All my life I have heard voices... not because I "wanted" to hear
them or was looking for them. They have always been there, in
times of trouble and times of good. This has been happening since I was 10.
When I got married at age 21, I saw my first angels. I know that I was not
seeing them in my imagination nor was I believing in something
(so they magically appeared). My husband was with me and he saw it too,
in fact he pointed them out to me.
There were three of them in the sky, very bright and illuminated by a
neon white glow. No white that I have ever seen has compared to it.
I was in awe. My husband and I stood there for the longest time looking at
them. They weren't more than a mile or so away, if even that far. They
looked to be wearing robes which fluttered in the breeze, making them look as if they indeed had wings.
That night I was visited personally by my guardian angel who explained that
I was to help them in my life ... to guide and teach others about the role the angels
place in our lives, and to make it known that the angels were waiting for an invitation
to be a part of our lives. He explained that an Angel will not intrude upon a person, so they wish to be invited.
Later in my life I was in a car accident coming down a mountainside,
and hit a school bus head-on. The driver of the car I was in escaped without injury
but I did not. Whiplash is not a fun thing, but I was lucky that it was not
The police officers told us that we were very lucky in that we hit the bus
at the EXACT point on the bus that saved us. One more inch either way we
would have hit the mountain or went over the cliff. That in itself was a
miracle, but as for me the true miracle was this:
I was not wearing my seat belt properly. I should have gone thru the
windshield, but at the moment of impact I was jerked back, rather violently,
into my seat and held there, mind you with only ONE belt on ... the
shoulder belt. The seat belt in the car would not work unless both belts
were properly connected.
No one, NO ONE, was in the backseat, yet I was held in my seat from
someone behind me. Two weeks later I had a hand print on my chest from where
my angel held me in that car. A palm and five fingers!!!!!!!!!! A most
definite hand print!!!!!!
I thank my angel for saving me every day of my life. Since then I have
helped many others find their "angels", whether it be ones from the
Heavenly realm, or ones who live next door.
My hope is that you all will find yours, and if you already have,
thank them everyday for what they have done for you. Remember the angels
are just waiting for the invitation, as they will not intrude.
I love you all!!
My name is Absaraka (after the village in North Dakota), and I'm a
frequent visitor to ESP Net's NBA chat room if anyone wants to find me.
When I was 12, I was living in Germany (West Germany, I should say) with
my Dad, who was in the Army. There was this Boy Scout troop that was
planning a cross-country skiing trip, so my folks insisted I go. Little
did they know how my life would change as a result...but I'm getting ahead
We came to this massive hill on our way back in to the town we had parked
the bus in (the village was called Torfhaus, I'll never forget that) and
I was too chicken to actually ski down that hill. I skied off to one side,
where the hill wasn't as steep, figuring I could hit the trail by coming
back around... but I got lost. I was, it turns out, about half a mile from
the trail, but I couldn't see or hear any human movement. After calling
for help (in German) until my voice was hoarse, I took one final look
around, and still saw nothing. I sat down on my skis, leaned up against a
tree, and prayed, in essence, "OK God, you've made your point. I'm going
to freeze to death here, so please don't let it hurt too bad..."
I must have been praying aloud, because someone asked me, in English,
if I was lost. I don't mind admitting I was incoherent at this point,
and I couldn't quite communicate with this man. But he told me that he
would get me in to Torfhaus, so, not having anyplace else to go, I followed
him. We spoke little on the way in to town, but I will remember his voice
for the rest of my life. And, you want to know something really weird?
Once we picked up the trail again, it was all marked nice as you please.
Anyway, we got back in to Torfhaus, and he led me to an area right beside
a small restaurant overlooking a valley. He pointed to a grove of trees at
the bottom of the valley, and told me that my group would be coming out of
the trees right there. I turned to thank him, and he was gone. Folks, I
have no other explanation of what happened to me other than it was a run-in with a
member of the heavenly host. Somebody once told me that it might
have been one of the archangels, but I don't think so. Anyway, for the past
year I've been trying to find this being in the angelic realm (that is, whenever I can
get the courage to even Ground myself--anybody read Alma Daniel?) without success.
