Dear Angel Recipient,
Please let me introduce myself, my name is Carmen Chapman and I am
seeking people who have had
encounters with angels. I myself have had the pleasure of meeting one. I
would like to share this
encounter with you and through it you will come to understand why I have
written to you today.
1998 was a very hard year for myself and my family. We had gone through
many trials and tribulations.
Our youngest son was diagnosed having epilepsy, he has at least 100
seizures every 20 minutes through
testing and CT scans it shows that his right side of his brain is
slightly larger than his left and he has an
abnormality in the center of his brain just to the left. He is only 2
years old. Through the year we have
experienced death at our door with family and friends that have been
killed on the road at different times.
This is only a couple of things that have happened, I will not bore you
During the year I was extremely frustrated and angry with what was
happening in my life. One night,
when I was praying to God, I became very upset. I demanded God to give
me a miracle, I did not ask.
Well he did, my brother-in-law was killed in a mysterious trucking
accident the very next day. I blamed
myself for his death. He was a good man, and I thought that God was
punishing me for being so
demanding. He was killed August 13, 1998. To this day, no one can
figure out what had happened. No,
it was not murder. I didnít realize it at the time but this is where my
One of the things that I have found very odd is that I did not and have
not mourned his passing. He was
a good man and a good friend. He was the type of man that would give
you his last dollar to help you. I
know that this is going to sound awful to most people, but I rejoiced
his passing. What was going on in
my mind was that he was finally home, he was with God. He was a man who
deserved to be there,
because he was such a good man. Strange right? Thatís how I felt and
still feel. As the months went on,
we had lost 2 other friends and co-workers. They too died in
accidents. They too were good people.
You are probably wondering to yourself what does this have to do with
On December 27, 1998 I had the most extraordinary experience that I have
ever had. I do not know how
it happened, but I do know that it did. I can not prove it, but my heart
does know the truth, and the truth
must be heard. I have documented this and have it sealed away for the
I was sitting in my recliner in my living room with candles glowing and
supplying my light. I had a tape on
with the relaxing effects of the sounds of nature. My kids were down
stairs playing and the silence was
golden. I thought to myself that this was wonderful and that I must do
this more often. The next thing I
knew I was sitting on the floor with my legs crossed and my palms
resting on my thighs. ( I have never
meditated before, in case that is what you are thinking). Before I could
realize what was happening, I
found myself standing in front of a tall building. When I looked up to
see the top of the building, I noticed
that there was no roof. It just went up and up and up. Never have I seen
anything so tall. When I looked
around my surroundings on the outside I noticed that I was surrounded by
a white mist. It was not a mist
though, it was more like a white light.
As I entered the building, I noticed that the Lobby was a beautiful
room and the floors were made of a
marble, I noticed that the room was completely empty with the exception
of an elevator. When I finally
made this observation, the doors to the elevator opened. There was no
one in the elevator itself, but a
manís hand come from above the elevator and I noticed that the sleeve
was made of a cloth of ancient
times. The cloth was old and shabby and well worn. The voice that
belonged to the arm, told me quote "It is time". Without questioning, I stepped into the elevator and the
doors closed, we preceded up to the
higher floors. The voice again spoke to me "God loves you, I love
you". Just then the elevator doors
opened, and before me was the most beautiful sight that I have ever
seen. Before me was an angel.
She was so beautiful! She was in a long flowing white gown and she
radiated with such a beautiful white
light. She had long blonde hair that was up in a soft and loose bun.
Her eyes were soft and full of love.
There is no TV show or movie that could even come close to reproducing
the sight that was in front of
Before the elevator doors closed, I heard myself asking what it was they
wanted from me and what is it
that I am to do. The manís voice from the elevator said to me, "There
is much work for you to do, you
will help those whoís hearts are broken. They (pointing to the angel)
will help you." The elevator doors
then closed. I realized then that was Jesus himself. As I turned to face
the angel, she said to me "yes, it
was him. It is time" . Again those words, it is time. Time for what? I
heard myself asking. "Come" she
said. I proceeded to follow her unto the floor. I observed that this
floor too was also empty. It was more
like an office building. There were no walls or furniture only pillars
to hold the ceiling in place. I noticed
that there were many windows and I noticed that on the outside of the
building it was night time. She
walked me towards the windows and began to speak to me. "There is much
work for you to do, are you
willing to help us?" I replied to her "yes".
