Angels See Through Eagles' Eyes: The Joyful Journey of an Earth Angel

By Jane Ellis Conrad

“When faith replaces doubt, delightful ballets of synchronicity start happening, says Jane Ellis Conrad in her inspirational book, “Angels See Through Eagles’ Eyes – The Joyful Journey of an Earth Angel.”

Written with warmth and humor, peppered with poetry, illustrations, and personal commentary, Ellis Conrad tells the tale of her brush with death, encounters with God, and her emergence as a Master Earth Angel experiencing love and healing on a much higher level.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: May 5, 2007
• ISBN: 9780970480545

Book preview

eyes.

Missions

My goal is not to teach or preach

But just to be me.

Then others will see life

Through the eyes of a child

And the wonderment

That lies within.

Jane Ellis Conrad, April 12, 1994

Mission of an Earth Angel

How powerful is prayer…really? Powerful enough to commute my death sentence.

In January 1990, the surgeon told me that cancer had been growing inside me for at least two years and had probably spread to my liver and bones. I prayed after hearing that news, and God must have heard my prayers. Upon further exploration, the surgeon discovered the cancer was contained in the ducts and hadn’t spread as he predicted. He was stunned. I was thankful to God.

After the surgery I needed six months of chemotherapy to eliminate any renegade cancer cells that might cause future problems. Instead of having the chemo drugs injected in my arms, I opted to have an Infusaport surgically implanted in my chest. The surgeon made it sound like no big deal. Ninety percent of the time he was able to insert it on the first try.

A needle was used to freeze the tissue where the cut was made, then he fished a long tube down the incision into my chest. He hit some unfrozen nerves. I moaned. After eight more tries, I started coughing up blood. I felt as if I’d been run through with a hot poker. The pain was horrible, and I let out an agonizing cry. He had punctured my lung. He said he couldn’t figure out my anatomy and would have to stop.

You’ve got to finish it so I can take chemo! I insisted. He checked his watch and agreed to try three more times. I prayed that God would guide his hands and let it happen. On the third try, the line connected to my blood source, and he hurried off to his meeting.

Once the doctor was out of sight, my emotions exploded. I sobbed uncontrollably while the nurse held me in her arms. After my sobbing and shaking subsided, she wheeled me to the X-ray department to assess the damage. When she moved my right arm above my shoulder to get a clear picture of my collapsed lung, excruciating pain shot through me. But it was only a taste of what was to come.

Over the next few months I used my mind to control the pain. And there was lots of it. When I touched my right ear, pain shot through my chest. I stopped touching my ear. My dog, Miss Mattie, was a great distraction and a source of comfort when I needed someone to console me. When I felt as if my chest was caving in, Miss Mattie would look into my eyes and lick my face. She said so much without uttering a word.

I wish my husband of twenty-two years had given me as much attention. During the surgery I lost more than tissue—I also lost the physical closeness of my mate. He became more self-centered and aloof. I kept a smile on my face to mask the heartache from his rejection. In some ways, my cancer became his albatross. He was more scared of my death than I was. Was living really better than dying if my marriage disintegrated? Several years later he apologized for not having been more supportive, but by then it was too little, too late. My mind had already shielded my heart from further rejection. That was the beginning of the end of the marriage. I survived, but the marriage died.

God and I had the cancer under control so I was close-minded when well-meaning people tried to tell me about faith and coping with illness. I didn’t want to read the books they brought or hear their words of wisdom. I listened to them politely then did what I had to do to survive—I talked to God. My inner strength was greater than I knew.

I also learned a lot. I learned that receiving home-cooked meals was better than getting cards, flowers, or candy. And frozen Coke calmed my stomach after chemo. I learned that smiles and happy thoughts worked better than pills. And they took less time to dispense. Whenever I felt pain or loneliness, I would think of something outrageous, like having unlimited wealth and driving to the airport and taking the next flight to wherever it was going.

Friends and family came over to cheer me up and told me I inspired them. At first they were apprehensive. But when they saw how well I was doing, their watery eyes turned to smiles. Some friends didn’t know what to say so they stayed away. Were they afraid to face death through me?

I talked to God. I’m grateful for surviving this ordeal. I’ll do anything you want me to do. Then the Voices came. Go out into the world and live each day as if there are no more. Live your life with a joyful heart and spread this feeling to everyone sent your way. God is working through your hands and voice to deliver a healing touch and comforting words. That is your mission. You were put through pain and sorrow, then ecstasy and joy, so you could help others. Touch a heart. Make a difference. Tell them life should be joyful, not painful.

I asked God how much longer I would live. The reply was profound: You will be on earth until the memory of your life is stronger than your presence. Then you will go. Whatever projects you started will be continued by others. Max out each day. Most importantly, be quiet and listen to the silence. All your answers are within. Be at peace, Earth Angel. Enjoy the magnificent journey!

Once I started listening to the silence, the Voices provided the assignments that gave my life meaning. My ego died and was replaced by a totally trusting, unshakable, determined spirit. Have you ever been on a spirited horse and let it take control of your destination? With determination, purpose, and great speed, that horse will take you right back to the barn you just left. I hear the Voices and head for the