And Rainedrops Fall Down My Cheeks: Raine shares stories of Hope and Love

By Raine Spiritual Medium

This book illustrates Raine and the relationship she has with her Guardian Angel. Raine shares her experiences with bad health, family, animal communication and profound dreams which encourages her readers to look at inter-dimensional realities. Raine offers her readers the opportunity to develop their self-empowerment through their own spiritua

• Language: English
• Publisher: Paper Leaf Agency
• Release date: Nov 16, 2023
• ISBN: 9781638128380

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EARLY MEMORIES

CHAPTER ONE

He was dressed in a robe with a hood over his head—I could not see his face; at least I have no conscious memory of his face and he would stand at a distance from me, looking at me. I knew he was somehow a part of me. I would be aware of his vibration; it announced his presence before I would physica lly see him.

I have a really clear memory of the first time I saw him. I was a newborn. I think I was in a crib, or perhaps it was a cot. I remember the wooden, vertical slats that formed my bed. I could see the room quite clearly even though it was dark. I could distinguish between the three doors in the bedroom. One of them opened to a wardrobe. The second opened to a cupboard with shelving. The third door, on the next wall, opened to the hallway.

I could see him standing there, between the wardrobe and cupboard doors, watching me.

My eyes looked over to where my parents lay sleeping in their bed, and I could not understand how it was that they did not sense his presence and wake up. I think that really disturbed me—that they did not wake up. I was more anxious and puzzled than afraid.

Then had this realization, Ohhh he is here for me! I was so happy and just lay there watching him.

This is the earliest memory I have on this earth.

My parents, preferred their babies to be in their own room. That way baby and parents were not unnecessarily disturbed by each other as one would wake the other; so - I must have been new in this world for my parents to have had me sleeping in their bedroom. This was not the norm.

Often, I would wake up with the feeling that my right thumb was being pulled as if to pull me out of bed. I hated that feeling, I didn’t like it, it was my thumb. I always understood that he was not physically touching me—his vibratory energy was such that the effect on my body felt like physical touch. Why it was that my thumb responded so, at that age I did not understand.

I resisted his pull on my thumb so strongly. I would awaken, feeling his presence close to me; before I felt my thumb being pulled. We always seemed to have such a battle over my poor thumb! Every night he would visit me and this tug of war took place and always I would lose and he would, with his energy, caress my thumb. He never hurt me, he never frightened me, not yet, and I got used to him coming every night.

As I grew older and was able to speak, I would try to tell my parents about my nightly visitor. I was constantly told I was having nightmares.

Thus, I learned my parents’ fears. I became very afraid of those nightmares and afraid to be alone in the dark. I was given a nightlight, and I cried if left alone in the dark. My parents thought the nightlight would help me feel comforted, less afraid, but the nightlight did not deter my nightly visitor who actually never really made me afraid – I was just afraid of the dark, because my parents had taught me fear of nightmares.

The nightly visits came to end when I was eight years old.

I remember the last night he came. The light was magnificent: bright, white, glowing, and all encompassing. The light seemed to pour in through the windows of the room off my bedroom. My bedroom door was always open so I could see the light pouring into the other room. Then it would fill that room and spill over into my bedroom.

I could feel his presence, yet at first, I could not see him.

Then I saw him. He was standing in the doorway of my bedroom; he did not enter, just stood there and I could feel the familiar pull on my thumb. That night, he seemed to have a much stronger effect on me. The pull on my thumb was so insistent.

Actually, I do not remember being afraid that night. I just felt very determined. Our battle seemed to go on for quite some time. I remember my acute awareness of the white light. Then, he seemed to be the light—the light radiating outward from his being, and then he was gone; and so was the light.

I turned off my nightlight that night and the next night, when my mother found me alone in the dark, in my room I heard her call out: Who turned off the nightlight? and I spoke up. I did. My mother was so surprised and she looked at me and said, Oh you clever girl, well done, good girl. I never needed the nightlight again.

Except for the subtle knowing awareness of my Guardian Angel being close by, from time to time, I have no conscious memory of seeing him again as a child. Even into adulthood, I was always afraid to sleep with my thumb sticking out from under the bed covers—just in case he came to get me.

In time, I would learn that my nightly visitor is of the Angels of the Christ Presence — robed, very enlightened beings, about to become Archangels in Angelic evolution They are very holy beings, not seen very often.. It would take time for me to have the awareness that it was a privilege that he should come to me.

There were times when I found it quite difficult to see him as a holy being when all he seemed to do was pull at my thumb. Later in life I would gain understanding.

I have questioned why, as a new babe, I did not recognize this holy being. Let’s face it—he had a rather, in earthly terms, scary appearance standing there in front of me. I am reminded that such descriptions are really, very earth related. In spirit, we do not require such grandiose descriptions. We simply are.

I remember, initially, I was not afraid - fear seemed to come with the conditioning that we are raised with. We are told as children that our invisible friends are not real—we then push them away; in time, we do forget them and move into the world with our consciousness dimmed. Most often, we just forget. Yet I never did!

I had now reached a point in my life, as an adult, where I was more than ready for clarification—from my own consciousness. I was ready to accept answers to my questions no matter what those answers were. I needed to find those answers for myself. I had spent the previous twelve months recovering from some serious operations. My subsequent health problems left me struggling to regain a sense of normality. I wanted to know why my Guardian Angel had not come to me when I cried out to him for help.

I had tried many times to ask the universe about this visitor who interrupted me nightly as a child. I had not felt that I had received an answer and was somewhat annoyed. As I look back, I know that I asked from a place of resentfulness.

This time, it was different. I was in a place of total peacefulness and acceptance. There was no resentment in my being; there was No fear: there was no attitude. I had gotten rid of the ‘chip on my shoulder’ so to speak. I felt so much at peace. From acceptance I can truly say I asked in love that I be given the knowledge of whom this being is. I needed to know the why