Sammi's Brush With Heaven
I have a story of my first grown-up experience with a miracle. This
happened about 6 years ago.
I was parked on the side of a busy country street, about to go into one
of the stores on my right side. The cars were going by me at about 35 miles per hour, with little space for the car door to open.
My 2-year-old daughter Sammi was sitting in the seat next to me, in the
front. She was at the most precocious age I could have ever imagined,
and we had just recently given up putting her in a car seat, because she
could dislocate her shoulders to get out of it - which upset me greatly.
Before I had blinked my eye, I saw her run around the back of the car,
and out into traffic!!
The strange thing was that time slowed down and I noticed the strangest
things, like how beautiful her blonde hair looked in the sunlight, and
how it streamed behind her as she ran into traffic. (TRAFFIC!!!!----screamed
my conscious mind!!!)
It was as if time completely stopped then, and I scolded myself for
being a terrible mother thinking about her last living moments this way.
How peaceful her face was with a big smile, definitely joyful.
It all happened within the blink of an eye - I saw the oncoming car,
knew the outcome, but just as the car was going to hit her, I was suddenly
scooping her up, just within reach.
I had been standing about 12 feet away from her - completely out of reach
of her, but yet at the final moment, I had been able to just reach out to
her and grab her out of the path of the car??!!??
I also - hadn't had time to move away from the car door, holding my still
very fragile new son.
I heard the screeching of car wheels, and felt completely calm - in fact,
having the common sense to scold her until I got to the curb, where I
suddenly lost all control of my limbs and fell apart crying. People had
to help me into a store to collect myself - it was SUCH a shock!
About a hour later when I got home I looked at myself in the mirror for
any signs of the trauma, and I had a very noticeable streak of white just
over my right temple. It's still there, and I honor it as an obvious sign
that heaven reached out it's hands and decided to save my child.
I just assume that heaven decided that Sammi's time wasn't up, and that
Mom needed some help keeping her alive through her 2's. :)
She was unbelievably precocious!
In light and love,
My Guardian Angel
When I was in high school, just getting involved in the Church and with spirituality, I read an article in _Catholic Digest_ about a couple that named the guardian angels of all their children, and the unusual incidence where a son was injured and the doctor who cared for him had the un-common name of the boy's guardian angel. Since that very moving piece, I named my guardian angel. I asked him what his name was or what he would like to be called and got some sort of answer (whether I gave it to myself or not is up to you to decide). I named him Edward.
Edward and I have had an interesting relationship. Sometimes I don't remember him for months at a time, until distressed. But I try as hard as I can to thank him. Many times he has done little things for me, I know. Once I almost had an accident, but for Edward, who alerted me by a forceful turn of the head to the oncoming car. Another time, just recently, I was awakened by a sudden physical jolt out of bed, just in time to dress fast and get to a liturgy that I was presiding over (Liturgy of the Hours Morning Prayer service). And just last week, I was jolted from a nap to make a class I am glad I did (we found out about a final there).
So that is the story of my guardian angel. I hope everyone posts something to this list.
Russell D. James
voluntary hostage in forsaken Tulsa, OK
One Clear Memory
One clear memory, even after 10 or 15 years, is of driving onto a freeway interchange, looking up and seeing a line of cars at a dead stop right in front of me that weren't there seconds before. I hit the brakes but would have never stopped in time; an instant look in my rear view mirror showed an open lane next to me and I managed to swerve into it. I _know_ there was someone watching over me then, I could feel it; it's still so clear in my mind. I just looked up and thanked whoever or whatever it was, and drove off.
There have been other little experiences like that, but none so openly obvious that I wasn't supposed to be leaving this Earth at that particular time. Over the last few years I have experienced other signs from the Universe when I took the time to open myself to their existence.
I believe we all have someone, even many "someone", looking after us and helping us with the lessons we have contracted to learn in this lifetime. Whether we call them angels or guides or teachers, they're there, and it only takes a little acknowledgement on our part to experience the wonders of their gifts.
My mother was pregnant with her second child. It was a very risky pregnancy and doctors were very concerned about my mom's and her new child to be's health. Mom went to 4 doctors and they all told her to have an abortion. They said if she were to have this child it would be deformed, have mental problems and every thing else a parent prays their child is not.
