The first oracle deck I have ever created, is finally complete! I am happy to announce that ~
Guidance & Inspiration From the Angelic Realm
is now open for pre-order!
Channeled from Archangel Michael, Archangel Raphael, and David Bowie, Guidance & Inspiration From the Angelic Realm is intended to provide you with not only spiritual guidance, but concentrating on the channeled phrases on the cards helps you to connect with your angels & spirit guides.
For the story of how this oracle deck came to be, please visit my deck’s blog.
The deck is all hand-created. I hand-painted the watercolor gouache backgrounds in color combinations I was shown so the colors associated with each phrase are also channeled. I created the font by hand and each phrase is handwritten, not computer-generated. Each original image was attuned to Reiki up to the master degree and also attuned to the * Clear Iridescent Energy Ray (* CIER) that is a new healing modality Archangel Michael is introducing to us at this time.
Please note that this is a self-published deck. As such it will have a limited print-run. I cannot guarantee how long copies will be available & please understand I am unable to hold copies in reserve.
Your deck arrives:
with a pouch
signed & numbered
attuned to Reiki & the * Clear Iridescent Energy Ray (* CIER)
The channeled guide shall arrive in PDF format to the email address you have on file with PayPal.
Shipping is via Priority in the USA and 1st Class Air to all other countries. Please choose the correct link for your location. The first link is for USA Priority mail orders and the second link is for Worldwide 1st Class Air shipping if you live outside the USA.
I shall begin shipping decks in mid-February, 2017.
The pre-order price of $35 USD per deck will remain in effect until January 9th, at which point the price will increase to $40 USD per deck.
If you wish to order multiple decks, please contact me prior to placing your order so I can give you a discount.
If you have questions, I can be reached via email at IsisRaAnpu@gmail.com.
The prices below are for both the deck & shipping, combined.
* The Clear Iridesent Energy Ray (CIER) is a new healing modality I have channeled from Archangel Michael. I teach this modality online. This modality works both on the healing frequency as well as manifesting frequency. If you are interested in learning more about the CIER, please contact me via email at IsisRaAnpu@gmail.com or send me a PM on Facebook. The next course shall begin in February, 2017. Contact me to join the wait list.
I have 2 animals I have to medicate & cook special food for because on Thurs – Friday (while my husband was in the hospital with sudden heart issues & no history of problems) they both came down with serious digestive issues (not related to one another). Vet bill of $457 for the 2 of them on Friday.
This morning I’m giving the dog her medication first. The cat decides to go CRAZY & she rushes Sheila trying to get the piece of bread from her! They are both on a restricted diet, limited food intake so obviously the poor kitty is starving. The dog BITES HER IN THE FACE!!!! My cat’s ENTIRE FACE WAS INSIDE THE DOG’S MOUTH!!!!!! I’m screaming as Sheila PICKS THE CAT UP BY THE FACE & tosses her to the side! Blue lands on her side. I’m still screaming at this point. The dog finishes her medication that’s inside the bread. The cat sits there looking appalled. The main thing was that she is fine, praise the gods!!!!!!
If that wasn’t enough, I had a load of clothes in the dryer. I’m going about my business & just as the lawn guy shows up I smell something funny. Something BURNING.
You know how your mind can work a million miles an hour in an instant as you go over the possibilities? Was it a candle? That is always my first thought. I run up to my office before realizing I currently do not have any candles burning for my family or any clients. The smell was gone so I went back downstairs realizing it’s not coming from the stove and track the smell ….
…. to the DRYER!
I quickly open it not knowing what I’ll find. Evidently, something went really WRONG with the heating element. The smell was so bad I slammed the door shut & made sure the power button was in the OFF position. That entire load of clothes is ruined.
There went my brand new David Bowie t-shirt a friend had just sent me. And it was
purple!! My favorite color!! POOF!
My husband comes home (he got out of the hospital Friday night after a battery of tests) to tell me his car died & he had to get a jump from someone … while a massive downpour was occurring! At least he’s home even if he is soaked to the skin. This is going to be the SECOND brand new battery he puts in his car in a month. I told him last time, something is wrong with the terminals. I just “know” things because, well, I’m psychic after all. Does he EVER listen to me? NO. He’s convinced he bought a dud battery.
Then I have to tell him his favorite jeans are probably smoked. Hubby is now a most unhappy camper & decided to pull all the burned up smelling clothes OUT of the dryer & he proceeds to stink up the ENTIRE HOUSE!! My cat is very sensitive to smell. She gave out a little squeal and ran up to my office. I found her in her litter box, which has a lid so it’s like a little cave. Good thing I had just changed out all the litter last night. Having her entire face in the dog’s mouth didn’t bother her, but the stink of the burned clothes sure did.
