My Wingmen: Close Encounters with Archangel Michael and Archangel Raphael

By Lorraine Recchia

My Wingmen is a true account of my journey with angels. They entered my world during a period of inner reflection as I researched personal growth during a challenging life transition. The books I was drawn to came alive as I read about alternate realities and spiritual concepts. I witnessed these realities as my home became a stomping ground for angels and spirit guides, where I enjoyed their appearances and intervention. They showed me how to interpret and discern the lighter side of the earth realm, and they gave me examples of what clear expanded believing could accomplish.

As I began to openly talk about prayer, my psychic senses began to blossom. I was embraced by two angels, and they offered me healing along with their companionship. They have become my teachers, and they have helped me connect with truths beyond my wildest dreams. It was in expanded thought that I was able to grasp a world that is clearer to me now, as this present-day drama fades to black. I have opened my arms to an enlightened world, because where there is love, there is no room for fear. Meet my wingmen, Archangel Michael and Archangel Raphael.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Nov 30, 2012
• ISBN: 9781452559827

Lorraine Recchia

Lorraine communicates with angels and has fully engaged in a career where she shares her experiences regarding prayer and angelic assistance. Originally a teacher, she transitioned into counseling adults for weight management. When her psychic senses became her strong point, she embarked on her most gratifying career path as an Angelreader.

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Contents

AUTHOR’S NOTE

PREFACE

TIC TOCK

WITHIN THE RAINBOW

LENNY FROM THE DINER

THERE’S MORE

MY MANTRA

I AM THAT I AM

THE BEGINNING YEARS

FOOD AND YOU

HOW DO YOUR CHILDREN GROW?

AURAS AND PRAYER

ROSA: TO BE OR NOT TO BE… PREGNANT

HOW WE CHANGED A PROBABLE FUTURE

A VISIT FROM A FRIEND

MY APARTMENT WAS SURREAL

THE HOLY SPIRIT

THE MAN AT THE FOOT OF THE BED

AN EARLY-MORNING BIKE RIDE

MY TRIANGLE FRIENDS

THE ROSARY:

MY MAGICAL AQUA CRYSTAL BEADS

MY GRANDMOTHER MARY

TRUE RELIGION

JESUS

WHAT IS A LOW ESSENCE?

AND THEN THERE WERE SCALES

THERE IS AN ATMOSPHERE AMONG US

NEVER ACCEPT A SHADOW READING

THAT FOUR-LETTER WORD

CHECKING IN

ENHANCING LORRAINE

LEARNING ABOUT MY NEW TOOL

CAN I PUT IN MY TWO CENTS?

BANKING PRAYERS

PRAYING FOR SOMEONE AS SOMEONE

CLEO

A VISIT FROM ARCHANGEL ARIEL

ST. CHRISTOPHER

ST. ANTHONY

SYNCHRONIZED LIVING

WORRY

THIS IS NOT MY BELIEF!

CHANGE

I WANT TO GO

WHAT MY ANGELS TELL ME

UNDER THE MANGO TREE

THUNDER MOUNTAIN

RAPHAEL: THE LAUGHING ANGEL

PADRE PIO: PRAY, HOPE, AND DON’T WORRY

ANGEL MIHR

ARCHANGEL MICHAEL

ST. GERMAIN

STONEHENDGE

ARCHANGEL URIEL

I AM NOT A SWEATER

THERE ISN’T A CHANNEL WE DON’T GET

MERLIN

THE WHITE HAND

THE FUTURE

PRAYER AS FOOD

ARCHANGEL RAPHAEL:

THE HEALING ARCHANGEL

A PERSON-TO-PERSON MEETING WITH ARCHANGEL RAPHAEL

HAIL MICHAEL, FULL OF SURPRISE, THE LORD IS WITH THEE

PULL UP A CHAIR.

LET’S HAVE A SOUL TO SOUL

EDITING PRAYERS

THE LORD’S PRAYER

SONGS

CHANNELED PRAYERS

CANDLES AND PRAYER

THE MOON

WHAT’S REAL OR REEL?

ANGELS

SO THIS IS CLAIRVOYANCE

WHY AM I NOT AFRAID?

VISIONS

LORRAINE AGAIN?

MICHAEL: HE CAME, HE ASKED, AND I SAID YES

THE DRAMA EXTENDS

HELLO, MY NAME IS LORRAINE AND I AM A HAY HEAD

I’M STEPPING OUT

ARE YOU DUE FOR A MIRACLE?

