The Baptism of Angel Love
We live in Sequim, Washington, an amazingly scenic place with the towering Olympic mountains running as far as the eye can see to the south and the expansive blue waters of the Puget Sound inland sea to the north. We had all agreed that a baptism in nature, surrounded by all the beautiful creations of God would be perfect. The only problem was there were no lakes nearby and the Puget Sound water temperature, even in mid-summer, hovered barely over 50 degrees. But we had a plan!
There was a tidal estuary near our home that was very shallow. We thought perhaps it might heat up enough during the long summer days to be tolerable for the few minutes of a baptism by immersion. With that thought in mind we made the 1½ mile hike down the beach two weekends before the scheduled baptism to check out our theory. It was a hot, lazy summer day, and to our joy we found the water in a small section of the estuary right at the end of a long sand spit to be comfortably tepid.
Now that we knew our spot definitively, we sent out invitations to family and friends and timed our hike down the beach to arrive at the sand spit at high tide.
Several people had brought their cameras to record the special event and everyone was still finding a place to sit on the sand dunes when I called Angel to come stand by the waters edge with me. “What do you think?” I asked sticking my toe in the water.
She stuck hers in next to mine and instantly had a shocked look on her face. It was really cold! Without speaking to anyone else we decided to be quick and waded out up to my knees, which was as deep as I could tolerate. I held Angel’s right wrist in my left hand so she could bring her right hand up to hold her nose as she went under the water and she rested her left hand on my forearm. I held my right hand to the square and after saying her full name, I spoke nearly the same words Yeshua did 2,000 years ago when he baptized his wife Miriam, the same words I had said when I had baptized my wife, and the same words she had said when she baptized me, “With the purity of your heart as the witness of your soul, I immerse you in water that you will come forth with a greater love of God, to ever guide you upon the path of light. In the name of Elohim, so be it.”
It was a perfect baptism; Angel’s face just glowed with joy. But it was also very quick because of the cold water. Angel and I were back on shore before most people had even realized what had just happened. In fact, more than one witness was a little miffed at having walked 1½ miles on the beach and looking at another 1½ miles to get back, without even having seen the baptism because we did it so fast, before everyone had been situated and prepared.
The bigger concern soon became apparent: in our haste, with the half dozen cameras present, as far as we knew, only Kristelle, one of our adult daughters, had managed to snap any pictures of the actual baptism. Our main concern at that point was that we wouldn’t have many pictures for Angel to remember her Baptism by, but it grew into a disaster when a day later, Kristelle accidentally erased all the pictures on her camera!
A couple of weeks later we got an email from Shaina, another adult daughter, who lives in Seattle. She left to return home before we had a chance to review her pictures. Unaware that there was not a single picture of the baptism, when she had time, she emailed us copies of all the pictures she had taken that day. As we scrolled through the email looking at the photos of people walking down the beach, picking flowers, playing with seaweed, and posing for pictures, we were overjoyed to discover a single shot of the Baptism. But we quickly noticed there was something odd about it, different than all the other pictures taken that day; and it was something wonderfully odd!
Looking at the picture, our eyes popped open a little wider and we looked at each other amazed. Were we really seeing what we thought we were seeing? There was a distinct aura of light around Angel. It radiated from her, almost blindingly intense right over her body. It was easy to imagine that we were looking at the body of a true angel. I was holding her, but none of the effect was showing on me even though we could see a faint rainbow arc three feet away from Angel’s body. In our minds that ruled out a problem with the camera. Plus all of the other pictures Shaina had taken that day were perfectly normal. The fact that it was a digital image also ruled out a problem with the film.
Another very unusual effect you can see is that the shadow of Shaina taking the picture was interrupted by the intense glow of Angel’s aura in the apex of her heart area. You can see a bit of Shaina’s shadow on Angels face, but it is completely absent over Angel’s body and not visible in the water behind her aura, even though her aura is translucent!
Noting all these unique things, we knew we were looking at the recording of a very miraculous moment of divine energy, on a very special day, in the life of a young lady who is truly an angel walking among us, and one that surely brings an amazing light to the world.
We were reminded of the account in the Revelation Bible of the baptism of the Apostle Cephas, “And Cephas came up out of the water all aglow even as Miriam had been when Yeshua baptized her.” Vivus 18:12. That is a certain and perfect description of our daughter Angel on the day of her baptism, and we hope she will carry that heavenly glow all of her life.
Namaste,
Jesse and Sumara Love
October 11, 2006