This is My Story
My name is Angela Forbes and I live just outside of Ashburn, Va. I suppose I can say that for most of my life I have been a seeker of “Truth”. Truth about God, about life, about health and wealth and everything in between.
I grew up in a small town in Maryland and, like many, started going to church at a young age. I didn’t question anything, I simply believed, like many, everything that I was told.
Then, around 10 years old on a Saturday afternoon, I was sitting in a pew at my church after choir rehearsal looking up at a beautiful stained-glass window and decided to use that time to talk to God while my mother finishing up whatever she was doing. I remember telling God “You are mean and I am mad at you. Of all the ways you could have saved me, You let Jesus be tortured to death. Why? And if you are responsible for all good things and the devil is responsible for all bad things, what do you need me for?”
The more I thought about it, the madder I got! I told God “I don’t want to play this game and be a puppet to you and the devil.” I wasn’t quite sure what that meant, I just knew that I wasn’t doing it!
All of a sudden, I heard “THAT IS NOT WHO I AM.” Followed by an overwhelming feeling of love that filled my entire body. Similar, I imagine, to how people who have had near death experiences describe the feeling of The Light.

I knew that I was in the presence of God.
That experience on that day changed my life.

I remembered a sermon about Jesus dying on the cross and being resurrected. I remember this day as if it happened yesterday. Again somehow, I knew that a part of me must die too. Not a physical death but an internal part of myself must be put to death, too.
It was so empowering, but crippling at the same time because no one could tell me what part of me had to die. Growing more and more frustrated over the years with the conflicts in what God was telling me and the Church, I eventually cut off the communications with God and only believed in the wisdom of men (and women).
I was taught to believe in God not believe God and so God was back up in Heaven sitting on a white cloud playing tug of war with the devil again.
I remembered a sermon about Jesus dying on the cross and being resurrected. I remember this day as if it happened yesterday. Again somehow, I knew that a part of me must die too. Not a physical death but an internal part of myself must be put to death, too.
It was so empowering, but crippling at the same time because no one could tell me what part of me had to die. Growing more and more frustrated over the years with the conflicts in what God was telling me and the Church, I eventually cut off the communications with God and only believed in the wisdom of men (and women).
I was taught to believe in God not believe God and so God was back up in Heaven sitting on a white cloud playing tug of war with the devil again.

I had no distractions and was all alone…
…so I thought.
Things don’t happen to us, they happen for us. I have spent the last decade of my life seeking the Truths of my early years. Mostly about who or what God is, why we get sick and who is responsible for our health.

I realized my passion in the Healing Arts. Some refer to me as an “Energy Healer”, I simply identify and correct deficiencies, emotions and beliefs that triggers within you your own ability to heal yourself.