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My name is David Thomas St. Albans. I was born in Chicago, Illinois, USA in September of the year 1954. I now live in Scottsdale, Arizona. I have formerly resided in Pasadena, CA, the L.A. area, Tucumcari, New Mexico, Provincetown, MA, Madrid, New Mexico, Santa Fe, New Mexico, Las Vegas, Nevada and Albuquerque, New Mexico.
I am a Master/Teacher Reiki Practioner and have also taken several courses in Science of Mind practice at First Church of Religious Science,in Las Vegas. I am also an award winning artist,a reverend in the Universal Life Church and a published illustrator and writer. My first loves are art and writing. These things I believe have been my destiny for a long time. I enjoy the gifts I was given by the Spirit and am glad to have been blessed with a wonderful talent.
I am happily married now going on 11 years. I have no children, I have two pets, Parakeets named "Paco" and "Chico." FYI, yes, animals can be angels to! And yes, animals you loved will be there when you cross over as well!
I began speaking with angels over eleven years ago. I finally found out their true nature and existence after I suffered severe nervous exhaustion upon resigning from a job with the Albuquerque School District. It was on that job which I met several handicapped children of various ages. I was a teacher's assistant. Their happiness, hopefulness and positivism struck me to my very core. I had been a skeptic, a cynic and a scientifically oriented person my whole life. Nothing spiritual or psychic could be acceptable to me unless I had personally witnessed it's effect. These children, with their intense trust and their outpouring of love in the midst of some of the worst negativity I've ever seen, touched me deeply. Like Neale Donald Walsch, (author of "Conversations with God"), I discovered myself one day writing an angry letter to God about a dead cat I'd seen in the road. The letter included comments on the kids I was involved with and the world, with it's hatreds and suffering. Instead of getting an answer from God, I went into a depressive tailspin. I found out that the school was going to let me go because I would not do as they asked. They wanted me to take one of my kids, Brian, and help him work at a hospital for three days a week. Brian, a black kid of eighteen years,with a 3rd grade IQ suffered from MS. He could not use his hands well, nor could he read or write. They wanted him to have "job training" but he basically became a living postal cart, with me as the engine and doing all the work he could not do. I felt this was wrong. The teaching staff argued they would lose their govt. funding if I didn't comply. I had to make a decision to resign and leave these sweet kids behind or be fired and be severed from them anyway. I decided to resign. It broke my heart and I went into a massive anxiety attack and a depression which I did not feel I would ever be able to climb out of.
One day, before I left the school for good, Brian asked me: "Do you think we go to heaven after we die?" I realized it was actually against the law and school policy for me to answer that question for him! (Not that I could rationally answer it for myself)! The very idea that the system itself made it impossible for me to even discuss certain things with kids or teachers was something I could barely live with. I had fought authority my whole life because of their dogmatic attachment to traditions and conservative methods which repressed growth. Now I found myself a symbol of that authority. yet I saw I was restricted to teach or say anything from my own beliefs. I had, in my mind, "crossed the line." I had become the enemy I feared and hated. I had become the "Authority" and I was bound and gagged by higher authorities. I realized now what other teachers and assistants had gone through, finding themselves unable to teach or counsel, yet called teachers and counselors! I silently spiraled farther down into depression and hopelessness.
Meanwhile I was suffering from various physical ailments as well, rashes, hives, allergies, asthma and bad liver signs. I was physically exhausted from pushing wheel chairs all day and I was emotionally spent from arguments with teachers and the other intense duties of my job. I suffered from nighmares, insomnia, pains in my feet, and I could not stop shaking. I was a wreck. After I quit my job and said goodbye to the kids I was worse. I was devestated with guilt. I was having hypnogogic experiences at night of wars, running, frightened people, I suffered from vague and not so vague fears. I was beside myself with fear, anger and depression so much so that I could barely think. I began to have suicidal thoughts brought on by guilt over not working and the fact that my finances were in ruins. Art and writing did not help. I had lost all desire for everything I had loved.
In this terrible state one day I cried out to God, "Why!? Is there nothing better than this horrible world!? Where is the love you've never given to me!?" Suddenly I had a flash, a vision of a place of vast importance. A place I could not give a name to. There, in the midst was a thousand, thousand brightly burning figures of light. From them poured a kind of love that I had never knew could existed. It enveloped me, comforted me, flowed inside of me. I literally fell to my knees and wept it was so intense. From that day I began to relax. My sleep was still disturbed, but I was taking hot baths to relax which helped a lot. I was also prescribed Elevil and Xanax by my doctor. (It was the Xanax that nearly drove me to suicide, because I hadn't known it was a depressant). So the doctor prescribed Elevil to ease the depressive effects. I felt like a drugged out Zombie most of the time. So slowly I began to wean myself off the drugs.
