Messages from Heaven: Is Anyone Listening?

By Les Feast

This book is a combination of years of channeled Messages from God, Archangel Michael and other Divine Angels to assist Humanity fi nd love and peace in this lifes journey. It uses stories to help the reader gain insights to their own journey using drama and humor to bring the messages home. Finally, the book concludes with divine revelations for the future of humanity. It is a must read and will challenge some of you with its insights but know as you do read it, you will be fill with inspiration and love from the source of all that is! May your journey be blessed.

12 Laws of Life and Manifesting Inner Wealth, meditation Cd

The above works by Les Feast Author and Spiritual Teacher are offered to seekers of light to bring balance back into their lifes journey from our inner source of power. It will help you move from the negative aspects of your life into the positive, dealing with and opening the introspection into:

Competition to cooperation

Conflict to loving, healthy relationships

Aloneness to all oneness

Controlling others to acceptance

Greed and exploiting practices to serving

Acquiring to giving and sharing

Fragile health to robust health

Worry to peace of mind

Personal self to universal self

Therefore as you explore your inner self, your dominant thoughts will become more positive and you will begin to feel a part of a greater universal Love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: May 2, 2012
• ISBN: 9781452504742

Les Feast

Les Feast – spiritual teacher, healer and author. Les Feast is a spiritual teacher and healer who began his business, “Angel Connection Workshops” in 2003. The reason for his spiritual path is that in 1974, he was blessed by a divine vision from God and is now following this vision to be of service to others. His healing skills and mediumship are highly sought after and he has been practising these gifts professionally for many years. Les has been in strong demand to demonstrate his gifts and give seminars on Connecting with Angels and Th e Twelve Laws of life. Th is book, “Messages from Heaven – Is anyone Listening” was the inspiration from Les’ connection to Archangel Michael while at Sri Sathya Sai Baba’s Ashram in India in 2002. He was guided to channel words from this Divine Light from that time till now and was guided to write this wonderful inspiring work for humanity. Les has taught and worked with some of Australia’s leading mediums and healers. Besides being a talented clairvoyant and spiritual medium, he also runs weekly meditation and development groups to help others rediscover their hidden gifts. Les is an accomplished Reiki master, Natural therapist and Bowen practitioner. For upcoming events and workshops, group meetings, personal readings; or to organize one in your region, contacted can be made through his website. His Motto is: Love Forever, Hurt never. May you be truly blessed in this journey of life. www.12lawsoflife.com

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Messages from  Heaven

Is Anyone Listening?

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Copyright © 2012 Les Feast

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Contents

Acknowledgments

Preface

Chapter 1: The Messages Begin

Chapter 2: Let The Journey Begin!

Chapter 3: Do As I Say, Not As I Do!

Chapter 4: Messages For The Years To Come

Chapter 5: I Am Always With You

Chapter 6: Your Zodiac Messages From Your Angels

Chapter 7: I Am The Light, The Truth, And The Way

Chapter 8: As Above, So Below

Chapter 9: You Are The Light To The World

Chapter 10: What Now?

Chapter 11: Change Your Vibration

Chapter 12: Intermission: Lift Up Your Hearts

Chapter 13: The Coming Of Age: The Story Continues

Acknowledgments

There are so many people in my life I wish to thank, but firstly I thank my family for accepting that I have this gift of life from them. Thanks to the many friends and spiritual teachers who have guided me along this path of life. Thanks also to my personal guide Joan of Arc, Archangel Michael, Mother Mary, and my God for appearing to me so I would know, without any doubt, that there is a life beyond this physical existence. How blessed I feel by these wonderful experiences/visions, that I wish the whole world could also experience them.

May you the reader be thanked for reading this manuscript with all its flaws and imperfections, and yet in some way being moved by having read it. God Bless you.

Preface

From the time I was a little boy, I knew there was something greater than me out there. Was it God? I could not tell you. I only know that I loved to go to bed and go flying. It may have been a dream, but it felt real to me at the time. Has that happened to you?

My mother was concerned with the fantasy stories I told at home and at school, and she even asked her own mother whether she should take me to a psychiatrist for assessment. I was to understand later in my life that my mother had seen her father try to hang himself because of his ability to give psychic readings to people. In those days, he never really understood how or why he could do what he did, and it must have frustrated him so much that he tried to hang himself. My mother found him hanging in the shed, and she had to cut him down to save his life—only to get a beating from him for doing so. I guess my mother saw this as a family shame and did not want me going in the same direction.

