Time Of Angels

By Zdenka Andrijic

This is a personal story about life with angels. How they show and help and protect in ordinary situations, what they say and do, about their light and love. Angel's messages and stories from angel's workshops.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zdenka Andrijic
• Release date: Jun 14, 2017
• ISBN: 9781311138477

Zdenka Andrijic

ZDENKA ANDRIJIĆ piše poeziju i prozu, prevodi s engleskog jezika, razgovara sa zvijezdama i anđelima, prijateljuje sa životinjama i stablima, uređuje i objavljuje knjige i magazine. Do sada je objavila pet zbirki pjesama, tri knjige priča za djecu, dvije kratke ljubavne proze, oglede o piscima, tri autobiografske knjige o svom duhovnom putu s anđelima, više astroloških knjiga i knjiga o samopomoći, nekoliko cd-ova s vježbama i meditacijama. Pojedini ciklusi pjesama su joj prevedeni i objavljeni na slovenskom, makedonskom, talijanskom, njemačkom i engleskom jeziku. Od kraja 80-tih godina prošlog stoljeća članica je Društva hrvatskih književnika i P.E.N.-a. Posljednjih petnaestak godina – od susreta sa andjelom Saribejem – na različitim radionicama i predavanjima priča o anđelima i porukama koje prenose, uči i podučava o jeziku zvijezda, moli za Zemlju i sva njezina ugrožena i napuštena bića. Ipak, od svega što je dosad naučila pamti samo da je život blagoslov i radost.

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Zdenka Andrijic

THE TIME OF ANGELS

The Time of Angels by Zdenka Andrijic

Translated from Croatian: Nataša Martinac

Published by Zdenka Andrijic, November 2013.

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Around each blade of grass there is an angel bending and whispering to it: Grow, grow.

Talmud

1. MY STORY

angels

How did it all start? With birth, of course. Anyhow, eve-rything in this life begins with its own birth or with ours.

My parents, I hope they are allowing angels to lead them through beautiful places where they are now - so far away from the Earth, were from Herzegovina, they were the Croatians and Catholics. This may not be the exact order, but it does not matter to them any more. They were raised in a manner where a Sunday mass was an important part of social life, so when they came to live in Zagreb, where I was born, they were trying to teach us the children the same duty. I say duty because for me, that is what it has always been, just a duty. I was bored in church, majority of people I knew I didn’t like too much, because their life outside the church wasn’t in harmony with the purpose of their kneeling on the cold church floor. Besides, I was too short to see what was going on around the altar and with no fail I supposed that only there was something important going on. Consequently, I early started crawling towards the altar, not because I was humble, but because I tried not to be caught. And there really was something that couldn’t be a part of any kind of life I was living, neither the church life, nor the lonely and somehow separated from my family life I lived at home. Because there, next to the altar, I often saw some shimmering, like a small shiny jumping ball. Its direction was unpredictable and even more unpredictable was the moment when it would totally disappear. Even though I didn’t know what it was, I wasn’t scared. That jumpy light possessed some unusual joy. Unlike the most other joys, for which I had early learned that destiny, parents or somebody else would soon charge the price in sadness or disappointment, this joy was bringing peace and leaving peace behind. This was something I could call self-confidence today, faith in the moments that are just going to come. I didn’t know those moments were called future, or that this was a simple experience we were blessed with here on the Earth, experience of a spiritual life in a bodily form. There were many things I didn’t know then, but with wisdom of a soul that had already experienced all sorts of lives in different spaces and times, I was recognizing the power and significance of light. Even the mind of a child, whose question Why? remained lingering from the ceiling of a cold church unanswered, agreed to accept the truth.

Yes, that’s how it started. It took me decades of living my life to finally recognize angels in that shimmering. Or they did it for me, swarming into my life much more forcefully, and I would dare to say, more usefully than ever before. They came in time which psychologists call midlife crisis or some (wiser) people call crisis of purpose, identity, astrologists call it the second of three key points in life – the Uranus’s arrival to the place opposite the one in which it was at the moment of person’s birth, gynecologists call it dysplasia or in simpler words: We will take out your uterus, you don’t need it anymore, anyhow, you will not be giving birth anymore!" If it hadn’t been about me, my body, my health, meaning of my life, I would not have believed you. But later I started believing in many things, e.g. that every second American woman older than 60 really doesn’t have a uterus any more (probably American gynecologists know that she is not using it anymore, but money is indeed of use to manufacturers of hormonal supplements that have become so natural at homes of middle aged women without uterus!). And I was to live almost two decades to reach that American uterus-less female age. So, facing the illness you die from, even if you think that only other people die from it (this can not happen to you), I was finally lost. It took me years and decades of hard work to acquire control over myself, my body and my life (there is no such thing as control, just one plain earthquake like hundreds of them happening on this planet yearly, can show us very quickly what amount of control we really have). It all slipped through my hands, loosing the ground under my feet. I spent several days walking through Zagreb, gazing at shop windows and asking the woman I saw in them, the woman who, all of a sudden, became totally unfamiliar to me: Are you scared? Or, you have nothing to be afraid anymore, because after all the fears you were soiling and binding your life with, there is nothing worse than death that could happen to you?

That feeling that all the threads were broken and

Reviews for Time Of Angels

[Daphne Az · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Incredible story of a woman about her experiences with letting Angels be a part of her life. Amazing book!