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Archangel Jophiel

Archangel Jophiel will help you to recognize your own power, the power of your thoughts, and your ability to create based on those thoughts. Working with Jophiel’s energy can also help you to open yourself up to the beauty that is around you, and MOST importantly, within you. Jophiel will help you see a side of you that you may often discount or ignore.

Here’s more info on Archangel Jophiel:

Pronounced JOE-fee-el, it means “Beauty of God.” Jophiel is the Archangel of creativity, beauty, and art.

Helps with:  Manifesting more beauty in our lives through our thoughts, supports artists and artistic projects, release prejudice and ignorance, interior design and decorating, awakening, self-awareness, inspiration, hope and joy. Helps those who feel spiritually lost, depressed, or in despair.

Color Vibration:  Golden Yellow

Gemstone:  Citrine

Invocation:  I invoke the golden yellow light of Archangel Jophiel. Help me to manifest beauty within and around me. Jophiel, I know that I am a creative being and I ask that you help me to use that creative power in every aspect of my life. Please help me to remember that whatever I focus on is manifested through the vibration of my own thoughts. Help me to align my thoughts with who I really am and to see the beauty in all that crosses my path. I will remain open-minded and be guided by the light within. With your help and creative power, I can and will manifest the beautiful life of my dreams … and so it is!

As I invoke Archangel Jophiel, I visualize a golden yellow light entering the top of my head and moving down my entire body. This vibrating light encases me in a safe and comfortable energy field. I see, hear, feel, and know that the energy of creativity and manifestation surrounds me and dwells within me, at all times.

Personal Experience: Archangel Jophiel helps you manifest more beauty in your life through your thoughts. His energy helps you manifest your heart’s deepest desires and sometimes makes you aware of desires that are buried. If you are working on changing your thought patterns about your own self-worth, body image or your present-day experiences in the physical world then call on Jophiel.

Even though I know Archangel Jophiel supported and surrounded me most of my life, I had many experiences where my negative thought patterns created my everyday life. I did not heed his guidance and wisdom for many years, and I chose to stay in places of anger, frustration, fear, and self-criticism. His loving energy never left my side and as I look back while writing this book, I realized that he was always opening up doors for me to see my true light. Unfortunately, I wasn’t willing to walk through those doors for many, many years.

There were many experiences I had growing up that led to a lack of self-worth beginning at a very early age. The first time I remember questioning my worth was age six. My parents were trying to have another baby and my mom had already suffered two miscarriages. I remember walking into the bathroom one morning while she was in the process of miscarrying a third time and I immediately felt responsible for her sadness and pain. As a very young child, I wondered why she would put herself through all of this agony when she had me. I started wondering why I wasn’t enough. This was my first conscious memory of questioning my value and worth. As an adult, I knew that her desire to have another child had nothing to do with me being good enough, but as a child, I took responsibility for my parents’ happiness. My lack of self-esteem weaved its way through almost every area of my life.

Before age 8, I would say I was a pretty typical kid. I got straight A’s, had friends and a pretty easy-going attitude.  I was an only child until that age, so I was used to getting my own way. I had no one to compete and argue with, I was loved a bunch, given everything I wanted and had it made. I was a typical happy little girl. My friends would say I was bossy, selfish and sometimes argumentative, but what spoiled child wasn’t?

My parents finally had another child, my younger brother Shad, and within months we were moving to Wyoming for a job transfer my Dad accepted, only to move back to Utah nine months later. This caused extreme amounts of stress and tension in the household. My little brother was quite a handful and sick often, so he took up most of my mom’s time. My dad was busy at work, so my Mom was on her own with us kids most of the time.  I spent many hours alone, which I was used to because I was an only child. There were times when it really bothered me. I missed our family time, but what bothered me more was the fighting. My mom wanted to be near her family in Utah, and I could feel her anger, pain, and sadness at being forced to move. I never voiced those feelings; it was just an awareness I had of a deep sense of pain, sadness, and at times, hopelessness that I felt from her. She was a wonderful mom, would do anything for me and my brother, and did. But, there always seemed to be an underlying sadness that I could feel; and for reasons unknown to either one of us, I felt responsible for her.

When I was little, I was Daddy’s girl. I spent a great deal of time with him. I was his right-hand gal and I’d go everywhere with him. I even started working in the family business during the summers at the age of nine. At first, I loved it, but over the next six years, I grew to resent the work, and my dad. When I turned about 12 years of age, I noticed that my easy-going attitude started to fade. I felt less accepted in the community as my friends spent more time at church and I felt left out. I tried fitting in by going to church with them, but every time I tried to make myself go, it felt forced or fake. It didn’t feel right for me, so I eventually stopped going.  I felt disconnected from my dad too. As I became more mature, we connected less, and he started criticizing me more. Deep down inside I was identifying less with those around me and feeling separate from everyone. There were days when I didn’t even feel like I belonged on the planet. My negative thoughts were present many hours of the day as I would imagine a place I could go to and just disappear. I began writing sad and sometimes disturbing poems about my life and my perceptions of life.

I became increasingly self-critical, and that internal criticism manifested itself as external judgment. I was judgmental of nearly everything and everyone around me. It was at that time, around age 13, that I began to gain weight. This was my way of protecting myself from the feelings and emotions I was carrying within and didn’t know how to deal with. I didn’t understand at the time that I was a sensitive child, picking up on the energy of everyone in my environment. Over the next couple of years, I put on about 50 pounds and as I got bigger, I questioned my value and self-worth over and over again. I was depressed, frustrated, sad and spiraling out of control. My Mom expressed her concern for me by trying to help in every way she could. My dad just made it all a joke.