I realized at that moment what made her so beautiful, it was the love
that was inside of her that she had
for me. That was also the light that was surrounding her, it was coming
from within her. The light was
love! I have never in my entire life felt anything like it. It was so
overwhelming. I found myself blurting
out "I LOVE YOU!" her reply to me was "I know, I love you too." To
try and give you an idea of the
feeling I had at the moment is to say that the day I gave birth to my
children and the love I had for them
does not even come close to what I was feeling that moment, and I love
my children with all my heart.
She then told me to look out the window, and I did as she asked. What I
saw was magnificent. I saw all
the angels above the earth. They were flying around watching, once in a
while one would descend down
towards the earth like a falling star, the only difference was the light
grew brighter instead of fading away.
Such bright lights, more brilliant than the stars at night. Diamonds
that shine in the light are so dull
compared to these heavenly beings. I was mesmerized.
What happened next was miraculous. The angel asked me if I would like
the aide of all the angels, and I
said "yes". The next thing that happened was they all started to come
towards us, I backed up and was
astonished, they were coming towards me so fast. They surrounded me and
engulfed me, each of them
was going inside and through me, I felt my spirit being cleansed and
knowledge was being placed inside
my soul. Knowledge, that I had no way of knowing. The message that I
received the strongest is that God
does love us, he loves all of us. He has not forgotten us nor will he
The angel then said "It is time to go back" . I did not want to leave,
I wanted to stay. Even though the
room was empty of furniture, I did not want to leave the love that was
there. She told me that I must go
back, that there was much work for me to do. She told me that she has
always been with me and will
always be there for me as well as the other angels now. She told me that
the angels will tell me what to
do. Somehow I knew this to be true. They will guide me.
She then walked me back to the elevator and as I turned around, it was
like she knew what I was going to
ask. She replied "He had to go back to his kingdom, but he is with you.
You have a long journey ahead
of you and many will mock you, but know that God is with you and he will
be your strength". Just then the
elevator doors opened and I stepped in. On the way down to the Lobby, I
knew my life has changed
forever. I did not know what lies before me, but I knew that I had Godís
love and nothing else matters.
When I stepped out of the building, I was back in my living room. Still
sitting on the floor. The difference
now was that I knew I had changed. I still felt the love that I had felt
inside the building. I called to my
daughter that was downstairs and told her of what had just happened. I
knew that she looked at me as if
I was completely nuts. I then felt the presence of three angels in the
room with us. I could not see them
but I knew that they were there with us. Their presence was so large. As
if they were giants, I could feel
that they were smiling at me, they were pleased. I said to them "I love
you and thank-you". For the
record, I was wide awake through this whole experience. I was not
asleep nor was I dreaming.
The next morning, I woke up and I knew that I was to sit down and write
out my experience on paper and
document it. I also wrote out other information that after I was done,
and I reread it, I was surprised with
the outcome. I wrote things down on a belief of what was. A belief that
was entirely new to me. But
through it, I understood why I did not mourn the loss of my
brother-in-law nor our friends. This too is
documented and when the time is right the angels will give me the
message to reveal it.
The angels have come to me everyday since then and have guided me. They
have even played with my
son (the one who has an abnormality in his brain). I have witnessed him
being tickled by the angels.
Laughing and rolling around on the couch trying to escape the tickles.
I have witnessed him laughing at
them and watching them fly around the room. Going "whatís that?"
Laughing the entire time. He has
seen them fly out of the patio window and when this occurs he says
"bye". Then he will calm down.
I have received a message from the angels to write a book, to help
spread the message that they have
from God. This is where you come in. I am looking for people who have
had angel encounters who are
willing to donate their stories. What I am looking for is, what you
were like before the encounter, what
happened during the encounter, and how the encounter changed your life.
But mostly, what was the
message that you received from the angels. The stories do not have to
be dramatic, nor do they have to
have an angels voice. It does not matter if the person even saw one, but
if they felt their presence, and
received a message. Any encounter that someone has with a heavenly angel
is a special gift from God.
Through us we can be their voice and help them to spread Godís message.
If you would like to submit
your story, your true identity will be kept confidential, because for
many people it is hard for them to
share something so sacred, and they do not wish to be ridiculed by
friends and family. Each story that is
submitted will have a different name.
I can not pay you for your story, the majority of the money that will
come from this book will be given to
those who have a broken heart. The charities that I have chosen were
chosen for me already by God
The money is to go to ....
