One could say that this portfolio is a record of my travels to the "Promised Land," much like John Audubon's books are a record of his travels into the lives of birds. My first experience with angels was in 1990-1991 and I'll never forget it:
I remember deciding to snack on a bit of cheese and crackers one night while listening to the "smooth" jazz playing on the radio. After finishing the snack, I laid belly down - head resting on raised arms - and stared straight ahead at the bare wall in front of me. For the jazz on the radio switched to what could be called "space age" or "new age" music and had already put me into one of those involuntary trances. I lost track of time, place, who I was, and I didn't care. The music playing on the radio was so unique and beautiful - it was nothing like I had ever heard! And then I was there!
I had no sensation of leaving my body and I wasn't able to track the thoughts that might have led me to this place. But all of a sudden, I was seeing people with wings! And they were flying, walking, sitting... above the clouds. I couldn't believe my eyes! They looked just glorious. Perfect. Content. But... nude? I must have pondered the nudity for a millisecond until it just wasn't important and apparently became perfectly natural to me. And then I became concerned. It was as if my logical mind reminded me that the only way I could possibly see nude people flying above clouds was if these things were angels and I was... d e a d. Talk about your wake up call! "I didn't want to die! What did I do to die?!?" I believe it was this small amount of panic that alerted one particular male angel to my presence which before hand went undetected. This angel was not (and I repeat) not friendly at all! In fact, he was rather rude and blankly told me through telepathy, "You don't belong here. Get out." Yikes! I felt like a kid in a candy store caught trying to leave without paying for the candy. This feeling of embarrassment is what I think snapp
