Divine Intervention by Kim Vazquez Excerpted from her book Living in the Rear View Mirror I faxed desperate messages to my doctor. PLEASE, PLEASE help me, I screamed through the fax machine. I sent him lists of the different methods I had used to try and heal myself. I’d gone holistic. I tried wheatgrass. I had changed my diet and begun juicing. I’d even tried detoxing to the extent that I’d given myself quite a few “healing crises.” These occur when you flush too many toxins out of your system at once and end up with symptoms that feel like the flu. I also read every book I could get my hands on that might help. Books on candida, whole foods, and metaphysical topics began to fill my shelves. It was in the spiritual books that I found the life-changing concept: Headaches are blocked emotional pain. The books I read told me I could heal myself through my mind. These concepts stayed with me, nestling into my mind and planting seeds of possibility. Still, despite all the holistic approaches, I was dependent on my doctor. I kept my hand open, accepting narcotics while continually begging him to find a miracle solution. He finally reached his breaking point. “Kim, I’m at a loss,” he said one dark day. “There’s nothing else I can do for you.” When my doctor wrote me off, I looked in my metaphysical books again. Meditation was a popular suggestion, so I committed myself to a weekly meditation group. Because Tina, my trusted counselor, held the classes, my meditations were very deep. I floated out of my pain-filled body and went on amazing journeys, traveling to places of vibrant color filled with angels and guides who shared their spiritual messages with me. It was during these meditations that I grew closer with my angels and developed trust in them. The first time I called in my angels, I instantly recognized the male energy as my guardian angel, Fred, who’d been with me all my life. Although I couldn’t always see his face, I recognized him by the way his energy felt. There was a second angel who answered my call, too, a female energy I named Arianna. She reminded me of Cate Blanchett’s character, Galadriel, in The Lord of the Rings. She wore a white flowing dress with a golden rope as a belt, and her long hair softly framed her face. She sometimes appeared wearing a wreath made of tiny flowers like baby’s breath. Her presence felt loving and gentle to me, and her good will was infused into me. My own feelings vanished and I became a vessel available to feel the warmth she placed inside me. The love of my angels made my heart swell. They traveled with me on my vivid journeys, ensuring that the messages I received were always for my highest good. Together we went to beautiful, white crystal palaces where I’d float and vibrate and blend into the colorful crystal prisms produced by the sun on the palace. I absorbed yellow, pink, green, light blue, and violet crystal energy. As it danced throughout my body I felt like my body was floating out of my chair. During the sessions when I met with council members to ask for direction in my life, Arianna and Fred stood silently by in support. The council was a group of more advanced energies who were available to guide me. They met with me at a white table with light blue mist flowing behind them. Their manner was more businesslike than that of my angels, yet it wasn’t cold or impersonal. They were there to answer questions, not to give me the warm fuzzies. The angels were there the night I met the five-year-old me. She was walking toward me in a green meadow, her face sullen, as if she were unaware of the glorious backdrop that was filled with wildflowers and every shade of green. These surroundings were in major contrast to the sorrow I felt in this child. She didn’t speak to me, but I felt as though she could read my thoughts. So I mentally told her, I want to help you. The angels were also present when I met the teenage me, the rebel with the long ratted hair, who was wearing her Levi jacket with the cut off sleeves and her Rod Stewart pin on the pocket. My teenage self and I stood alone in the hallway of our high school. I could see the quad in the background. She stood in front of me, her arms crossed over her chest, defiance filling her face, challenging me, as if to say, “Do you really think you can help me now?” Although she was hostile, I knew that hostility covered her pain. I will help you, I promised. I may not know how yet, but I will figure it out. That same night I also met the old woman in me who communicated through visuals. She showed me a piece of chewing gum stuck on a wall. It stretched out, then snapped back to the wall. This was an image of my relationship with my mother. I kept working on improving our relationship, only to keep snapping back and returning to the old sticky patterns because I was unwilling to find out what would happen if I actually let go. This old woman said that unless I completely let go, things would remain the same. She also promised that once I surrendered, I’d wish I’d done it sooner. The colors of the scenery in my meditations went beyond anything we have on earth. I walked through meadows of brilliant flowers, both exotic and domestic, growing together with no plan other than to produce beauty. The sun shone on me as I walked the meadows, radiating from the sky down into my soul. Little cobblestone pathways guided me to the sacred meeting spots where I was able to seek guidance. I traveled to pristine lakes where the clouds made glorious formations in the sky and the mountains in the background were dusted with snow. I was entranced by the majestic dignity of the trees that filled the landscape. The air was crisp and fresh, yet I was never cold. Deceased family members began to show up in my meditations, and I listened to them as they spoke. I felt such disappointment when I was called back to the room and reality. No! Just a minute longer, please. I want to stay here with Dominic’s father. Over a period of time, I watched my husband’s father age backward from the older man he was when he passed with cancer to a young man who winked at me as if to say, “Now, don’t I look good?” When the meditations ended, I didn’t want to return to the “real” world. The physical pain of my earthly body waited for my etheric self to come back in and resume its emotional struggle. It was in my regular Tuesday night meditation class that I began to receive the recurring message that something very big was about to happen. My angels visited me, imprinting my heart with their excitement about this event that lay shortly in my future. Symbolic visuals were brought to me. I found myself standing on the edge of a canyon looking down at the expanse below. The view took my breath away. I knew I was on the verge of something huge. I was viewing the land of possibility. Feelings of joy and support filled me. Believing wholeheartedly that life was about to change, I asked the angels what the theme of the upcoming event would be. The same answer kept coming back: Health. What is that about? I wondered. Was I going to change careers? Was I going to win the lottery? Leave it to me to think the big change might have to do with money. The way I saw it, my need for money was the problem. If I won the lottery, I could rest. Then my good health would return. The reason I was working so hard now was so I could quit as soon as the rentals made enough money. As the angels kept affirming that what was coming was big and would change me completely, I couldn’t help but wonder what it could possibly be. Little did I know that I was about to heal my whole life. Kim Vazquez is a former business owner who found her true calling in helping others tune into their spiritual guidance. Although it took thirty-four years from her first angel sighting for her to embrace her spiritual gifts, she now derives the greatest joy from using these abilities to improve the quality of others lives. She conducts Angel Readings through her practice, works as a spiritual life-coach, and offers workshops and seminars in Placer County, California where she lives with her husband. To purchase her powerful story, Living in the Rear View Mirror: From Substance Abuse to A Life of Substance, please see this page. For more information, please visit author website at kimvazquez.com RETURN TO OMPLACE HOME