Divine Visits. Josie Varga

with all of you whom I love so much.” I had set out to rescue a stranger in dire need and that stranger had instead rescued me.

      In retrospect, whenever those of us who knew Uva remembered her, we all agreed that there was something very special and glowing about her. She brightened a room simply by entering it, and we felt so much love and happiness just by being in her presence. She had uniqueness about her that was beyond special and mysterious. But then again, angels always do.

My Miraculous Mission from God

       Sunni Welles

      Arizona

      Spiritual Medium

      Author of Glimpses of Heaven from the Angels Who Live There Radio Host—Ask the Angels on Blog Talk Radio

       www.sunniwelles.com

      I don't have a college degree of any kind. I do not have a degree in theology or counseling, nor am I a student of metaphysics. I am, and have been, an actor since childhood, then later a dancer and singer of jazz. Intermixed with, desperately at times, trying to make a living in show business, I have been a waitress, bartender, gift shop salesclerk, car salesperson, office supplies sales manager, and a representative salesperson for a line of jewelry, make-up, and health products. I have sold encyclopedias door to door. I have been a telemarketing manager for large companies and small. I have been a cosmetologist, a masseuse, and more—if you can imagine.

      But besides the difficult times in my life, there have been good times too, especially the several years I was blessed to perform and sing solo at the Debbie Reynolds Hotel in Las Vegas. I worked with some truly talented performers at Debbie's hotel, and I really loved that period of my life. I loved my friends, especially Debbie, and I believe that we all became like extended family to each other, which added an extra dimension to my life as an entertainer. This heaven was not to last, however. Debbie was having insurmountable difficulties with the hotel, and we realized that our little family was going to be broken apart.

      There were some who held on there, in the last days, who felt such sheer sadness that it was palpable. I cried most nights because, after almost three years, this most wonderful dream was coming to an end. I was going through unmistakable anxiety about the separation that was fast approaching.

      One night I was alone at home in my bedroom. It was about eight o'clock. I was on my bed praying to God to please help Debbie with whatever she needed so that this little show business family would not have to be disbanded and that I would still have a place to feel at home and feel loved. I also prayed that if it was indeed in God's plan that all this would come to an end, I hoped he would allow me to continue to entertain and to sing or at the very least that he might provide a day job that would give me enough income to pay my bills. I did not make a lot of money, and everything that I did make went to keeping a roof over my head or for something necessary for my career in show business. These needs were not molehills to surmount but mountains of great challenge. I told God that if these things couldn't be worked out, I wished he would just please bring me home. I was exhausted from the struggle.

      It was in that moment of prayer that I had the realization that I was being just too self-pitying, too self-involved, and too self-absorbed. I decided at that very moment to change my prayer and to have faith and trust in God for everything. I decided to honor his will as he surely knows at all times and in every moment what will be best for us, both in our earthly needs as well as in our spiritual growth. I continued to pray, but my prayer changed completely. With the absolute intent of my heart I prayed, “Father, never mind everything I have just said and have asked you for because if it is not your will, Lord God, then I don't want any of it. I'm so sorry for my prideful requests and self-centered ways. Please forgive me in my self-pity, and let your will be done in my life. Father, thy will be done, whatever that might be. Make me your servant, Father, and bring to me the work that you have given me to do, no matter what that might be.”

      I don't think I have ever been more serious. I put my whole heart, mind, and body into my prayer. And then a miracle happened! As I mentioned, I was sitting on my bed. I was directly across from the floor-to-ceiling mirrors on my closet doors. In the instant after I said my prayer, I looked up and saw twinkling lights in the mirror. They appeared to be off in the distance but were very quickly getting larger and moving closer. There were two very bright lights with many other lights twinkling around them. Suddenly the two brightest lights took shape before me.

      My first reaction was one of fear. Many thoughts were flying fast and furiously in my mind as I was thinking at the same time, Oh my God, what's happening? Is this some sort of UFO or alien phenomenon? What is going on? I remember I tried to say out loud in what turned out to be only a whisper, “I rebuke thee, Satan. I bind you in the name of Jesus!” My fear was such that for seconds it seemed I couldn't breathe. I followed my rebuke with the beginning of the Lord's Prayer, but by that time I began to feel a sense of peace come over me. It was a sensation of calming that I could never begin to describe with mere and totally inadequate words.

      My fear subsided completely as I observed the lights beginning to change into two of the most beautiful beings I have ever seen—the most complete and total beings of light. They were opaque, and yet I could see through them at times to the mirror behind. They were such an incredible whiteness of light that there were beams of light shooting from their bodies and all around them. Behind their heads it was as if there was a spotlight that backlit what appeared to be shining auburn and brownish tones to the color of their hair.

      One had long hair to his shoulders and the other had a shorter, more cropped, close-to-the head style. I noticed no jewelry or accoutrements that would distract my eye from their gorgeous, illuminative faces. One had very visibly sparkling blue eyes. The other's eyes, soft and tender, were a deep sea-foam green. The beings wore beautiful robes that were perhaps like those a monk would wear—only these were bright white and free flowing. They seemed to billow softly in an unseen, unfelt wind. They had gold and silvery shining sort of rope belts about their waists. The belts hung loosely to their hips with tassels hanging down to one side. The tassels also flickered with light. I was aware of their feet for only brief seconds, and when I could see them clearly, I saw that the beings wore some sort of sandals which wrapped around their ankles. The sandals appeared to be leather although I cannot be sure because I saw them for such a short amount of time.

      At other times the bottom part of their legs didn't show at all, and the beings seemed to be suspended in midair. Each had behind him (they were both male figures) a pair of beautifully large and feathery iridescent wings which I could see the tops of but were closed and seemed to be attached to their backs.

      I was in a state of complete and total awe! As I watched these beings, I realized that I was hearing words in my head. But as I looked at the beings’ mouths moving, I saw that the thought sounds and words I was hearing mismatched the mouth movements. For a moment it struck me as funny because what I was seeing looked like one of those old foreign films where the dubbing of English words didn't quite match the mouth movements. In this case, the beings’ mouths were moving in advance of the sounds I was hearing. I think I must have smiled and maybe chuckled over this.

      But even though by then I was feeling totally at ease, I was still awestruck by what I was seeing. The words each being spoke came to me in a hushed yet amplified way. The thoughts also came very fast to my understanding just as a cassette tape that is fast-forwarding yet you are still able to understand it. I understood all their words. They had perfect timing—one spoke when the other would pause. Everything they said to me was set apart from the other thoughts that were still racing in my head. Their voices were distinctive. Each had its own melodious tone, and I would have been able to tell them apart even if I had not been watching whose mouth was moving.

      I sat on my bed unable to move, dumbstruck as I heard the following words from these most wonderful beings of light: “Do not be afraid, Sunni, for we are angels of God, and we were sent by God to bring you that which you have requested of our Lord. Your mission and service to the Creator will be