One night my mom was ironing, and a light appeared in the doorway. Standing was a beautiful and strong man. In his arms was a child and on his face a smile. He looked at the child in his hands and looked back and my mom, in a peaceful voice he said "This child is very special". He then handed the small boy in her hands, he was perfect in everyday, and so beautiful. The man took the child back and said that he was special one more time.
My mother was convinced that it was Michael the ArchAngel and that child was her unborn son. She went to her doctor the next week and told him she is refusing the abortion and knew that it was not necessary. Doctors pleaded with her and told her of the dangers, and she would not hear of it.
On December 20,1972 my brother was born, happy and healthy. Not a thing wrong with him, perfect in every way and looked just like the child the angel handed to her.
My mom and our family were very grateful for the angel, and to thank him, we named our new baby brother Michael. To this day we believe Michael guards our brother.
One day my brother was riding his bike and fell 15 feet off a stone bridge in town. He landed on the sidewalk, bounced off, and landed in some poor woman's yard. My brother only suffered a small head injury, and nothing more. He said it did not feel as if he fell, but floated to the ground like a feather.
My brother is now 7 foot tall and weighs about 256 pounds, and the doctors
said he would not make it a week.
My Spiritual Teacher
About six years ago, I met my spiritual teacher who appeared to me one fine day.
She slowly tutored me on the hidden arts and told me about the angels. Being quite young in this area... I had my doubts about angelic appearances and all.
Then I started to experience these visions during sleep and I could remember them thereafter. My first vision was that I was taught how to call the ArchAngels.
The angelic call was most unique and simple but I doubted it. The Angelic call can be used only to summon the Arch Angels right up to the highest....Metatron.
Later, I had another vision. That transported me to a realm of angels, which I found very confusing. I used the angelic call to summon Gabriel. As I called (three times) he appeared behind me, I wasn't startled as he taught me something esoteric. Gabriel had a long gentle face and small eyes. His beard was sparse and there was a certain peacefulness when you listen to him speak.
I was surprised, awed and was a lost for wards, I used the call again to summon Sandalphon. He was busy on earth I was told by him...
Since then I imparted the knowledge of the angelic call to my friend, a pagan and sorcerer, who used it to summon help when he was being attacked by evil spirits.
He summoned Gabriel and he appeared. My friend has the gift of second sight, so he sees things better than I do. I can only feel and sense the impressions with my eyes.
My friend told me that the call worked and it was fantastic and he told me not to use it unless it is truly necessary as the call literally summons the ArchAngels and not just any ordinary angels.
I have since then learnt a lot about them and their role here to help us.
I hope to communicate with them again soon.
My Special Angel
I feel I must write you and tell you my story of my daughter.
When I was 9 weeks along my water broke. I knew she was gone, as I had given birth to a stillborn little boy before that.
On the way to the hospital I felt an overwhelming sense of calm and I knew some how that all would be well.
In the emergency room the doctor told me not to try to have children for another year. As he prepared to perform the D&C, something made him stop, you could see him just STOP.
He says, "Maybe I'd better check for a heartbeat first." He listened to me looking for the baby's heartbeat. "What do you know!" he says, "That baby is still alive in here!!"
I couldn't believe it!! The baby had no water sack at 9 weeks!! There was no way she would survive. They gave her 10% chance of survival.
I quit my job and stayed in bed for the entire 9 months. Every day her chance of survival went up and 3 months later the sack sealed up around her again. The doctor made house calls and never charged me.
By this time we knew she would be brain damaged with no oxygen but we kept on praying and asking the angels to help her and us.
I had many ultrasounds, most of them showing a tumor in there with her, one week there and the next week disappearing. We just kept praying and hoping.
When she was born (and I knew it was a girl when she held on like that, cause my boy didn't) she was perfect!!!! No brain damage, no defects, in fact, the hospital gave her the perfect Apgar scores!!!
To this day she is a fighter and a mean little redhead, heeheehee. She will be 19 in December, and I thank the Gods and the Angels for saving my little one for me!!!