My mom did her very best to support me. She tried everything. She took me shopping to buy new clothes in the hopes that I would “feel” better. However, I left feeling worse because nothing cute would fit my fat body. She was sad for me … and so was I. A couple of times she took me to get my hair cut, colored, or highlighted, and then we’d go out for lunch. For that one day, or at least a few hours, I would feel better. It wasn’t so much the new hair style, but the relief I found in the food I ate.  I felt the most “ok” when I was filling myself up with food. However, it was only temporary. My negative self-talk would start as soon as I finished eating. I’d repeat things in my head like “I can’t believe you ate all of that food,” “you are such a pig,” “you are going to be fat forever,” “no wonder you don’t have a boyfriend,” “how can you even stand yourself?” The critical self-talk went on endlessly.

Out of desperation and concern, my mom started taking me to her “healer” friends. She belonged to a metaphysical study group, “New Agers” back then, that would meet once a week and learn about different spiritual and metaphysical teachings. They were a diverse group of people and each one had their own special gift. They introduced me to many new subjects such as astrology, numerology, hypnotherapy, and crystals. I liked it all so much; I took a couple of classes and soon realized that I had a real passion for numbers. This is where, twenty-six years ago, my own personal spiritual study truly began. They also suggested I go and lay on a bed of crystals at one of the women’s houses. I was desperate to feel better, so I agreed to go even though it felt weird to me. I didn’t understand how crystals would help me heal, but then again, what did I know!  I lay down on the crystal bed she created in her living room and at first, I did feel some energy, but nothing that made me feel noticeably better. I had already made up my mind that it couldn’t work. So, of course, it didn’t work. Nothing worked; nothing made me feel any better. I was searching for something outside of myself to make me better instead of working through the pain and going within, by calling on my angels. What I thought worked for me was approval, good grades, buying friendships and a midnight snack.

I continued to earn attention and friendship through materialistic goods. I had everything a kid could want at age 16, except confidence and self-worth. I would buy my friends gifts, movie tickets, clothes, and dinners. I felt good at times, but also knew that most of my friends were only friends because I was buying them gifts or paying their way.

On some level I knew it was my own lack of self-worth that allowed me to be taken advantage. I didn’t want to own it nor take responsibility for it so instead I blamed the people closest to me: my parents. Even though I had previously had a close relationship with my Dad, he teased me daily. He teased me about my weight, the size of my legs, my glasses … you name it, he teased me about it. I blamed him for his controlling behavior, lack of compassion and negative comments. They all hurt, and he wasn’t aware enough to notice. My Mom, on the other hand, was very aware. She always knew what I needed, was compassionate and gentle. She was my safe place. She became the referee for my Dad and me. However, I blamed her too, for not being a better example of self-love and for being too nice. If my parents were different, I thought, then maybe I would be different. I found fault in everything outside of myself, which was only a projection of what was going on within me. But I did not know how to accept and take responsibility for what was going on inside of me. I couldn’t even look at it, it was just too much.

I operated from the patterns I learned as a child and was therefore critical of people around me (my dad), and judgmental of myself (my mom). Finally at age 19, after manifesting one negative situation after another, I was given the gift of insight through a book called You Can Heal Your Life by Louise Hay. At first, I resisted the lessons in the book, but as I continued to dig myself deeper and deeper into a hole of self-pity, I surrendered and began to do the work. By this time, I had manifested a boyfriend who drank often, a child, and was living on welfare and food stamps. The questioning of my self-worth that began at age 6 continued to permeate every aspect of my life.

I began to follow the You Can Heal Your Life book as if it were my bible. I placed all of my hope in the words of this book. If Louise Hay could begin to love herself, then why not me? I began with saying positive affirmations at least 1000 times a day. I wrote letters, released emotions, visualized a new life, and went back to my passion of learning. I soaked up everything I could get my hands on. Little by little I noticed that my mood started to improve. I began loving my faults and seeing the world through the eyes of love. The sun seemed a little brighter, the stars a bit shinier and my heart lighter. I knew I was just beginning, but I was already feeling stronger, kinder, and more loving to myself.

Louise suggested that one of the ways in which you can learn to see the beauty within is to do mirror work. I looked into the mirror each day and connected with my own eyes. As I did this, I repeated positive affirmations such as “I love and accept myself,” “I am beauty,” ” I am light,” “I am divine,” “I am a loving being capable of receiving love,” ” I am open to receive,” ” I trust my choices,” etc. I said as many positive affirmations as I could think of and over time this exercise softened my heart and allowed me to see the beauty within. (When you have a minute try this exercise yourself and see how powerful it is).

It took me years of intense work to get to a place where I felt my own innate value. Archangel Jophiel was always there to support me, but once again, the lack of self-worth kept me from seeing the beauty. I walked through many painful experiences before I was willing to let go of resistance. But the gift of the energy of Archangel Jophiel is his ability to transform. All through my childhood and early adult life, Archangel Jophiel’s energy was present and guiding me in my preferences … preference for the things I did and did not want. And once I was aware of those preferences, I was able to transform my thoughts and beliefs to support them.

Value of the experience: When you see through eyes of beauty, the things you see are beautiful. When you listen with ears of beauty, the sounds and words you hear are beautiful. When you feel beauty within you, you radiate that beauty all around you. And when you know that you are a beautiful being of love, and think thoughts that align with that vibration, you allow others to know the same about themselves.

Excerpt from Invoking the Archangels – a Nine-Step Process to Heal Your Body, Mind, and Soul  by Sunny Dawn Johnston

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