The womenís shelters across Canada and the United States
The homeless shelterís across Canada and the United States
The Youth shelterís across Canada and the United States.
These are people who need God during their time of need and know that He
has not forgotten them nor
will he and by doing this I can help fulfill my purpose. Are you willing
to help me in this Journey?
I am a housewife and a mother of 4 children. I do not claim to be a
professional writer or anything else, I
am who I am and nothing more, the only thing that is special about me is
that God loves me and he finds
me special along with everyone else on the earth. I would not blame you
if you thought I was nuts, but
this really did happen. This is not the miracle I had demanded from
God, but this is the miracle he gave
me. Praise God for knowing me so well!
God Bless You!
January 31, 1999
A Christmas Angel
She sat in the darkness, waiting her turn. She never asked for much,
but this year was different. The line to see Santa Claus was terribly
long and the dark hallway seemed to shrink the longer she waited.
When would it be her turn?
Sitting cross legged on the floor with the others, waiting in line,
she drifted into the same nightmare she had been having since Sept. A
loud sound and then the empty feeling like a void in her life, the
car laying on its side and the smell of gas in the air. Heat reaching
her hands as she tried to pull herself out of the back seat belt and
up front to save her daughter.
Looking into the drivers seat was like looking into the worse of all
fears, her husband slumped over the steering wheel, blood covering
his face and hands. Fear ran through her as she touched him, shaking
him gently to see if he was able to wake up, but his limp body only
sagged deeper into the seat. His head turned enough to show eyes wide
open and fixed. She remembered letting out a scream that frightened
her more then the knowledge that the man she loved was dead.
Pain shot through her leg as she reached over the seat and unhooked
the child restraint that Amy was trapped in, motionless, only the
sound of shallow breathing coming from her tiny chest. Angela picked
up the small child and laid her in the back seat beside her. She took
her left leg and while covering Amy with her own body, she kicked the
window out of the side of the car and fought with wrenching pain to
pull her self and child from the fire building in the engine.
"Dear God" she cried, " Please save us from this wreck" and as she
tumbled to a safe place on the side of the dirt road, the car ignited
in flames and bursts of black smoke. Angela made sure that her Amy
was safe and then she laid back on the dry dirt and lost
consciousness. There on the road side she was found, her baby
daughter wrapped in her arms, death a short step away for them both.
Today was Christmas Eve, Amy was with her grandmother where they had
moved since that horrid night when their world had fallen apart. And
there was Angela, waiting to talk to Santa Claus by herself, "what
must these people think of me" she thought, looking around at all the
children with their parents and she, there alone with one single wish
for the holidays. She glanced at her watch once more taking a deep
sigh and getting more comfortable on the floor.
After an hour the line had made it's way to the front of the store,
the sound of laughter and joy filling her ears, but in her heart
there was so little joy left. How could a God that loved the world
take away her James? He was a loving man, a wonderful husband and
caring father and now both Angela and Amy had to face the world
without him. How horrid a thing to do to a family. She never had a
chance to say good-bye, he was just Gone. No more long walks in the
woods, no more kisses goodnight and no more tender hugs that said "I
love you". Gone.
One more family and she was next, she had written a letter to be
sure her words came out the way she wanted. She looked at this 'Jolly
Ol' Man' and wondered what she was doing there, standing in line
alone to talk to Santa Claus, but she made a promise and that was one
she intended to keep no matter what. At 3 Amy couldn't say many words,
but 'See Santa Mommy".
An Elf touched Angela's arm, "Mama, your next, where is your little
kid?". She just smiled and blushed a bit and said she was here to
talk to Santa Claus alone if that was alright. The Elf had a strange
look but allowed her to go up and talk to the man in the red suit.
Angela looked at the tired old man, and had second thoughts about her
journey, but gathered what was left of her own strength and asked if
she could just stand, sitting on his lap was more then she would have
been able to accept and her emotions were raw and ready to snap.
She told Santa Claus about the wreck and the tragic loss their
family had suffered, and she explained to him how Amy, though she
would never walk again from her small legs being crushed on the dash
board, still had the wonderful spirit of a child and asked her to
come and talk to Santa Claus for her. Then Santa reached out his hand
and took hold of Angela's shaking hand, he held it tight and told her
that he knew personally that God hears each prayer and that while we
can't explain why things happen, that her husband James was safe in
the arms of God.