PETITION FOR A MIRACLE

HEARTFELT AFFIRMATIONS

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

COVER ANGELS BY:

GREG CRUMBLY

ABOUT THE WHITE FEATHER

AUTHOR’S NOTE

I have written about my experiences with angels. I do not claim to be an angel expert, but I can tell you what I know about them. Angels have embraced me, healed me, and protected me with their intervention and guidance. If you look at life as your own personal movie—seeing yourself directing, producing, writing, and editing—you will understand why I reference this idea throughout the book. We even bring in our own cast of characters, and when the time is fitting we may bring in someone new or write someone out of our story. You are living in the movie of your life.

What happened for me was a break in my movie, where my angels and spirit guides came out from behind the curtain. My crew—guides, angels, and deceased loved ones living behind the scenes of this drama—spoke to me and continue to do so today. I am a community of souls, spirit guides, and angels. I join hands with them in the circle of life, as my awareness now includes them along with much more than I ever thought possible. Although I know there are innumerable angels, there are two that have joined me so very closely. These two angels, Archangel Michael and Archangel Raphael, helped to bring me to a very comfortable place within, and for this I am eternally grateful. From this place, I can see more clearly and understand life in a way that soothes my soul.

I am experiencing the endless possibilities of life around me. I repeatedly see the silly and the illogical, and I wonder why are we smoking, why are we drinking, and why are we overmedicating? Why don’t we get it, why won’t we choose differently? I wonder about the screamers, the fearful, the angry, and the antagonists because they are some of life’s mysteries to me. Why do people continue to do hard time in their bodies? There is the spiritual component of us that holds the key out of any prison we may build around ourselves. By uniting with our soul, we enable that part of us that is there to help lead us onto our brightest path towards freedom and peace.

We are magnificent, originally from a golden realm of Divine love and wealth. Now is the time to enjoy your inheritance, and be the shining star in your own movie.

PREFACE

Is it really important that angels have wings? I can tell you this: With or without wings, angels have messages. My wingmen are Archangel Michael and Archangel Raphael. They are both closer than ever now, and they would love for you to invite them into your lives.

The stories in this book are all true. This book is an account of how angels came into my life. You’ll find out that they are as real as anyone you’ve ever met. The events in the book took place on different occasions and times in my life. I’ve never kept a journal and so the stories are in no particular order, and the order in which the events happened are inconsequential really. These are my stories about angel visitations and healings, and my wish is to share them with you. The only way to begin living with angels is to offer them an invitation and trust they will arrive on time. Open a dialogue with them, they will inspire you and you will inspire others, and in this way, magic happens.

TIC TOCK

Divine timing was something I was always aware of all throughout my life. During my psychic expansion, as I looked back on my childhood, I understood why my impressions about situations and people were usually accurate. I assumed this was something everyone could do. I had an acute sensitivity to energetic vibrations. Because of this sensitivity, I was aware of why so many times the road in my story took a drastic shift, and it was always accompanied with reasons that I alone would know. In my twenties, on a journey throughout India, I was on my way to Australia to see what it would be like to live there for a while and begin a teaching career. I told my family I would be back in two years. One afternoon, while living in Bombay, I had exited a cab. As the cab sped off, I realized my purse, along with my visas and passport, were left on the seat in the car. What happened next was a journey into an abyss of pain, confusion, and regret. It took weeks before my passport was replaced, and by then, I had decided to return home to New York, where the idea of living in Australia was quickly forgotten. The message from that experience was that it would not have been a two-year stay and that I would marry and decide to live there permanently. That was not what I had signed up for in this present life experience. Know that when something unexplainable happens, trust you are exactly where you need to be, in fact you are right on cue! Would my angels have found me in Australia? I am certain they would have. I have learned to leave all of the little details about life to heaven regarding why here and why now.

I am going where all men have gone before, and I know how we all think the road is long and alone, it is not, it is all one.

—Lorraine Ann Recchia

Because of the two of you, Archangel Michael and Archangel Raphael, I could not rest until I wrote this book. Each year that I put it off, I gathered more experiences with you. Timing is Divine. Thank you for all that you do.

This book is dedicated to My Wingmen.

WITHIN THE RAINBOW

I am a rainbow, with no beginning and no end.

Did you know that there is no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? Why? Because… the rainbow is a complete circle, with no beginning, and no end, just like us. When we experience the feeling of an open heart, we know that we cannot love any more or less because the feeling is one with infinity. Our open heart reunites us with that rainbow that is indeed us. There is also a feeling of continuity and connection, and it is so enormous that it cannot be measured.

