Painting Angels Changed My Life.
My healing journey did not begin in an art studio; it started last year, in Egypt, at the Pyramids in Cairo, a place I experienced not only as ancient architecture, but as a powerful, energetic site. Standing there, I intuitively felt the pull of the land, a sacred site connected to the planet’s throat chakra, which is associated with expression, truth, and deep remembrance. Something shifted within me, though at the time I could not have named what it was.
Shortly after returning home, my body began to unravel.
I developed a severe tooth and sinus infection that no medication could touch. The pain was relentless, constant, and exhausting. I found myself in and out of emergency hospital departments, dentists’ and doctors’ surgeries, trying desperately to get some sort of relief. Each appointment brought hope, and each just ended in frustration. Nothing worked. At times, the pain was so overwhelming that I would cry not only from the physical agony, but from the helplessness of having no answers.
As the weeks passed, I became aware that the pain felt layered. It was not purely physical. It carried a depth that felt ancient, as though something long buried had been stirred. In quiet moments, I turned inward and reached out to my guides, asking for help and understanding.
I wasn’t sleeping, eating or going out much. I asked my spirit guides for a gift, something that would help me move through what medicine could not.
The guidance I received was clear… lift your frequency and paint.
I was shown that the pain was connected to an unresolved past-life imprint, a memory held in my energetic body. Once I understood this insight, it shifted everything. I stopped resisting the pain and began listening to it. Raising my frequency, it became less about escaping discomfort and more about coming into alignment with myself.
That was when painting entered my life.
I had no plan to paint angels. I simply followed the guidance. When I picked up a brush, something softened in me. My nervous system settled. Painting became a refuge, a place where I could step out of pain and transcend into another realm. The process felt meditative, as though healing energy was moving through me rather than from me.
The images that came through were angels.
Each one arrived with its own energy, colour, and message. Some felt protective, others gentle and reassuring, but all carried a sense of purpose. As I painted, I noticed that the areas connected to expression, voice, and truth, the same themes I had felt so strongly at the Pyramids, were being gently released. What had been trapped found a voice through colour and form.
While the physical healing took time, something deeper had already begun. Through art, I was reconnecting with parts of myself that had been hidden beneath pain and endurance. Creativity became my medicine. Where words failed me, on the canvas I spoke. Where suffering had floored me, the light was flooding in.
I realised I was out of alignment, and this was a new chapter for me.
Today, my work has evolved into a deeply intuitive and collaborative process. I now connect with angels and with people’s loved ones in spirit, allowing their presence and energy to guide each painting. Rather than me choosing the image, it is the energy itself that leads the angel, the colours, and the style all come through intuitively for the person the painting is created for.
Each piece becomes a meeting point between worlds. The painting is infused with the energy of those who step forward, whether that is an angelic presence, a loved one in spirit, or a blend of both. I act as a channel, translating what is felt and sometimes heard into form and colour, trusting the process as it unfolds.
Those who receive the paintings often share that they can feel the energy immediately. Many describe a sense of comfort, reassurance, and meaning as though the painting holds a familiar presence. Some speak of feeling supported during times of grief or transition, while others experience a quiet peace that settles simply by being in the presence of the artwork.
What moves me most is how personal each painting becomes. No two are ever the same, because no two connections are the same. Each piece carries its own frequency, intention, and message. I created not to impress, but to comfort, to heal, and to remind others that they are not alone.
Looking back, I understand that the Pyramids opened a doorway, but it was through raising my frequency and allowing creative guidance that true healing unfolded. This journey taught me that healing does not always come through force or fixing. Sometimes it comes through listening, allowing, and remembering who we are beyond the pain, beyond time.
For me, that remembrance arrives through angels, colour, and the courage to trust what cannot be seen.
I know now it needed to be that way, because I wouldn’t have heard the calling. I was too busy being me.
It has been nearly a year, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
If you feel drawn to having your own angel painting, you can send me a message. There are plenty of links on my social media or this site to contact me.