church to visit Her for so very long and never once had I stopped to say hello to Jesus. So I began to visit Mary and then go and visit Jesus. The peace I felt being there is indescribable.
In the end, Mary even allowed me to pick the date of my child's birth. She had protected my secret until the very end. But more important than this, She introduced me to true faith and with that came nothing but miracle after miracle. She was present when my beautiful daughter came into the world and shortly thereafter, I noticed the chain on MY Rosary had turned to gold. Not long after this, She introduced me to the angels. After all, She IS Queen of the Angels.
~If you're interested, this is the first book I read & it's STILL the best!
What happens during an angel reading...how do you do it?
Through the years I've developed various methods of communicating with these very special beings but my favorite is simply to ask and then listen. I don't hear audible words from them like I would if I were having a conversation with a human. (Although once I was allowed to hear an audible voice but it was at a very desperate time in my life.) Usually, the words simply come into my heart and I repeat them. During online readings, they dictate and I type. At times I use various angel card decks as a method of centering myself and truthfully, it's an easy way for them to tell me how to begin.
During the readings you are most welcome to ask questions of the angels. In general, I will select the card I'm drawn to (or the one that flies out of the deck!) and I'll read you it's message. From there, I begin to receive other messages for you, which I will repeat. You will simply listen and answer yes or no. If you have a specific question of the angels, you may ask it. I cannot guarantee you will receive an absolute answer as they will not reveal something that may interrupt your learning process here on earth. They operate in accordance with God's will and if it is not His will for you to know something, it just doesn't happen.
There is no time limit to my angel readings. At times I've read for ten minutes and other times for over an hour. There is no way to tell until we begin for I have no way of knowing beforehand, what it is they wish to share or what it is you wish to share. I simply go until the angels tell me they have finished.
The Fee
I used to agonize over charging a fee to give someone a reading because I felt like gifts are not meant to be charged for. Over the years I have been shown that as long as I am giving the reading from my heart with sincere intention, a nominal fee is okay. I like to think I am charging for my time rather than for the reading. (ALSO, as soon as we get the chat room up and running, I will offer free mini readings once a week.)
So the fee is $45.00. You will find a link at the bottom of this page where you can use credit, debit or even an electronic check. Payment is due PRIOR to scheduling. I am very sorry but I simply do NOT do free readings any more. (There will be times when we have the chat room up and going, I will offer free mini reading nights.)
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