Current writing projects

Servants now Immortal Saints is still coming along and I am editing everyday. It has changed drastically in that I can’t post chapters because they change right after I post.

I wrote To the Lady on the bus to Mission Street. It’s submitted and we’ll see. It’s about one particular day as a twelve-year-old living in a car in the projects of San Francisco. How I could find money when I needed it, (weird, I know, but I have a step-sister who witnessed the ability. It was only change but back then, 1978, even ten cents could get you on the bus on Mission Street.) It deals with the atmosphere of the time and a trans woman, and the tragedies of a murder and the fallout as well as the view from a child’s eyes.

I finished writing the outline for Servants Two. Thirteen pages and I already have the first thirteen pages of the story. Two thirteens, don’t know if that’s good or bad.

Meanwhile, Guardian Angels How to use a pendulum to connect to your guardian angel…and change you’re life is gaining popularity. It must be the world as we know it now. The Udemy class of the same name is also up to 117 students (thank you). If you would like to get a free coupon for the class, send a message to me and head it with “need coupon” and I will create one for you.

I’m working on the memoir, as I wrote about in The Guardian Angels book. It’s Child Monster to Humbled AngelThe Hard Way. or Safeway Shoes or Or From loser to Enlightened. Who knows. The title will be listed when I settle on a good one. It’s written, it just needs to be put into the theme, the problem is I can’t make up my mind which theme to choose, it has so many. Being a nasty, cruel, rude child to my mother, blaming her for the divorce. Then getting my wish and living with my father only to end up homeless, living in the projects, and then our car. Which snapped me out of the spoiled (not by money but by attention due to the ADHD), selfish kid–the hard way–and helped me see how mean I was.
In a way it was a blessing in disguise. But the effects of what that time in the city and in Carson City did eventually lead to the substance abuse and then, years later, into believing in angels and guides. We’ll see. It might have both. I think the drug and alcohol thing is over done but when tied in to an Angry child and ADHD, San Francisco in the 70’s and some things I won’t mention now but were horrific. The one act that also shaped how I gave myself license to be as trashy as I wanted to be. The #MeToo thing. The only issue holding me back is the theme. I’ll get it though.


Guardian Angels

I published Guardian Angels: How to use a pendulum to connect to your guardian angel…and change your life. It’s published in Spanish as well. I was also guided to create a Udemy class, How to use a pendulum to connect to your guardian angel. It has 105 students so far. The URL is https://www.udemy.com/gadayfree/ Send me a message titled-Free Coupon- and I will send you a link to take the class for free. Udemy is now limiting the free class to 31 days once you start the course.

If you have questions about what you read in the book, please use the contact form and send a message. Or If you don’t want to fill it in, use contact@amnixon.com. Thanks, Sincerely, Anna

Understanding how Angels operate

If you’re here, then you read my book. Thank you.

It’s important to know that you are not alone and will never be. You might say, “But Anna, so many life sucking things have happened. If I have a Guardian Angel, then he or she isn’t looking out for me.” But they are. It’s complicated because sometimes harsh life experiences have to happen, not just to learn from them but to see a different perspective. That’s why I use examples from my life in my book. So you can compare it to your own experiences. When I broke my elbows, yes both at the same time, I was like, “Hey, where were you? Why didn’t you stop it?”( I was rushing and tripped over a rough-in stack of plumbing for the bathroom.)

Mad, I asked questions using the pendulum and the answers I received surprised me. First, to the ‘other side,’ a broken bone heals. It won’t kill you. Besides, my face was headed for a corner of a stack of wood flooring and would have crushed my nose or my neck might have been broken, and when I asked, she did save my face at least. But, the lesson for me was more important than the fractured bones and I couldn’t have realized that lesson any other way. The ADHD, remember.

Sadly, I learned my husband isn’t good in a crisis, and the way he looked to me and had no emotion whatsoever, well you can read between the lines on that. But it was important for me to know. I was trying to do ten things at once; finish my bathroom over a weekend, (it still isn’t done) AND pull research for a non-fiction I’m writing, and ten other things.

My GA, through many questions, essentially said that I needed to slow down and wasn’t going to do so any other way. (I’m too hardheaded.) Even though I couldn’t open a door, I could still type. Weird. It did teach me to think carefully and to be patient. It also taught me who will be there when the crap hits the fan. (My mom and sister came out from the mid west to help.) And who wouldn’t be there. The important thing is to try to see the lesson and to ask for help when you need it. Not just from the spirit world but from the living around you too. Just remember, you have to invite your GA in before they can help you other than sending thoughts that you may or may not understand.

I did heal miraculously fast. But the breaks in my elbows were at the best possible place one could have. I was taking care of my bathroom needs and washing my hair etc., after the first day. So as far as lessons go, I did learn a lot about myself and others around me; their true nature and character. I now have patience when I approach projects and take my time instead of running around flustered. I was only out of my normal routine for a few weeks. But the arthritis is a daily reminder to slow my roll. And when I look to my future, it’s different now, with perhaps a few less characters than it had before.