#Feature: Call of an Angel by Patricia O’Toole @callofanangel @Blackbird_Bks #angels #memoir

A bit of a first for Being Anne today – but when it’s from one of my favourite publishers, Blackbird Books, it’s a pretty safe bet that as well as being a little different it’ll be a little bit special too. Call of an Angel by Patricia O’Toole was published yesterday, 7th November, and is available in paperback, large print paperback and as an e-book. Now I’m not that familiar with the work of Lorna Byrne or angel gurus like Kyle Gray – perhaps the obvious comparisons – but this book really does look absolutely fascinating. And how about that magnificent cover? The cover art is under licence from the internationally-acclaimed artist Josephine Wall.

Let’s take a closer look at the book…

‘In the still silence of the night, I said a little prayer asking the angels never to do anything that might startle me. Feeling somewhat reassured by this, I snuggled down and drifted off to sleep. I am not so sure I would have been quite so easily placated if I had had any notion of the sheer volume of angels and spirits that were soon to come into my life at every opportunity and everywhere I went, from that night forward.’

The remarkable true story of angels and spirits appearing in the lives of an ordinary working mum and her two teenage sons, living quietly in a remote corner of Ireland. This was no chance meeting between heaven and earth and they soon became part of a phenomenon that would change their lives forever.

Intrigued? I have an extract to share, chosen mainly because of its gorgeous description…

Autumn

One sunny afternoon while walking my dogs down a lane we always took, I became aware of a small forest that lay to our left. We had never ventured inside, as it was a forest that was cultivated and it saddened me to think that one day it would all be cut down. I hold a deep respect for trees, conscious of their almost timeless magnificence as they can live for hundreds of years and while understanding the ever-increasing importance of renewable energy, I was reluctant to grow fond of a walk that was destined for destruction.

This day, however, something was different. A strength of energy from within the trees grew to such an extent that I stopped walking altogether to gauge what it was. The urge to go inside became so overwhelming that, ignoring all my previous reservations, I stepped off the path and into the forest.

After a few minutes I reached a small clearing filled with broken beams of sunlight. In the middle was a tree that must have seeded itself when the conifers were being planted. I did not recognise what kind of tree it was, as many of its branches were dead and lay on the ground, with the tree itself covered in lichen and moss. Instinctively knowing not to move any closer, I stood admiring the way the sun filtered light through the branches, onto the trunk, creating an effect of warmth and beauty in the middle of a regimented wood.

While standing there, I suddenly realised that I was no longer alone. Through my third eye, I became aware of a massive presence in the clearing. It was that of a young woman, seated, resting with her back against the tree. Looking at her closely, I was struck by her beauty and serenity. Although she made herself visible to me, she appeared oblivious to my presence and was quite content in her own company.

Her energy was new to me. She was not a spirit, but nor was she an angel. She was dressed in all the hues of autumn, a spectrum of orange, red, gold and brown. Even her dress appeared to be made from the fallen leaves that are characteristic of this beautiful season. What was perhaps most fascinating though, were her eyes and eyelashes. They were exquisite. Her eyes held a liquid-gold light to them, and when she blinked, her eyelashes were very fine, small twigs. She was stunning to gaze upon. I was intrigued, yet was unable to communicate with her, as she continued to ignore me.

I began to feel annoyed.

‘Why did you bring me into the forest if you are not going to speak to me?’ I demanded to know. ‘You would have known that I didn’t want to come in here in the first place.’

There was no answer. Then for some reason a wave of loneliness washed over me as I thought of the future of the trees and I began to cry. As my true feelings surfaced, she began to speak, but still without looking at me.

‘Try not to think about the future of the trees in that way, but enjoy them while they are still here.’

After she had spoken, unsure of what to do next, I tried asking for her name, but she did not reply. Standing quietly in her company, I attempted to compose myself and gather my thoughts. Deciding to try a different tactic, I asked, ‘Do you have a message for me?’ Maybe that was why we were now here together. This time her response was immediate: ‘You are to write a book.’

I was stunned, completely taken aback by this reply. It was the last thing I had expected her to say, yet at the same time didn’t doubt her for a moment. I hastily spoke again, in case she left.

‘What sort of book?’ I asked.

Again, she answered without hesitation. ‘You are to write a book about Mother Earth and all the animals whose voices cannot be heard by humans.’

After giving myself a few minutes for this amazing revelation to sink in, I began to feel frustrated. Considering the ups and downs of the past few years, trying to cope with my psychic abilities as well as carrying on with my day-to-day life, the idea of now writing a book about Mother Earth seemed a bit much.

Along with many other people, I have always been distressed by the continuous destruction of native habitats throughout the world and of the blatant disregard for the protection of vulnerable species. I stood staring across at her speechless. My mind was already fast-forwarding through images of trying to explain myself to the general public on television. I had seen others attempting do this when talking about angels, noting the underlying sarcasm that sometimes accompanied these interviews. Just the thought of having to do something similar was too unbearable to even contemplate. Could you imagine trying to explain my story?

Don’t know about you, but I’m looking forward to reading more. Not entirely convinced? There’s another extract here for you to read – maybe a slightly more straightforward story of spirit communication…

This is a brave one from Blackbird – maybe not for everyone, but I really think the quality of the writing raises it above other books that might seem to be of a similar ilk. I’m definitely intrigued, and plan to give it a try when I can – how about you?

About the author

Patricia O’Toole lives in a remote part of Southern Ireland. Call of An Angel is her first book.

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