Meanwhile, hubby is downstairs cussing up a storm over the clothes. He’s yelling, “OMG! NONE OF THIS IS SALVAGEABLE! MY JEANS! OMG!! YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS FOR ME TO FIND A NICE FITTING PAIR OF JEANS!! SHIT!!! %@&^$!($&+@#^!!!”
I yell down, “SHUT UP! Remember your HEART!”
He quiets down & says to me, “And NO, you are NOT going to run off to Kohl’s to replace all these clothes! We can’t afford it!” I tell him I have no intention of doing that while thinking to myself, “hey dude, most of them are YOUR clothes, so I’m not too bothered over it except for my new Bowie t-shirt I shall now never get to wear.” I kind of snicker to myself.
Sometimes you just gotta laugh or you’ll cry.
My husband comes upstairs to change out of his soaked clothes glowering like you would not believe. I stay in my office & follow my cat’s lead. Too bad I couldn’t crawl into the litter box with her to avoid what was coming next.
Oh yes, it gets WORSE, my friends!!! MUCH WORSE!!!
The lawn guy is outside mowing our grass. We both have severe grass allergies to the point we can’t go in the yard for 24 hours once the grass has been cut, so we have to hire someone to take care of that bit of yard work for us.
Dave’s out there mowing. He loves doing yard work. Being a retired school teacher he says it keeps him busy. Meanwhile, I hear thunder off in the distance …
About 15 minutes later it begins to rain. I hear more thunder. I think to myself where there’s thunder, there’s lightning and Dave is out there pushing a lawnmower made of METAL!!
He never stopped. That crazy man finished our yard. I had told him earlier on the phone if it’s raining when you get to our house please come back another day because with all the thunder & lightning we’ve had lately it won’t be safe. So he knew it was okay by me for him to leave mid-job and come back another day. Instead, he risked his life to complete our yard. By the time he was nearly finished lightning was close by. There was maybe two seconds between the thunder claps and the lightning flashes. Meanwhile I’m in the house with my phone literally in my hand with the 9 & the 1 already dialed so I can hit the other 1 for the paramedics.
Luckily, Dave completed the yard without incident, but that is one crazy man!! We couldn’t afford it, but I gave him a $10 tip anyway. He was most appreciative, but I did have to scold him and I told him DO NOT work with metal lawn equipment in the middle of a storm! No one’s yard is worth your health or your life. He pretended to listen to me, but I knew it was going in one ear and straight out the other since I often see that look on my husband’s face.
I go in to deal with the nasty clothes and I’m running the ceiling fans in every room trying to get the stench to do something besides hang out in my sinuses.
Stuart goes out to the garage to get himself a frozen dinner from our chest freezer. He comes back in the house laughing hysterically with a frozen dinner in his hand as he tells me, “Nefer, you won’t believe this, but our chest freezer? I think it went out!”
I go out there, check it out, and yep, the darn thing not only went out, but by my best estimate it went out about 24 hours ago, at least! The food in the center up top is not only completely thawed out, it’s barely cold at all.
So!!! Now I’m telling Stuart to bring me garbage bags as I start pulling out the fish, the steak, the chicken, all the while thinking wow, an entire load of clothes have to go in the trash and now we’ve probably lost most if not all the food in our chest freezer!
I was too busy dealing with the food to even feel stunned. I went into autopilot mode.
I filled 3 full-size garbage bags full of food in various states of temperature from room temperature to barely refrigerator food temperature. THREE BAGS. Meanwhile I’m thinking, “OMG, all this money! First the clothes, then the necessary tip, & now all this food!”
I managed to salvage ONE garbage bag worth of food. ONE. The kid will be upset. She’s addicted to fudgesicles. Well, they’re all in fudgesicle heaven now, which unfortunately is not her stomach. Today’s the first day of school. She ALWAYS has a fudgie (as she calls them) when she gets home; and, my kid is a creature of habit and when the habits change for any reason, well, let’s just say it ain’t pretty.
Meanwhile, we’ll be going vegan for the week! We have plenty of frozen vegetables, but no meat! We’re on a very strict budget since my husband lost his job last October & I had just bought groceries Thursday morning. When it rains, it pours, I guess. Meanwhile, it was literally pouring outside. A regular monsoon of end-of-the-world proportions.
Then I realize it’s been storming here for a week now, what if the chest freezer didn’t go out? What if it was merely the circuit breaker into which it was plugged in? I check it, press the little button …
The freezer kicks on!
Eureka! Something actually worked out today!!!
