“My youngest daughter used to have conversations with angels every night.
One night when she was just two and a half, she asked me to tell them not to have so many in her room because she was tired and wanted to sleep some more. I told her to ask the angels not to stay that night, and we did it together.
The next morning when I asked her how she slept, she told me that only “Michael” had stayed at the foot of her bed to help her sleep more peacefully.
I got chills….I never told her angel names – I always let her tell me.
From Wayne Dyer’s –Memories of Heaven
In the book – The Physics of God by Joseph Selbie
