The wind against your cheeks, the feeling of freedom, the heartbeat racing to the beat of hooves. This is the feeling of escape, the need to not feel anything but the basic reaction of breathing. When this need for escape comes, it is many times from the changes of life. Those changes which are more sorrow than you feel you can bear.

Ride with the angel in your heart, feel the freedom of things you knew. Don't escape to the things that will only hurt you more, drugs, alcohol or sex. Use your ride to clear your mind and see the possibilities ahead. Never rushing, but on the horizon waiting for you to arrive.

Play Music - Ride Like the Wind

Back in the olden days there was a girl named Purple Haze. She loved to play and rode on her horse all day. Some people say she rode like the wind. They also said when she ran, her hair looked like an ocean wave. Her mother always said, "If you try, life will bring you the way." Her father always wanted her to know there is always something out there that no one has ever seen before.

Purple Haze always did what she was told. One day she had a dream that she will find that thing that is out there for her. Three days later her mother made her a doll. She had a flower like symbol. It was a long purplish thing on her dress. Purple Haze loved her doll; she took it everywhere she went. One day she had another dream, the dream said in her mind, sacrifice your doll. Purple Haze woke up crying, but she knew she had to walk up a hill, make a fire and throw her doll in the fire. When it was all burned, she took the ashes and threw them everywhere. Then she fell asleep. The next morning she woke up, and found thousands of flowers that were purple. They looked like feathers. Purple Haze remembered the symbol on her doll. It brought happiness to her and since it looked like a feather, she decided to name it Gay Feather.

Ride with the angel in your heart, feel the freedom of things you knew.
Angel Images
|Table of Contents | Ask An Angel |
|Prelude to Angels | Epilogue |
Designed by Randi RauhTyler©