I manage to fit the food I was able to save into the kitchen freezer by some miracle. I’m standing there looking into the freezer with a smile on my face feeling damn proud of myself.
I then turn around to discover the dog had peed on the floor. In all the confusion neither one of us had considered she was overdue to be let out in the yard, plus she hasn’t been feeling well so we’re having to let her out more frequently than usual.
I stand there looking at the puddle of dog pee as I estimate this job is going to require at least half a roll of paper towels. I open the cabinet to get a roll out. No rolls. No paper towels!! I spin around to find only HALF a roll on the stand in the kitchen. I had to use every last paper towel to clean up the dog pee, but hey, at least that got done, then I disinfected the floor while Sheila watched me looking quite forlorn. I did not yell at the poor creature. She was so sick the past few days, but she felt guilty all the same.
When I went out to the garage to throw that mess out what do I find? A brand new package of 8 rolls of paper towels! I had forgotten they were out there, but I’m glad we have them.
All of this occurred today starting at 10:45 AM. It is now 1:40 PM. I sure hope it’s all blown over.
Did you know you have several spirit guides? Everyone does. Some have just a few while some, like my daughter, have 31 (!!). Why she needs so many is anyone’s guess, but she is a teenager so that may be the reason. Perhaps all teens have over 30 guides.
I have many, many people ask me all the time, “Nefer, how can I contact my spirit guides? I don’t have any. No one ever answers me!”
Not true! You DO have spirit guides AND they answer! You just haven’t learned how to listen yet. More on that in another blog post. Here, I want to show you how EASY it is to make an initial connection with your own set of spirit guides.
This comes from a happy accident that happened to me yesterday. This is the type of accident that as it is occurring you don’t realize it’s an accident until you look back on it later.
A couple of weeks ago I had purchased a very nice piece of azurite from a shop that was holding their monthly psychic fair. Now, I very seldom go to these things simply because I have no need, but my daughter wanted her cards read so I took her since there is NO WAY she would EVER go to MOM for a card reading! Oh, perish the thought!!
I was not looking for azurite, but I was looking for a few other stones. I have a piece of tumbled azurite & was happy with it so I didn’t need a new piece, or so I thought. As I passed it by one piece really caught my eye. It wasn’t as pretty as two out of the four additional pieces they had on display, but there was just something about it. I guess I was picking up on its energy.
I picked it up & the second I did it felt like something within the stone latched onto me. It didn’t want to release my hand & the azurite felt like it was glued to my palm. I pulled it out of my hand with my right hand, but that didn’t work either because then it just attached itself to my right palm. I figured OK, fine. I guess this means you’re going home with me. I bought the darn thing & took it home.
I did what you regularly do with new stones. I cleansed it in a mild solution of spring water with a tiny pinch of sea salt (never use much salt as that can ruin many of the more delicate stones, just FYI – a tiny pinch is all you need because you’re working with the salt’s energy signature, not the salt itself). I then set it out under the full moon (this purchase had good timing) to further cleanse. The next day I left it out in the sun for a few hours in a new solution of just spring water asking Father Ra to charge it for use with my third eye and crown chakras in particular.
I placed the azurite with my other favorite pieces and there it sat for about 10 days looking pretty.
Yesterday afternoon after a day of doing 3 readings and feeling a bit drained I decided to use my new azurite to balance my crown and third eye chakras. This is a very simple process. Other stones you can use are: amethyst (the darker, the better), rose quartz (this is best for connecting with your angels), and clear quartz.
What I do is as follows:
I hold the stone in my LEFT hand. You take energy IN through the left side & send it OUT through the right side.
I focused on my angels & spirit guides asking them to bless &work through the azurite to cleanse and balance my crown chakra first.
I then carefully balanced the piece of azurite on the top of my head, which is the location of the crown chakra.
I took three deep, slow breaths.
Next, I held the azurite in my left hand against my third eye chakra (located in the center of your forehead just above the bridge of your nose).
Again, I took three deep, slow breaths.
As I was about to put the azurite back on my altar with it still held against my third eye chakra I felt something amazing. It was as if a bolt of energy entered the azurite and then zapped me right through my third eye! I felt the bolt go clear to the back of my head and OUT. I nearly fell backwards!
I put the azurite back on my altar and immediately sat down because the room was tilted at about a 30 degree angle from my perspective. I quickly regained my composure and felt fine. I filed the experience in the over-stuffed “Gee, Wasn’t That Weird!” file and went about my day.
Fast forward to about 4 hours later. It was time to drive my daughter to work.
I don’t bother with the radio for such a drive. I’m about to pull out of the parking lot into traffic when I hear a male voice coming from the passenger seat of my car. I’m the only one in the car with the a/c on & windows closed.
