Welcome to a new page at T Michael Healing Arts. We invite you to share your own message about how Spirit has touched your life. We will post the message here and on our Facebook page to share positive, loving stories that are so needed in this world now. If you would like to share your personal message about Spirit, please get in touch with us. You can either write it yourself, or we would be happy to interview you and create your approved message. You can message or email us at mike@tmichaelhealingarts.com or trisha@tmichaelhealingarts.com.
The Day an Angel Changed My Life Forever
One beautiful spring morning, I was driving to a meeting, singing along to What’s Love Got to Do with It. As I sang, I found myself demanding that God prove love to me. It wasn’t a casual thought—it came from a deep place in my heart. I remember thinking later, be careful what you ask for.
That afternoon, during a break at work, I stood outside with several coworkers. The sky was a brilliant blue, the sun warm and comforting, and we were all enjoying a moment wrapped in nature’s embrace. As we looked up, we noticed a flock of birds flying in perfect synchronization. Their movement was mesmerizing—graceful, unified, alive.
Suddenly, the birds swirled directly in front of me, and from their motion emerged an Angel, slowly becoming three-dimensional and solid before my eyes.
Having been raised Catholic and loving the story of Fatima, I immediately dropped to my knees. The Angel spoke directly to my heart, telling me to have peace and that all was well. I was then shown a revelation of heaven. I was given the knowing that all is well, because all is Absolute Love.
The wholeness of heaven was beyond anything my previous beliefs could contain. I saw everyone I had ever loved—and even those I had judged—as perfect and whole. Waves of Absolute Love moved through me, allowing me to know myself in the same way: perfect, whole, and complete.
The Angel then placed imprints of future events into my mind—not so I would become a prophet, but so I would know that what I was seeing, hearing, and feeling was real. Finally, I heard the Angel say, “You will be gifted with a baby girl.” And then, the Angel was gone.
Time seemed to resume. My coworkers asked if I had tripped and whether I was okay. I told them I hadn’t tripped—and no, I was not okay. My body began shaking uncontrollably, and nausea overtook me. I locked myself in the bathroom and was sick for nearly an hour. Eventually, I lay on the cool floor, allowing my body to anchor back into Mother Earth, determined not to forget what had just occurred.
My coworkers wanted to call my husband, but I knew his scientific nature would try to explain the experience away as a physical reaction. Later, when I shared what happened, he wanted to take me to the emergency room. It was painful to feel such a profound moment of love reduced to a medical explanation. I chose to go to bed instead.
The next morning, I called my mother. Devout and traditional, she believed a demonic being had visited me and urged me to contact a priest. I knew, without question, that what I experienced was Absolute Love. I did not need an exorcism.
I reached out to a friend who told me the Angel meant I needed to accept Jesus as my savior. I had always loved Jesus, yet my vision of heaven showed me that we are all already saved—we have simply forgotten our wholeness.
Finally, I spoke with my best friend, Wanda, who believed me. She shared books about near-death experiences and encouraged me to trust what I had experienced. Through her support, intuition classes, and readings from others, I came to understand that I was not crazy. The Angel had been truthful. And I would have my baby girl.
Life after the Angel was not easy. All my intuitive senses opened. I began hearing spirits, seeing ghosts, and connecting with loved ones who had passed. My once purely logical way of living was shattered. I no longer knew what “normal” meant.
Over time, I learned to integrate these gifts and allow them to guide me through life with compassion and love. And just as the Angel promised, my baby girl, Julia, was born.
I am forever grateful that I dared to ask, “What’s love got to do with it?”
— Trisha
You Don’t Know What Love Is.
Two days before I had a sigmoidoscopy to confirm whether I had cancer, I took a walk into enlightenment. Yes, I know how this sounds. To even say this out loud and write it down took me five months of reflection, going over and over an event that so profoundly changed me that I couldn’t really come to the point where I could write about it, let alone talk about it, without breaking down into an emotional mess.
Maybe I should start at the beginning. During June 2025, like so many other people in the world, as we age, I had an onset of great pain in the abdomen that took me to my knees. The intensity was stabbing and continuous and would not go away. Along with that, I had other things happening that don’t need to be part of the conversation. Suffice it to say, I thought that there was seriously something wrong. So, doctors got involved, tests were performed, and the suspicion was possible cancer, but more procedures would have to be done.