In 1974, at the age of twenty-five and recently married, my then-wife and I were to be godparents to our friend’s daughter. We arrived early at Saint George’s Cathedral in Perth, Western Australia, and were ushered to the back of the cathedral to wait while a service took place at the front. I could not hear what the minister was saying to his congregation, as we were sitting a long distance from the altar, but as I observed the proceedings, a ray of golden light came from the altar to me, and I was immersed in a sensation of complete awe and divine love. To this day, it seems like it happened only yesterday, and even now I try to explain it as a love I had never felt in my life thus far.

To say that I walked on air in a place of heightened joy and exhilaration for the next week or so is an understatement. Like an addict, I had to get another fix, so I joined the Anglican Church in the hope that this was my calling. I felt that maybe God, if there was such a thing, was calling me to be a preacher or minister within the church. But alas, my wife, although quite happy to go to church, did not want to be a minister’s wife.

Instead, I was guided by a connection with a divine soul called Father Rogers. We met at Wollaston College, which was the Anglican Church’s training facility, where he had been invited to lead a group of people for the weekend. I expected a priest in full regalia, but he turned out to be a man with a robe that needed ironing and bare feet. In 1976, this was not how priests were to present themselves—at least not in this person’s view!

Let me tell you the story. Father Rogers came into the room with about fifteen people from different congregations around the state of Western Australia. After we all held hands, sang some songs, and listened to an opening prayer, Father Rogers turned to the group and said, Now I want you to go into the gardens in complete silence and find yourselves!

Before proceeding further, let me first give you some insight about me, Les Feast, before we return to the story. Hopefully, you will gain some perspective as to what was happening there.

My wife and I were not happily married, and in fact we had been to doctors and marriage counselors for guidance to help save our marriage. I believed that when you got married, it was for better or for worse, till death do you part. It was the vow I’d made, and I kept to it. I did not want my family or Mum or Dad to think I had failed in the choice I had made. I was determined to make it work, even if it was to my detriment.

To keep my mind off of what was not working at home, I got involved in my studies, management, work, church, and sports. I loved playing baseball, and this weekend had been one I’d wanted to spend playing a game on Sunday. However, my wife reminded me that I had made a commitment to the vestry of the church that I would go to this seminar, and she said that I should attend. I guess I did not want to go to a place that was preaching love when I was not feeling loved at the time. I preferred to be with my mates doing something more aggressive and enjoyable.

Now, let us get back to the story.

When Father Rogers told us to go and find ourselves, I was thinking, This man has got to be mad. I already know who I am!

But there we were, out in the garden finding ourselves, and everyone in the group was doing the same thing, all looking, in my opinion, very pious in their pursuit. You might have picked up on the fact that I was being very judgmental. Right! And how was I to get out of all that pretense? I had the thought that it was still only Saturday, and if I found out everything I could from Father Rogers, I could report back to the vestry with my findings—and then go and play baseball with my mates on Sunday. So I decided that I would be like a journalist and talk to Father Rogers, who was sitting on the lawn. He was, by the way, from the St. George order of the church and had recently been looking after the Little Sisters of Jesus in Jerusalem.

As I approached, he caught my eye, and for some unknown reason, I began to cry. He beckoned me to sit next to him, which only made me cry even more. All those people walking around the garden in silent prayer were looking at me as I cried. Father just held my arm and said, Why are you fighting God? He loves you. With that, my crying only got worse, to the point where I was blubbering so hard I could not stop. This man just held me and smiled at me, and in that moment, I felt the love of Jesus in him. To this day, I cannot say how much I love him, for he changed me from an angry person to an accepting one who understood that a divine plan was about to be revealed to me.

We sat for a long time. I never did go to the game, and I felt again the same love I had experienced in the church in 1974. Father Rogers advised me of something that I tell many others about. When I told him that I wanted to become a priest but my wife did not want it, he said, Les, you are a sailing ship, and God is the wind, and he will blow you in many directions in this life. Just surrender and let the wind guide you. In other words, I was to let God guide me to whatever might lie ahead.

Further, he said that if my wife did not want to be part of the journey that I wanted, then, because of the marriage, I needed to honour her wishes. As hard as those words were, I knew I had to let go of my plan to become a minister within the Anglican Church. In 1977, we had a daughter, Bridgette; and in 1978, a son, Aaron.

They are the loves of my life, and I treasure them and feel so blessed that they came into my life. They have been wonderful teachers for me, and I pray that I have helped them in some small measure to make their way through this life to find happiness and joy.

However, as many readers will attest, marriage is not saved by having children but by the love in a marriage relationship, and having children sometimes only complicates that relationship even more. My wife’s love was clearly focused on the children, and I was to assume the role of provider while she fussed over them. Don’t misunderstand me here; raising children is difficult, but when your life revolves around them to the exclusion of everyone else, it becomes unhealthy for the parent and the children.