The voice tells me in a very calm matter-of-fact tone: “You should turn the radio on because they’re about to play David Bowie.” I figured NO because The Eagle in Houston basically sucks & they don’t play Bowie. But you know how it is. You hear a strange voice & first you freak out, then you figure well maybe I ought to turn on the radio. I do so & hear the concluding strains of some crap song & then FAME comes on!!!!
It was all I could do to not run my car off the road in shock!
I can tell you the voice belonged to a man & he sounded to be in his late 40s, maybe early 50s. Mature-sounding. He had a typical American accent so he may have been from the Midwest, which is considered the ideal American accent to have.
Once the song started up & I avoided wrecking my car from the shock, I did ask him who he was. All he said was “Shh!” I was like, “well, then!”
My impression at the time was that he didn’t want us talking over the song, then by the time I pulled into my driveway right after “Fame” concluded Def Leppard’s “Pour Some Sugar On Me” came on. That’s my 2nd favorite song by them so I was rocking out in my driveway. I probably scared him away with my brand of “singing.”
Today the new guide’s been a bit chatty. He tells me his name is Roger & he has already apologized 4 times for NOT being David Bowie, which strikes me as being really funny. A spirit guide named Roger! Not very exotic. No Native American Shaman, or ancient Egyptian high priest, or even a teacher from the past. He said, and I quote because it’s just too dang funny:
“I’m just plain ‘ol Roger. There’s nothing spectacularly special about me. I was just hanging around & someone said hey! Wanna be a guide? I figured that sounded interesting so I said yes & here I am! I’m also very sorry to be so disappointing right off the bat like this. I am not David Bowie, but he’ll be around. You can’t see me, but as I say that I’m winking at you.”
I received this message in a brief session of automatic writing. My new guide signed it:
“Just Plain ‘Ol Roger”
Poor Roger! I feel bad for him! I guess that the method I used to connect with my new piece of azurite basically turned out to be like rubbing a genie’s bottle, but instead of some great powerful genie, Plain ‘Ol Roger popped out!
Try my method and let me know if it works for you. A more detailed method has a page dedicated to it at my website so do check it out. And remember, whenever you attempt to connect with your spirit guides or angels, ALWAYS call on some form of spiritual protection FIRST – even after regular contact has been established. The reason behind this is that lower spirits will attempt to masquerade as higher spirits in their attempt to mislead you. You can easily avoid this by calling on some form of spiritual protection first. Secondly, keep trying! Do not give up. It took me about four months before I noticed anything and then my guides at first only spoke to me in my dreams. Now they are seldom quiet. Sometimes I think I’m a good example of that old saying, “be careful what you ask for.” So do be careful. Remember, protection first EVERY time, and if you at first you don’t succeed, try, try again. It’ll happen eventually.
When I woke up this morning my first thought of the day was this:
“OMG, what a totally SHITTY dream! Bowie dead? WTH!!”
I went about my business. This state of bliss lasted a full hour. Then I got online. The shock & grief has hit me all over again!
I’m not crying my eyes out like I did yesterday, nor am I strangling my poor cat with hugs (at least not yet, but that’s probably coming!). Yet, I feel such a VOID. A tremendous sense of loss I have not felt since my own parents died in 2008 and 2009.
As an empathic psychic intuitive, Sunday night I felt it. This SHIFT. A sudden change in everything. A sudden change in the energy field of the entire world. I turned on the TV and didn’t see anything earth shattering occurring so I turned it off and my husband and I went to sleep with me telling him, “tomorrow morning there will be some terrible news.”
Like Obi-Wan Kenobi, I had felt it. A tremendous disturbance in The Force.
My husband’s standard reply to my psychic forecasts is always, “yeah, whatever.” He rolled over and was snoring within five minutes. I laid there wide awake until well after 2:30 AM just knowing the next day the world would be forever altered.
I woke up the next morning and after checking on my family I felt a slight sense of relief, yet I also felt something was OFF. Definitely VERY off. I felt odd. I felt like a stranger in my own home. Suddenly, everything looked different to me. It didn’t look like MY house. These items did not feel like MY things.
I carried out my usual morning routine and it was during my cup of coffee a sense of grief suddenly and inexplicably overcame me. I called my favorite uncle. He was fine and happy to hear from me. He said if he died he would be sure to let me know immediately. He would, too!
Then I began my work day, which always begins with me going into my email and then checking my messages & the groups I administer on Facebook. My usual morning continues with doing readings and performing candle work. Afternoons are used for creating works of visionary art on commission and working on future deck and book projects. That is my day everyday in a nutshell.
