A repost from 3-28-2012 Life has many mysteries, and I am wired with an inquisitive nature that does not turn its back on adventure. But on this day, I did not expect to feed my curiosity. I planned to head to a bookstore with my dear friend Betty, and break bread at a favorite Italian restaurant. We met and bonded in a personal empowerment class, both on a spiritual quest packing an eccentric sense of humor for our journey. Yes, laughter was one of our daily health requirements, and we shared the benefits with those who crossed our paths. In our area, there is a town called Cassadaga. It is 116 years old, and the home to many Spiritualist. For decades, it has intrigued many who have a desire to know more about the world beyond the physical. This day, our intention was to add a book to a series called “The I Am Discourses.” We knew one of the bookstores in Cassadaga carried all the volumes, and we “thought” we would be in and out quickly. As Betty loaded me into the van for our drive over, our spirits had already kicked into high gear. We were ready to play! So with light hearts, we ventured to our destination. As we pulled into this quaint and unique town, we noticed the streets were a bit quieter than usual for a weekend, and we were able to park close to the store we needed. Still fired up for fun, we politely toned down our giggles before entering the store. We were aware that a couple of rooms were designated for readings by local mediums and psychics, and we did not want our laughter to disturb them. Upon entering, the atmosphere invited us to it’s calming space, as crystals casted dancing rainbows on the walls, and a very serene flute music filled the air. There were gifts, cassettes. and a wide selection of books on different topics pertaining to the metaphysical/spiritual realm. Although I knew the book I wanted, we still perused the vast number of books ~ in case one was “calling” for a new home. While scanning the titles, an older gentleman with enchanting blue eyes tapped me on my shoulder. He was dressed in a gray tweed sports jacket, and a pair of neatly pressed blue jeans. His shirt, a light blue, added more depth to his striking eyes, and complimented his shiny silver hair. I could not help but stare at him, and I knew Betty was held captive by his peaceful energy and distinguished countenance. He seemed to have had this reaction before, as he allowed us to savor his energy before he spoke. Only a few moments went by, but for me it seemed like time stood still before he asked, “Are you familiar with the “I Am Discourses?” His voice just added to the “mystical charm” of this gentle being. As for his question, I beamed, knowing we both were looking for the same series. At the time, this collection of books opened me to new understandings, and the prayers amongst the pages soothed my soul. We told him we had come to purchase volume ten, and showed him where he could find the discourses. A conversation about the contents, which included the powerful prayers, ensued. In the presence of this saintly man, I felt we were gathered at the corner of Tranquility and Bliss. All of it seemed so surreal, and the easiness of the exchange was comforting. As we shared our thoughts, he asked if we would be open to pray with him. We did not have to give much thought to the question as we both piped up “YES!” With that, we held hands and he began softly speaking the words of my favorite prayer from the nine volumes I already had. How did he know? In the midst of the prayer his hands channeled a chaste energy, and I surrendered to the spirit of the moment. Each word carried with it an enigmatic vibration, and gratitude flooded my heart. When he started “that” prayer, one prayer among so many, I knew this exchange was not by chance. God’s hand orchestrated the splendor of this moment. After we came back from the ethereal journey, James, our new friend, gave us his phone number, and we agreed to make contact again. Betty and I purchased the book, and left the store waving good-bye to James. Once outside we lingered at the foot of the stairs chattering like chipmunks. We were in awe of our experience, and the sacred feel it had. We waited outside, having one more question for James, but he did not come out. Betty decided to go back in and talk with him, but to her surprise he was nowhere to be found. Finally, the store owner came out locking the door behind her. We asked if anyone was left inside, or if there was a back door. She kindly told us we were the last to leave. With a startled look I asked about the elderly gentleman. She seemed confused, and let us know that we were the only two in the shop. Again, we asked if she was sure, and her answer was the same. We both looked into his eyes; we both held his gentle hands; we both heard his mysterious voice. What just happened? We had his number; we would call. We discussed it over and over, and we could only come up with one conclusion. The kind man, we knew as James, the man who took us on an inner sacred journey, had to be an angel. We thought it that day, but saying it out loud that evening sent chills through our bodies. For weeks I called the number, and for weeks it rang ~ never an answer. Our experience on the corner of Tranquility and Bliss had us soaring, because we had no doubts. We knew angels walked amongst us, and on this day, we befriended one of God’s messengers; we were touched by an angel.