I fully realize that no one ever gives you a road map into relationships or raising children, and I am only telling this story so you might understand my journey. This is not a criticism of my former wife, as she is a beautiful person, and I didn’t understand what love was or how to be in a marriage. I had never been taught such things, so I had to wing it, like so many other people, and I was destined to fail. My only guidance had been to watch my own mother and father beat each other up with words—and sometimes the back of the hand. I knew I didn’t want that way of life.

Hindsight is pretty clear. I met someone, got engaged within three months, and married in six months. I walked down the aisle, saying to myself, Get me out of here! If you don’t know what true love is, then you need to realize that something is wrong with this kind of scenario. Even before the honeymoon has started, the relationship honeymoon has ended. Reality hits, and you think, I don’t think I love this person.

So, back to the story.

I threw myself back into study, work, baseball, and football and became a DJ on weekends. You may not believe this, but my wife wanted me to have an affair so my sexual needs would be met, but I could not do so, as it would have broken the vow I’d made. However, six years after my daughter was born, I relented and went to a brothel. I left feeling dirty and realized that if we couldn’t get it together, then it would be better for us to be happy apart. We argued a lot, and my daughter heard it all. My son was too young to understand, but I believe it affected both of them in later life.

My wife and I split in the early eighties, and by then I had joined a Spiritualist church. To me, it felt like home. I was taught how to be a spiritual healer and soon had people waiting to see me. I could not understand this, as I had no idea what I was doing. I just stood there, feeling a bit silly and doubting what was happening, but I endeavored to project love to another person. I could feel the warmth of my hands and a tingling over my body as I asked in prayer for love and healing to go to the person sitting on a chair in front of me. After the healing session, we would gather in a circle, and the minister would take us for a guided meditation. Whether it was because of my stresses from life or the healing I was supposedly doing, during the meditation I would basically have a sleep. You can see from the way I am writing this that, even though I loved the energy of the healing practice and the church, I really had no idea what I was doing or where this was leading me.

For six months or more, this was how it was. I was content. I loved the people, and the church felt like home—as it does for most lost people when they find a church that embraces them. I was getting my weekly love-fix without commitment to a relationship. One night, however, my angels had something in store for me, and I did not see it coming.

It was the same old routine. I arrived at seven p.m., did the healing for an hour, and then went into the big hall and joined the others for meditation. That night the minister was Reverend Rhonda MacDougall. There were two ministers, and I was more connected to the other minister than to Mac, as we affectionately called her. I must admit that she scared me a little, as she did not take any nonsense from people who came to the church, and she was very disciplined when it was time to connect to our spiritual angels and guides.

I was always amazed that she was able to see who was a fake or who was just in it for the glory of wanting to be a psychic without doing the spiritual journey. You can’t do one without the other, she would tell us. That particular night, I sat in my usual seat and Mac led the meditation. I was soon far gone in something like sleep, and that time it took a lot for me to wake up. When I did, I found Reverend MacDougall standing in front of me, telling me to stand up. I wondered what all the fuss was about, and she told me that I had gone into a total trance and that my guiding angels had spoken to the group. To this day, I have no idea what was said, but Reverend MacDougall suggested I join her in her closed circle the following night so that I could be trained properly.

So, for the next twenty years, I was mentored by my spiritual mother, Reverend Rhonda MacDougall. Not only was she a tough lady who had brought up four boys on her own and survived, as there had been no pension in her days, but she had worked on the wharfs as a barmaid, while rearing her boys into fine men. And she was a brilliant spiritual medium.

It’s amazing to think that she, a single woman, would travel by train to work at a harbour operated by men—and tough ones at that—and then go home alone at night, and in the morning get her children off to school, prepare lunches, clean the house, make clothes for them to wear, make tea, and then go off to work again. How she did this is beyond my comprehension, but I loved her, and she made me a minister of her church in Ocean Reef. I was given the role of developing people for Mac. She would take me to other churches where, after she had done the philosophy, she would leave me to do the clairvoyant demonstration.

This used to scare me to bits, but she would tell me to just do it. It was a tough way to learn, but I did. I would then guide over two hundred people on Tuesday nights in meditation and spiritual development. By the time I was doing this, I had control over and total trust of my guidance system, and was completely connected to the divine love that was guiding me. You learn quickly how to trust spirit and God to do the right thing. The first time I was to take a service and being very nervous as I was introduced and as I waited I could feel nothing. It is as if they had left