An Angel Coin

What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever found (and kept)?

This is one of the oddest things that ever happened to me. I’ll start by saying one thing, extraordinary as it sounds:

This did happen

I used to live in Glastonbury, one of the spiritual centres of the UK, and not home of the famous festival. It’s 6 miles away in Pilton.

Glastonbury has many excellent spiritual shops selling everything the spiritual thinker could wish for, including Angel coins. At that stage in my development I loved all such things, and the three designs available, one gifted to me, were kept in my purse at all times.

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At the time I was feeling a bit flat and uninspired, I definitely needed a lift. It came about via this newly published book, a beginner’s guide to cosmic ordering.

The best thing about cosmic ordering or The Law of Attraction is that it’s focused on mindset. Your thoughts create your life so the process is about having the good thoughts that help you create the good things.

I found the book fascinating. Step one was asking for signs from the universe She did say that if you asked to see a red car it wasn’t that God was up all night making loads of red cars, it was that you would start to notice what you were seeing. Start to really look and take in. This is key to noticing the nudges life gives us, the opportunities that appear, when a wish is answered.

She also said that we should ask for a sign from the universe we could not miss. So I asked for that sign, and being at a loss as to what I wanted to see, I decided that I would notice red cars.

A surreal day

I had to drive about half an hour to get to a show I wanted to visit. So I set out, determined to start seeing the world around me not drive past it.

I saw a red car, then another, then another. Doing well. Then it suddenly popped into my mind that around the next bend I would see 3 red cars one behind the other, coming the other way. It happened.

As I kept driving I also saw a bright red motorbike, and a bright red van with no decals or business signs anywhere. It felt good to know I was paying attention.

I got to the show and everywhere I turned there were symbols that I recognised as part of my belief system. Butterflies, dragonflies, feathers. I didn’t take it too seriously, I was just glad that I felt awake and present where I was. I felt more alive.

The sign!

Boy did the universe excel itself. Got home, we needed to go to a supermarket. As we drove there we saw an artistic structure on the edge of a farmer’s field. A motorbike, about 10’ long and 6’ high. It had sunflowers (the spiritual flower) as headlamps. It was pillar box red (bright if you’re not from the UK). That was really something.

It wasn’t the sign though. This was.

I was looking for change and there it was, I pulled them all out. Now I’m a very practical spiritual worker, no point in accepting things wholesale you have to establish that something cannot be explained away. It has to be real.

I turned each coin over and this one has a sticky price label on it. That, believe it or not was the clincher. Tony immediately took it to take that label off, I grabbed it back and said ‘don’t, leave it there.’

I hate sticky labels. I buy anything with a sticky label on it and it’s left on the worktop so that he can break his fingernails taking it off. I would definitely have asked him to remove it. I have never failed.

What was also interesting was the single feather on the reverse.

I had a Native American Guide at the time, he told me to research him on the internet, saying that he moved his tribe north to try to save them from the white Americans. I found an image and it was exactly who I saw in my mind’s eye. In reading about him I learned that although he was the chief, he only ever wore one single feather into battle because he knew the white man shot the chiefs knowing that the tribe would scatter, so he never wore a headdress.

Further research

As I said, a sign must be a sign so you must explore every avenue to try to make sure there’s no simple explanation.

I went into Glastonbury on the Monday. I visited the shops that I knew sold Angel coins, and all the others just in case someone was newly stocking them. They were only at the two places I knew about.

Both shop keepers allowed me to go through all their Angel coins, there wasn’t one like this. They couldn’t recall seeing one either. The design didn’t show up on line. To this day at least ten years later, I check every Angel coin I see wherever I go, and I’ve found nothing like it.

The label finally fell off last year. I guess it couldn’t stay stuck forever. This coin is still in a zipped compartment in my purse and always will be.

It remains me of a really joyful moment in my life, when I felt protected by angels and surrounded by love.

This is just one of the amazing things that have happened to me on this weird, magical, surprising and wonderful path.

Deb xx