The morning of January 11, 2016 would be very different from any morning I have experienced since December 9, 1980, which, until 2009 had been the worst morning of my entire life ~ the morning after the evening John Lennon was murdered.
That day, despite my wonderful dad staying home to help my mom break the terrible news to me, my parents forced me to attend school. I was a senior in high school at the time. I wore a Beatles t-shirt, one of many in my collection at the time. My t-shirt was covered with every Beatles button I owned.
The experience was surreal. The halls were 80% empty. I had a substitute for every single class. Complete strangers were walking up to me in the hallways expressing their sympathies and giving me hugs. I cried the entire day in front of everyone. The next day I was sick from all of it so my parents had no choice but to allow me to remain home where I mourned John in private.
On the morning of September 20, 2009 at 9:35 AM I received the phone call to inform me my father had just passed. My family had been all dressed and literally on our way out the door to attend church. Instead, we drove to his room at the nursing home where he had been living out his final months suffering from Parkinson’s Disease and dementia. It was there I hugged and cried over the corpse of my father who had worked two jobs most of his life, but in between always found time to take me to the park where he taught me to play baseball and tennis.
September 20, 2009 was the most difficult morning of my life.
My dad was my HERO. He always put me first and made great financial sacrifices to send me to college when he himself never had any education beyond the sixth grade level. He had been a laborer his entire life, but he never complained. His nickname for me was, “Mi Tesora,” which is Spanish for, “my treasure.”
I took his death very hard, obviously. I still miss him and always shall. That is a void that will never be filled by anyone or anything else.
I also have an artistic, and in a way, a professional father. A man whom I never met in this reality, yet he taught me what it was like to be fearless. To be true to yourself.
To BE yourself.
He taught me about the possibility of personal reinvention, which I carried out on myself in 1996 when I realized the academic career I had chosen for myself was clearly not for me. I have been living my reinvented life ever since and enjoying it immensely.
David Bowie showed me that reinventing yourself was not only possible, but in some cases it was the only thing to do in order to evolve and continue on your life path.
There are three musicians I admire more than all others combined. No one else even comes close. John Lennon was one. David Bowie is another. My favorite is Paul McCartney.
I never got to see John perform, but I was blessed to see David perform three times and
Paul five times, the latest being in 2012 when I had the ultimate pleasure of taking my child, then 14 years old, to her first Paul McCartney concert, which she enjoyed so much that she cried ~ and she isn’t a huge fan by any stretch of the imagination. I told her I was taking her because I knew it would be good for her soul. She protested a bit, but at the concert I watched as tears of happiness streamed down her face. When it was over I asked her, “Now, wasn’t that just the best darn thing you’ve ever seen?” All she could do was nod. She was still overcome with emotion.
All three of these people have one thing in common other than music: they were (and are!) all icons. An icon defines an age, a state of being. The Beatles defined a generation. I can’t tell you how many times I have seen that statement in print.
As for David Bowie, he was making conceptual music videos a decade before MTV was a gleam in anyone’s eye. You most likely will be hard pressed to find anyone to argue with the statement that Bowie fathered the music video revolution that redefined music and performance.
These days we take music videos for granted and many are honestly downright irritating, but back in the early 70’s, for Bowie, videos were a conceptual art form before anyone even knew what a music video really was, except for The Beatles, of course, who also broke ground with music videos back in the 1960s that were not straight performance pieces or psychedelic lip syncing exercises.
As you can see from the “Space Oddity” video, Bowie was so far ahead of his time that it scared people and caused many to misunderstand that his Ziggy, Thin White Duke, and the other characters were just that – characters. David Bowie was an artist who was merely acting out his own intellectual constructs. He was the ultimate method actor. He lived his characters and through him his characters lived life.
Facing his own impending death, Bowie wrote and recorded what he knew what was to be his final album and final videos. He had been diagnosed with terminal cancer around eighteen months ago, but only his inner circle knew.
Leave it to David Bowie as the consummate performer to transmute his death into one final piece of Art, the video for the song, “Lazarus,” named for the man whom Jesus Christ rose from the dead.
I feel the title of the song is quite telling. It’s Bowie’s last message to the world.
“I may be physically gone, but I have left my mark. I shall never be forgotten. My fans will remember me and keep me alive in their hearts. Future generations will discover my work and I shall continue to live on. Now and always” ~ message received 1/12/16.
It is in that manner that David Bowie will continue to rise from the dead over and over and over again as his work is rediscovered by many.
In the words of another icon, “Well we all shine on like the moon and the stars and the sun” ~ John Lennon.
I am by far no expert on world culture or even music, but I know one thing. When musical and cultural historians look back on the year 2016, I believe the defining moment has already occurred.