Angela Jean AKA "Ange-Babe" 
Badass Whisperer

I was lying on a vibroacoustic table, music moving through me. My eyes were closed under a rose quartz mask. It took a moment for my body to relax and as I did, I felt a presence. I felt hands sweeping above me and I immediately went looking for my seven year old self, bare feet, the one who meets me in the deep. She wasn’t there. My inner eyes began to open, the world was not in a way I knew. The grass around me was a forest, each blade a wall. The sun broke through the gr

As I settled into my meditation, I closed my eyes and was transported to a familiar scene. A young girl laying on the ground with red corduroy pants on and a light and dark blue long sleeve shirt. She was on her side with her legs crossed over one another while nestled on a big pillow and a shag carpet, reminiscent of my childhood home. I felt a deep connection to her, as if I knew her intimately. Without opening my eyes, I began to envision a dome of light surrounding her.

Dear Ange Babe, I know it’s been a long time since we have talked and I know you have tried hard to make yourself known over the years. But honestly facing the things you went through is tough. I am sorry I found it easier to close the door on you the past 30 plus years, instead of trying to invite you in, to at least let you know we are ok. We actually made it through life even though the odds were against us. We are 47 years now and life is pretty good. I will tell you abou