Today as I shifted between just barely waking up and being fully awake after a nap, I had a dream/vision of a bunch of tall angels hanging out by my bed.
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They were waiting for me to pay attention – seems they get impatient with my need for sleep. They had a message for me: we are here to fill your wishes!
As they said that – which was really more like a transmission of profound Knowing – a thunderous chorus with no words – I sprang up in bed with silver tears blasting out of my eyes like watery rockets.
My heart felt like it was right about to explode. I was almost too hot from the warmth they’d poured into all my cells. I somehow lost the feeling of ME-ness, and was swept into the sweetest swirling infinitude.
Instead of world-sounds, a rushing wooshing pounded in my ears, like waves swelling up onto the sand and sweeping back out on a stormy day. Swooosh, swaaash, swooosh, swaaash.
They left. No – rather, I lost awareness of them as I experienced these tremendous sensations. When I was finally able to remember who I was, they had vanished.
I laid back down to try to capture and store the memory of what they had ‘said’, how it had felt, and what words came up into my mind after that. I grabbed pen and paper and wrote out as much as I could before the magic wore off.
This was the first wish that came to mind.
I had already drawn Red Birdies a few hours earlier.
As I wrote those first wishing-words, I remembered how as I drew that image, I was absently mulling over how neat it would be if I could sing as pretty as the birdies outside, and how I wished the beach was closer to where I live.
What a surprise to have in-between-sleep-and-waking-up angels around my bed. I had no idea there were Wishing Angels. Now I do!
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What would you wish for, if you knew for certain you had your very own Wishing angels just hanging out waiting for you to say, “I wish . . . . ”
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© Angela Treat Lyon 2026