The White Light of Grace: Reflections on the Life of a Spiritual Intuitive

Since early childhood, I have heard the whispers of angels and witnessed manifestations in the darkness of the night. . . . On those occasions, I would jump out of bed and wake my parents to inform them that the angel who I referenced as the "blue man" visited. Although [they] could not see what I saw, I knew that Archangel Michael was there.

I spent a fair part of my life pushing away the sensations and connections which defined me. But on September 11, 2001, my life was dramatically altere...