I have moved from living in a world of the ordinary into a magical, mystical story that is much more attuned to what I knew of as a child. To know me is to experience me, and I sign everything with love, not regards, not sending my best, not even good wishes. I sign love. Love is a most valid and appropriate signature, and I use it generously. I am infinite potential, and I have allowed the experience of myself to become more genuine. Here are my experiences as I learned that I was indeed living within a rainbow as a rainbow.

Oh, and that pot of gold… it circulates continuously as a Divine golden light that flows within us, and once we live in sync with that stream of unconditional love flowing from Source Creator, our riches abound!

LENNY FROM THE DINER

I am free from the misconceptions that once formed my world.

During the early 1990s I lived in an apartment complex on Long Island, in New York. I had moved there after a recent divorce and a job change. Everything was new, including my cat, Nightmare, who had been a gift from a friend. On one particular evening, there was a knock at my door and a new neighbor announced himself in an unusual way. First of all, he was a police officer whose name was Bill, and he was standing at my door fully dressed in his uniform. He looked distressed, and after he introduced himself to me, he started to explain what he wanted. He told me he had just moved in to the apartment next door to me and he knew no one in the area. He went on to say that he had just broken up with his girlfriend, who used to physically abuse him. (He confessed he never hit her back and only stayed with her because he assumed she would eventually stop… she didn’t.) Also, like him, she was an officer of the law. His relationship had ended that night, and he looked lost and very alone.

Bill went on to tell me that several people in the apartment complex told him that he should come to meet me. I found that a bit odd, as I really did not know anyone in my complex. He went on to explain that his mother had passed six years ago, and he still misses her. He told me his dad, though still living, was occupied these days with his girlfriend and rarely communicated with him. He was missing the closeness he shared with his mom, and without siblings, he had no one to talk with. I must have looked a little perplexed, because then he came to his point, and that was to ask me if he could eat his dinner in my kitchen. He told me he could not stand to be alone right now. He was going to get some food from the local bistro and he asked me if I wanted something to eat. I said no, but I told him that he could eat in my kitchen. He looked relieved and grateful, as he left to get his dinner. Within an hour he returned and he ate his dinner as we both sat at my kitchen table. We talked; I listened mostly, and he was able to get many thoughts off his chest. After a couple of hours, he left to go back to his apartment, which in fact, was right next to mine. He was my new neighbor.

A couple of weeks later, Bill knocked on my door again. This time, he asked me to come out with him to the local diner, one of his friends who worked there was in great emotional distress. I was in my pajamas and it was about ten o’clock in the evening. I looked at my new neighbor, police officer Bill, and said, What can I do? He told me that he knew if his friend met and spoke with me, his spirits would be lifted. So I got dressed and went with him to the diner, where a man named Lenny worked and was talking about ending his life. Bill told me that Lenny’s wife had just left him. To complicate things further, his wife and daughter had just been in an auto accident and were both in critical condition in the hospital. Having a little background on his particular challenges, I met and sat with him at the diner. Lenny and I shared a booth, and I did just what I was supposed to do. I listened.

After about an hour, Bill came by the table and told me that we had to leave. I told Lenny I had to go, and because I could smell the alcohol, I looked at him directly and said, Could you stop drinking? He thought for a second and then said, Okay, like a little boy. Truth was he was so ready to feel better that anyone taking the time to care about him and direct him to some healthier choices was well received.

As I was about to get up, I looked at him and asked if he had any faith at all. He said he did believe in God. I asked him if tomorrow morning he could get up early and, before work, go to his church or temple or park or whatever house of worship he felt comfortable with, walk up to the altar alone, and offer to God this whole mess—offer to God the divorce, the accident, the pain, the confusion… all of it. Could he put this whole issue down, as if putting down a heavy suitcase and then just leave the church? Again I looked intently at him and said firmly, Just walk out of the church, and don’t take your problems back with you… you must leave them there, you must let them go.

He looked very simply at me and said, Yes, I can do that.

I thought to myself, Wow that was easy. No fight, no argument, no excuses. He said yes. And so I went back home, got into bed, and relaxed into my pillow, thinking, Interesting night.

