A Message of Hope for the Holiday Season: An eShort

By Lorna Byrne

An original ebook from the internationally bestselling author of A Message of Hope from the Angels.

Irish mystic and internationally bestselling author of A Message of Hope from the Angels, Lorna Byrne has been seeing angels her whole life. In this ebook original, Byrne reveals a special type of angel, the blessing angel, that only appears during the holiday season. These angels offer us new beginnings and infuse us with faith that makes the connection among our soul, heart, and mind stronger—no matter what our religion. And when they touch us, they help us to realize how truly blessed we are. Lorna shares what she sees the angels doing at this time of the year to help us appreciate the important things in life and to infuse us with the angel’s messages of hope.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Atria Books
• Release date: Dec 4, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476711188

Lorna Byrne

Born in Ireland, Lorna Byrne is the author of international bestsellers A Message of Hope from the Angels and her autobiography Angels in My Hair, which has been translated into twenty-six languages and sold in more than fifty countries. For more information, visit LornaByrne.com.

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IT WAS A FOGGY DAY. I was out walking in the countryside near where I live, when a faint shape appeared in the sky, like a transparent mountain reaching right up into the heavens.

I knew what it meant.

I looked again and saw a small speck in the distance. Then it grew bigger and bigger as it came down the mountain, until I could see what I had expected: an angel. Although it was walking down a very steep slope, the angel remained upright, as if the slope was no problem at all. The angel was wearing a beautiful dark cloak, which had golden threads woven through it, and the internal light of the angel seemed to shine through these threads.

As I watched, I was a bit puzzled and wondered to myself, Why is it arriving so early in the year? What’s going on? I was trying to figure this out when it dawned on me that it was, in fact, much later in the year than I had been assuming. It was already November. The angel was arriving at the usual time. It was I who had lost track of the season.

Because this was what as a child I had called a Christmas angel.

I see angels all the time. I cannot remember any time I have not seen them. From the very moment I opened my eyes after I was born, they were there—even though I did not know they were angels at the time. When lying in my cot as a baby, I would see them around my mother. I would be playing, trying to catch them, but I never could. I see them as clearly as I see my daughter sitting across the dinner table from me, and I talk with them as I talk with other people, but I can also communicate with them without words.

Guardian angels are brighter than other angels, and for the first few years of my life, I saw a guardian angel standing behind everyone. But as I started to go to school and come into contact with more people, the brightness of the guardian angels was just too much for me. It hurt