ANGELS: Healing Powers by Sylvia Browne

Healing Powers by Sylvia Browne

From Sylvia Browne’s Book of Angels

The vibrations and tonal qualities of the Cherubim and Seraphim’s music are more than just beautiful and inspiring; they can also be used for healing.  Although these joyous singers rarely leave the Hall of Voices on the Other Side, it’s only because they’re not called upon like the other more active phyla.  However, Francine says that if we call them, they will come, and she has often witnessed the healing effects of their music.

Angels automatically know which vibrational level a person needs for healing, and the “Heavenly choir” wings in that vibration zone and can help immensely with the healing process.  The vibration and tones of their music seem to have a healing effect on the electrical makeup of the human body.  Francine also notes that when Cherubim and Seraphim sing in the course of the healing process, they spiral up into the air to the point of looking like dots.  This fascinating spiraling effect emulates our own DNA, with the music permeating each and every one of our cells.

Cherie from Washington writes:

About 20 years ago, I experienced something that I’ll never, ever forget.  I was around 19 or 20 years old, and I remember being very depressed, hopelessly depressed – not over a boyfriend or anything like that, just this deep depression I’d experienced before, even as a baby.  It was around 10:15 PM or so when I was lying in my bedroom and heard this sound.  The best way I can explain it is like chanting, but not a song, and I remember the music.  It’s something I’d never heard before.  It was so eerie, to be honest, that it scared me to death.  My dad was crippled, and he slept very lightly, if at all, at night, so I was anticipating him getting up to investigate; which, I might add, he’d done before on numerous occasions when there was something out of the ordinary.  This night he didn’t, so I just laid there, and it went on for a good 20 minutes, or so it seemed.

The next morning, we were eating breakfast and I asked him what that sound was last night.  He had no idea what I was talking about, and he claimed he was awake.  So I investigated it (mind you, during daylight hours).  I tromped around in the woods for a while (I just knew it was devil worshipers or a cult thing), and I remember thinking, “How brazen of them, so close to our house in the country.  Couldn’t they find other places to go?”  But as I looked around, no fire pits for their sacrifices, no nothing… just woods and brush.  That sound was right outside my bedroom window, as if they were camped right there!

So I talked myself into dismissing it, although I couldn’t get it out of my head.  The next night rolled around.  I was reading, still under this never-ending gloomy cloud, and I started to hear this chanting, for lack of a better word.  I looked at the clock, and it was at the exact same time as the night before.  I was so scared that I got mad, turned out my lamp, and opened the shutters to my bedroom window, thinking I would catch them… but nothing – no fire, no light of any kind.  I opened the window, and this sound wasn’t outside either, it was all around me!  I climbed back into bed and started to listen, and the most peaceful feeling came over me.  I was in tears.  There are no words to describe the sound I was hearing – music, but with musical instruments I had never heard before and knew didn’t exist here on Earth.  So I just tried to absorb all of it.  It was absolutely beautiful, and then it quit.  I again looked at the clock, and it ended at exactly the same time as the previous night.

Night number three, I waited, praying to God for it to come, and it did, same time, same place.  This time I just totally savored every second of every minute.  The most beautiful voices I’d ever heard – not even Charlotte Church could hold a candle to this – no one here could.  Sadly, the story ends here.  No number four.  What was it?  Were they angels singing to me?  I’ve never heard them again and have been in that deep despair many times since.

Cherie’s letter is definitely a story of the Heavenly choir of the Cherubim and Seraphim singing.  Their music is like no other, and to hear their sound is indeed a once-in-a-lifetime experience.  Although most angelic healing is done by Archangels (with their batons) and Powers (with their wings), there have been instances when the Cherubim and Seraphim helped them by using vibratory singing.  This is especially true in terminal illness cases.

To call upon the Cherubim and Seraphim for help in our own lives, we can use the following meditation.

Meditation for Healing and Rejuvenation

Put yourself in a relaxed position, either sitting or lying down.  Close your eyes.  Relax your feet, your ankles, your calves, your knees, your thighs, and your buttocks area.  Relax your body up through your trunk, arms, fingers, neck, and head.

Surround yourself with a multicolored light, reflecting iridescent white, green, blue, and coral.  Make these colors swirl around you.  Now take yourself to a beautiful Romanesque building, cathedral-like in its appearance and filled with high marble pillars and shimmering lighted candles that dance and sparkle everywhere.  At first you may feel very small, but as you proceed down the aisle of this beautiful place, you feel your strength of body, mind, and soul becoming stronger.  Right before you reach what looks like a tiered altar, you see these beautiful angels.  Their wings are glowing, their faces shine, and they are all looking at you with love, compassion, and understanding.

As you stand there filled with boundless love, you begin to hear music.  It is not only outside of you, but resonating on the inside.  It is as if every cell is filled with glorious sound.  The music is not loud but pulsating, healing, and orgasmic.  You feel so full of the love of God and this Heavenly choir.  Stand there for as long as you want, and let this blessed sound fill your soul.  Then slowly back out, carrying with you the song of the angels.

Go to your cathedral as many times as you wish.  Each time you’ll feel more healed and more rejuvenated.


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