Angels In The Night
I was twenty-three years old before I saw my first angel. The year before some friends had introduced me to Wicca and I had renounced my Christian faith. For some reason, I foolishly assumed that angels only existed within the walls of the Christian church and I had no need of them. Fortunately for me, the angels didn't see it that way!
The place we went to college was known as a place of power where the forces of magick, both good and ill, gather. My husband, an extremely sensitive empath, was having problems. Being new to all this, we couldn't shield the house properly, and whatever felt like "borrowing" him for a while would do so --- often with disastrous results. Sleep became a state of torment and I never knew exactly who I was going to bed with or who I would wake up to.
On Halloween the problem seemed particularly bad. He kept screaming that something was stalking him and trying to drive him insane. I could see some sort of shape in the darkness, which seemed unusually thick, but it only laughed when I demanded it leave us alone. Suddenly, I heard a rush of wings and a golden haired, sword wielding personage in blue robes appeared over the bed. I gasped and shouted, "Look, an angel!" My husband stopped struggling and said, "Yes, I see!" Three more of the beings appeared but the one in blue was the only one I could see clearly. The room, which had been chilly before, now began to warm. A soft voice, deep with compassion, spoke: "Behold, we will rid thee of this thing." A second voice commanded, "Cover your eyes and hold each other. Do not look at what we will do." We obeyed. I felt a blast of heat ripple over the covers and a wind whipped my hair across my face. A loud voice bellowed, "Get thee hence!"
When I opened my eyes, all but the angel in blue had vanished. My husband asked whom he had to thank for ending the reign of terror and the being whispered, "Mikiel" before disappearing. In the morning when we woke, we found the words "I love you" scrawled across the bedroom wall in blue.
And ever since then when we needed help, the angel Mikiel has been there.
I have always wanted the opportunity to share Ephram with people
that I knew wouldn't laugh or pass that strange look back and forth
between them. Ephram came to me when I was 4 years old. My Mother and
Father were not getting along and while my Father was working out of town,
my Mother went off with a boyfriend for the weekend leaving my infant
brother and I alone in our apartment. I could not understand why she
did not return; but night would fall and I could not reach the switches
to turn on the lights and the nights were almost more than I could bear.
My brother cried and cried. I knew the baby was hungry; but could not
open the refrigerator for the bottles of milk. There was a cabinet below
the sink that had boxes of crackers and I would climb on the crib as
best I could and throw them into the crib; but he just kept crying until
he would fall asleep and then wake up and cry again.
On that last evening, I watched in horror as the shadows began to gather
in the rooms.Night was coming and with it terrors that I could not bear to face again.
I was sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor crying and began to
form the simple childhood prayer, "now I lay me down to sleep. . ." when
the gloomy room began to lighten. In the deepest, darkest corner a
warm, white light began to glow brighter and brighter. a figure started
to take shape at its center. I thought the boogie man was coming to eat
me and I was so scared that I wet myself and screamed. From the middle
of the light stepped a man with such a kind face and such gentle eyes
that I stopped my crying. He crossed the room, bringing the light with
him and knelt down on the floor beside me. He reached for me and I saw that
his arms were really wings, white and pure like the wings of swans in my
He wrapped those warm and comforting wings about me and
held me close until my trembling stopped and then he spoke to me in a
tender voice " Open the cabinet right under the sink. Take out one
of the pans and pound on the walls with it as hard as you can. The
neighbors will hear it and someone will come to help you". I did as
I was told and soon the building superintendent unlocked the door. He
came in and asked me what was the noise about. I told him that my Mother
was gone and my baby brother was hungry and we needed help. He brought
the police and we were taken to a hospital. I did not understand why he
did not believe me about the man with the wings or why the people in the
hospital could not see him when he was standing right there with me.
He went with me when I went to live with my Grandparents--they could
not see him either and when I talked about him they would just sigh and
say "poor little thing" He told me his name was Ephram. He was a warrior
from an ancient people who had been killed in battle long ago. He
was resting on the other side when my pleas for help were heard and was
sent to be with me. Throughout my whole life he has never left me--has
been there in times of danger--in times of pain and sorrow. He supports
and shields me. I don't know how many angels can dance on the head of a
pin. I only know about the one whose wings are wrapped around me.
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