Ever since childhood, I have been fascinated with angels, but more than thirty years would go by before I would have first hand experience with these ethereal beings. An optimist by nature, I’ve always believed that all things were possible and that when you needed it most, a miracle would be just around the corner. I just didn’t know that in less than a year I would be in need of a miracle and that an angel would be there to bring one.

Desert Angels, A Celestial Pilgrimage was written as a result of a series of angel visitations that I experienced during the fall of 1998. In a sequence of dreams, angels spoke to me and filled my nights with messages of hope, love, light and salvation. Their words remained with me each day and became the poetry contained in the book.

For weeks, I wrote down the words of the angels and recreated the colors, scents and sounds from my nocturnal journeys in poetry. At the end of the last poem, I thought I was complete, but there would be more to do. Over the next few days, the angels came to me and showed me a drawing of wings in the sand. ‘Draw us’, they said. The only problem was that I’d never drawn anything before.

As I set the charcoal pencil to paper, I closed my eyes and asked for help to guide my hand. They whispered ‘We are with you’ and faces, wings and flowing gowns appeared where blank spaces lived just moments before. I had done it. Desert Angels was complete and ready to share.

Two months after the completion of Desert Angels, I was in a car accident that could have taken my life. Instead, I faced months of recovery with a heightened sense of hope and a gratitude for what remains of my life, rather than what was taken away.

I used to be a consultant. My voice and memory were what gave me value in my work. Now, my voice is heard in the words I write in the pages of my books. There, I can edit, take my time, and with the help of angels; begin my life all over again.

I would dedicate this book to Ray Dauphinais, who would die suddenly, before its pages could be printed and who gave me my first angel pin ten years ago. When the book was finished, I would wear that pin to remind me of something Ray once said; that even in the most isolated moments of our lives, in the darkest spaces of time; we are never alone.

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