Laurie Baum in front of the Self-Realization Fellowship temple in Encinitas, California
My good friend Laurie Baum, who, like me, follows the teachings of Paramahansa Yogananda, author of Autobiography of a Yogi and founder of Self-Realization Fellowship, is a clairvoyant intuitive. I love the stories she’s told me about her angelic encounters and alternative healings, so I asked her if I could share them on my blog. To my delight, she agreed to write them up.
In yesterday’s post, she wrote of her physical and spiritual recovery from cancer. In today’s post, she shares stories of her angelic guidance and offers a primer on how to communicate with your own angels.
I’d like to mention that Laurie is also a licensed psychotherapist and astrological counselor in private practice in California. She is a former newspaper and news magazine reporter who is profiled in the books Psychic New York and The 100 Top Psychics in America.
Laurie is the author of A to Z Acrophonology: Discover the Power of the Letters in Your Name, Everything You Need to Know About Your Astrology Sign, Whispers from the Cosmos, Sacred Mysteries of Egypt, and Astrological Secrets for the New Millennium.
You can visit Laurie’s website for more information. For counseling appointments, click here to e-mail Laurie, or call her at (760) 753-7676. Thanks again, Laurie, for sharing your stories with me!
For as long as I can remember, I’ve talked to angels and they’ve talked to me. Sometimes I wonder how other people manage to get by without this angelic guidance.
Angels served many functions in my world as I was growing up. One of my earliest memories was when I was three years old, I was about to run out of my room, down the hall, and into the kitchen where my mother was cooking. When I was halfway down the hall, the angels cried out, “Laurie, run back to your room. Your mother is about to drop a glass bowl filled with food and if you’re in the room, she’ll blame you and punish you.” I turned around and ran back to my room, and sure enough, I heard the sound of a glass bowl shattering, food spattering all over the floor, and the sound of my mother screaming. I was spared being yelled at or hit by the intervention of my angels.
My angels would compensate for my parents’ erratic messages by (more…)