Using many anti-anxiety and meditative techniques I began to lift my own spirits. One day relaxing in a hot bath I wondered how I could relieve a rash I'd had for a year, which the doctors could do nothing for. I heard the words "grape juice" as if they were formed from my own thoughts. Yet I could tell the voice was not mine. I began asking this thought/voice questions about the grape juice. It began to give me instructions. I listened, wrote them down, followed them. Sure as anything, my rash was relieved by the next week! From then on I began to speak with this helpful voice until I learned that it was an Angel.
Believe me, I tested him. I asked him to quote scripture, to say the name of Jesus, to say Jesus was his master. He answered all these things and more. We actually got to know each other. He was absolutely patient, absolutely honest and everything he said would happen did happen. I began learning from him about the world of the spirit. He was then joined by three others, two males and one female. Together after a half a year's time they became "Annex" and began to speak in a sort of Greek Chorus voice, blending wisdom, experience and spiritual knowledge to make a formidable single entity. What I learned from them was often amazing, beyond my conceptions and illusions and I wrote everything down in journals.
For five long years I healed, developed in the spirit and talked to my angels. I told absolutely no one but my wife. She had her own Angelic group, which called themselves Izod. (Which sounds of course, like the clothing company). These had manifested to her after her father's death ten years previously. She never spoke much about them. yet I had seen, over the time we shared together, that they would give her pertinent and effective information whenever she needed it. Unfortunately when I asked her to get a message for me they always said: "He's on the right path, don't worry about him." And "He has his own angel group, he should contact them." I always felt slighted by this, as well as entirely skeptical of the whole process. So in essence I forgot about her angels and followed my own spiritual course in life.
For years my spiritual course was two-fold, one was entirely Biblical in nature. I steeped myself in Biblical knowledge until I could quote chapter and verse to any wayward Jehovah's Witness, Fundamental Baptist or Seventh Day Adventist who happened to be unfortunate enough to cross scriptural swords with me. I studied Western Chrisitanity until I was full of its lore, heritage, wisdom and folly. Then I studied the heresies, the gnostics, the Grail Lore, The Shroud of Turin, anything that was in anyway connected to Christianity. I believed in angels, but only as protective entities who were overbearing, masculine warriors. I was becoming a real Old Testament, patriarchal bible thumper.
The other higher or spiritual part of me however was wiser. And I was lead in the right direction after all. I also studied everyone else's doctrines, from Buddhism and Islam to the Essenes and Hinduism. The Tao, Confucious, The Upanishads, the Vedas, Sufism, you name it I explored it. I felt my whole life that somehow there was something, even after having studied all these things, including New Age ideas and theories, that was lost in me, hidden or illusory. I could never place my finger on it. The closest I ever came to true relgious experience was on LSD in 1970, when I realized everything was One with God and that God was One with everything. Yet I was never able to bring that into a realistic life changing focus. The experience was sweet and it expanded my consciousness, but I could not live it. I was only sixteen after all. Too young still to utilize the knowledge I'd been given.
Mostly I wandered through life feeling alone, feeling abandoned by God for my sins. Repentant and yet angry. Seeking Glory and yet hating God for what "He" had done to the world and forced upon man. I sought knowledge, but each experience left a bitter taste in my mouth where religion was concerned. Truth was missing. Some part of the puzzle was missing.
Under the tutelage of Annex I began to be directed slowly to the startling truth about "heaven, angels, God, Spirit, mankind, religion and reality as a whole." Finally, after so many years of suffering, (and I often thought my life was full of pain and woes, as are those of many seekers of truth), I began to come slowly to the Truth. Not my personal truth or a church's truth or society's truth, but rather the TRUTH with a capital T.
At this point I determined to write a book based on my many journals entitled: "Speaking Of Angels." Which is now available to the public. In the midst of this process I got a new computer and got on some Internet newsgroups. It came to me one day that I could do for others what Annex was doing for me! They could ask questions, I would in turn ask Annex and they would give the answers! I was told that this indeed was how the Angels themselves worked. we ask questions, they look into what are called "The Akashik Records" and they deliver an answer. Great! So I jumped in cold, with both feet and began the process.
Little did I know what kind of trouble I could get into. Suddenly I was surrounded by people who called themselves Angels incarnate, gods, devils, demons, adherents to various odd religions and cults, and a multitude of people who were lined up to tell me that they talked to angels, even to my angels and that I was totally WRONG about EVERYTHING! In shock and dismay I tried to parry and repost their every thrust. I felt like I had entered a warzone. Yet, through all this, people began to query Annex with real, honest questions. Annex answered each one thoroughly and with integrity. People began to bless me on one level and curse me on another. Still, I felt that the honest people were getting wonderful help. I began to feel I was on the right track. How to end the war on the newsgroup and get people the help they deserved, that was the question.
Several people, including my wife said, "why not a webpage?" Finally,after long deliberation, I decided to take my art webpage and turn it into this, the Angels On The Internet webpage. Who knows where it will go from here? At least now you can read about me, my situation and my Annex angels without the fear and trepidation most people have about logging onto newsgroups or chatrooms.
So that is my story up until the present moment. Thank you for listening.
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