As I lay in my bed, facing the ceiling, completely ready to enjoy a good night’s sleep, a very large ball of light appeared and hovered over me in my bed. It was at least a yard in circumference. Accompanying this ball of energy that radiated and vibrated was another smaller ball of light that was green in color. The larger ball just stayed there, and the smaller ball dove at my body and began to touch me in various places, mostly my lungs. It felt as if it were dissolving or erasing energetic debris inside of me. The light would swoop down and work on my lungs, and then it would work on other organs in my body, along with my head. I just watched and said, Thank you, thank you so much. This is wonderful, thank you. I had recently stopped smoking, and feeling this energy touch my lungs with light was a delight. Earlier that year, what helped me to stop smoking, was that a friend of mine had gone to a psychic who told her that if I kept smoking, he saw a spot developing on my lower left lung, and I knew he was right because I had been coughing more than what I considered usual at the time. This ball of green light was focusing on the lower left area in my lungs because I could see and feel the work he was doing on me. I knew this energy was removing debris from that area caused by smoking. I kept repeating, Thank you. What else could I say? I knew I was receiving a healing specifically for speaking about prayer tonight with Lenny. What a gift I received for a one-hour visit with this man, to whom I barely spoke. After a few minutes of watching this and seeing how one light watched and vibrated and the other light did all the work, I was beyond grateful. Then, just as quickly as they had appeared, they disappeared, and I went to sleep. I later discovered who they were. At the time I barely had any knowledge of angels or anything resembling a celestial being. I know today that the larger energy was Archangel Michael, who is the guardian of all healers, and the smaller energy was Archangel Raphael, who is the angel physician.

Before I continue with this story, let me explain a little bit more about me. Since I was a child, I was very sensitive and I would react to certain fruits with hives, rashes, and itching. That’s how it started with me. My allergies would continue to grow and included the very common peanut allergy, along with apples and cherries and many vegetables. I always focused on what I could eat, as each year in my life would eliminate yet another fruit or vegetable. The glass half full philosophy served me well, and I never let it get me down.

When I was married, I remember being out with my husband on an anniversary we were celebrating, and we had enjoyed a beautiful dinner at the Russian Tea Room in Manhattan. I ordered what had been at the time for me a safe fruit, which was a dessert of fresh strawberries. The dessert came, I had a few bites, and within minutes I could feel the beginnings of a major allergic reaction. I thought, Oh no, now I cannot eat strawberries. So, you can see how my list of foods to stay away from would grow and grow. Eating for me was quite challenging, and could end an evening out in a minute. The allergies at the time required I travel with an epinephrine pen, which is an injectable needle that would prevent my body from canceling itself out—death by food. It was all very strange, and no doctor could really fully explain at the time why and where it all came from, and why it was getting worse.

THERE’S MORE

I am a miracle healing.

The next morning I awoke and thought back on the whole experience of the night before. I pondered meeting Lenny, and the angelic visitation as I went about my day and did my routine chores around the apartment. I needed groceries, so I drove to the supermarket and gathered some things. When I approached the fruit aisle, I looked at the apples and said to myself, Oh, I can eat these now. I bought a bag of apples. When I finally made it to the checkout line, I was surrounded by peanut butter, peanut candy, and all kinds of peanut products. I thought, Oh, I can eat peanuts now. I took a peanut bar and did not even test it with a small taste that would have possibly killed me, because I just knew that I could eat it. I ate half the bar. I grabbed a cold green apple from my cart and took a bite out of this once-forbidden fruit, and I was fine. My food allergies were gone—all of them.

Since childhood, and through my teens, twenties, and thirties, my food allergies worsened. By the time I was in my thirties, I was allergic to over forty fruits and vegetables. I even had heat-induced hives that kept me away from bike riding and doing what I loved. It never angered me, but it did confuse me, and I would quickly adapt to something that worked for me. If I could not ride my bike, I knew I could take a walk or swim, and so wasn’t I blessed that there were activities that I could do? The allergist at the time prescribed medication so that I could exercise, but there were side effects to the medicine. He told me one of the side effects was cancer. Cancer is a side effect of this drug you are giving me? I took it twice and thought I would rather live and walk then Rollerblade and create cancer from this drug.

What a gift. When I got home, I threw out my epinephrine pen, and wow, did that first apple taste great! I missed apples the most, and I told God during my walks and whenever I thought about it, Dear God, when I get to heaven I am eating a big green apple! What happened for me was that whenever I said, when I get to heaven… the desire or statement became a reality here, on earth. Eventually I got it: I am in heaven. Of course, God did not step out of heaven to create earth. This universe is all happening within a celestial studio! I always knew there was more magic here than met the eye, and everything I believed to be true as a child proved to be so. My new world felt like Oz, and I was living over the rainbow—or, rather, within it.

Let me just add here that I never did tell my neighbor Bill about the angel visits and what transpired with my health. Bill was living in his own sad story at the time and had a complete block to anything outside of his Catholic faith which was also beginning to lose credence with him. He would push himself into people’s lives and was rejected a lot by his behavior. His words to me were always, Lorraine wake up, life is not so great these days, and there are a lot of bad people in the world. The thing is, I was awake, very awake, and I knew that in time,