Overall, the C word did concern me, but I thought that I had a pretty good attitude. This is where things got interesting. I decided to go on a long walk with my dog “Blue,” so off we went. Just another typical day in the life of man and dog. On this walk, there is an area that has large trees on both sides of the street, which we always enjoy. As a writer and an inquisitive soul, I was wondering whether there was anything beyond God. It could be because I was feeling vulnerable, but I was just halfheartedly being flippant in my English sense of humor, so I asked the question.
The next thing that I remember was hearing a bird, which is no surprise, because when you are out in nature, what else are you going to hear besides cars and other noises? But it dawned on me that this bird’s sound was different. Chirping is one thing, but this little dude was singing. Blue and I started paying attention and realized this little bird was close to us, singing very loudly, and the sound was coming at us like a megaphone. We could no longer ignore it. I started searching for him because, up to that time, I hadn’t really seen him. But there he was, within five feet of us, singing. It wasn’t like any bird songs I had heard in my life. I looked at Blue, wondering what he thought, and he was sitting and watching. If you have ever owned a blue healer, that is not something they usually do.
Now, we are both paying attention. I didn’t know quite what to do, so I just thanked him and started walking again. Guess what? The tiniest little bird followed us down the street, going from tree to tree, continuously singing the same song. He literally hopped ahead of us and faced us with his beautiful music. What can you do but keep walking? My thought at that moment was that nature is so calm, but not much more than that.
We crossed the street to come back up the other side, and you guessed it, the bird crossed the street also, going tree to tree, singing. We came to the end of the trees on this side of the street, and both the dog and I looked up, and this little bird was within one foot of us. This is when my mind suddenly goes to another place. Looking back on this event, I am pretty sure time stood still. Blue didn’t move. I looked up at the beautiful clouds in the sky, and you might think this guy is losing it. But, somehow, I was transported mentally into the clouds. All I can say for myself is that it was the most beautiful experience of my life to date. I knew I was safe somehow, and I can only describe this experience as love and oneness. For some reason, this was God for me. I was overwhelmed by what I can only describe as love that I have felt before. It was so familiar. Pictures came to mind of being surrounded by the understanding that this was an experience so great that I wanted to stay in those feelings forever. I do not really know how long this went on, but I came back to the sidewalk and the dog, who was sitting there, watching my friend, the bird. I reached out my hand to see if the bird would come to me, but it was just happy singing its song, and I then realized that the bird was part of this journey, pointing the way for me, and was extremely happy that I was paying attention.
At that point, I broke down in tears just as I am now. The feelings of acceptance, love, compassion, and oneness sweep over me every time I think about this event. I told the little guy I loved it and said, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” I got the sense that he did his job, and we parted ways. The walk home was a crying, happy mess. If anyone had seen me, I couldn’t imagine what they would have thought, but I didn’t really care. This went on for about a mile until I came exhausted through the door and couldn’t talk right away when I saw my wife. She is a talented psychic medium and is used to interesting, out-of-this-world things, but at the time, I wasn’t. I finally regained some composure and attempted to explain what happened, though I did not really know why it happened. But as I was telling her the story, it dawned on me that the reason I think it happened was the flippant question I asked about what lies beyond God.
I knew at that point that I got my answer in spades. Obviously, I will never ask that question again or even entertain the idea. For me, I now know what that question did: it triggered a response that, apparently, I was ready to receive. The miracle that day is not lost on me. My intuition tells me that all you must do is ask, and if it is the right time, the answer will come. But what I know for sure is that I needed to be open and receptive to the possibilities of Spirit. I also know for sure and without any doubt that my touch of Oneness healed me of Cancer, because two days later, the cancer that was seen disappeared. Doubt has always been something I have lived with, but for this one experience at this one time in history, this body was healed to make a point, and I am so grateful for that. I understand what love is at the deepest level, and I am not afraid to write about it, hoping that sharing this story will mean something to anyone who is second-guessing what might be beyond God. Forever the Wisdom Seeker, Mike.