Angela came to her knees and asked how Santa Claus knew the name of
her husband and he just smiled and told her that all of God's
children know those who have passed on, and God shares that which is
needed when it is needed. She allowed a tear to roll down her face as
she thanked him. "Amy wants her daddy's angel to come down tonight
and let her know he is alright and safe in heaven, I didn't have an
answer for her" Angela looked at Santa Claus with wishful eyes and he
chuckled at the question and in a soft voice he answered her,
"Tonight Amy will have the chance to talk with her daddy, just
remember that you must believe".
With that Santa Claus handed her a candycane and laid his finger to
the side and of his nose and winked at her. Angela smiled through her
tears and thanked this kind old man who seemed to know more then she
had shared with him. This was worth the wait to keep a promise, even
if it only was to make two lost people feel better about their loss.
After Angela got back to her mothers house it was dark outside, the
Christmas lights where sparkling in the yard but inside Angela had a
feeling of wanting, a longing for something she knew she would never
have again. One more chance to talk to James and tell him how much
she loves him. Just one more chance. She walked up the back steps
and up to her old bedroom, now she shared it with Amy, but it was
still 'home' to her tired spirit. Angela sank into the clean
bedsheets and needed to rest her head before going down and talking
to Amy about the gift that Santa Claus said she would receive.
"Remember, you must believe... remember you must believe....." the
words keep repeating over and over in her head, for Angela and Amy's
faith was about as strong as a thin piece of grass and the grass was
getting dryer with each passing day. "Believe.. believe.... believe...
...." she drifted into a deep, much needed sleep.
Amy's giggles brought Angela out of her sleep. It had been so long
since she heard that sound she all but ran down the front steps to
see what was happening. There at the bottom of the landing was a
music box, not just any music box, but the very one her James had
given her the year they were married. Long lost in the last move they
had made, Angela had always felt that she would never hear that
sweet song again. Dancing to the sound of Amazing Grace were two
little bears holding hands. Amy laughing and humming along in the
most wonderful off key voice Angela had ever heard. Amys little
braced legs clanging together in time with the tune.
"Mother, where did you find my music box?" Angela asked in amazement,
and her mother told her she had no idea where it came from, "Amy
found the box wrapped in pink paper under the tree with her name on
it, and she opened it before I could get out here and stop her... I'm
sorry if she should have waited dear". Laughing out loud for the
first time in 4 months Angela hugged her mother and then swept Amy up
into her arms and asked "who sent you the pretty gift Amy?". Looking
at her mommy's tears of joy Amy said "Daddy's Angel". And there on
the floor laying with the crumpled wrapping paper was a note "To my 2
special Angels, Thank you for believing. Love Daddy"
I will share with you my angelic experiences. I do not share them often,
as I do not think people would believe me, but this would be the proper
place to do so:):)
About a year after I started studying about angels, I started feeling a
strong presence. It was during a period of turmoil, and a couple of
times while driving my car I felt someone sitting in the back seat. I
almost could see a person, although not visible. It was the same feeling
as if someone was sitting back there. I would turn around and "look" at
him or her, and it would not go away. And then, one night I was hanging
clothes on the clothes line, and I felt a presence again. I looked up on
the roof, and for a brief moment I seen someone sitting on a chair
watching me. I swear he or she was laughing at me, but it disappeared
and it could have been smiling at me. I know this sounds far out, but
these are true experiences, and since I was studying so much about
angels, I figured I brought them into my life and they were making
themselves known that they were watching out for me. Then, what
confirmed my belief in this was one night I was really in despair, at my
ropes end, crying inside and out, and all of a sudden I felt
"fluttering" all about my head and shoulders and started feeling a
warmth and love and caring and I instantly felt better. Since THAT
experience, I have never got to a rope's end because I know for a fact
that they ARE around me at all times and as long as I keep trying to do
good for people and all living things, that they will insure that it
comes back to me.
I have had a couple of experiences when I was younger as well. Once when
I was around nine years old, I woke up one early morning and seen a
person standing at the head of my bed. This person disappeared, but my
grandmother told me it was my guardian angel. And then one other time
when I was about eleven years old, me and my mother were spending the
night with one of her friends, and I slept out on their couch. I awoke
in the very early morning with a severe asthma attack, and was sitting
up trying to breathe, and a very young girl appeared at the foot of my
bed and stood for a while a disappeared. I told my mother's friend about
it and she told me that a very young girl had died in that same home
with some kind of illness. It was not any relationship to her, as they
were renting the mobile home.
I have not had any major experiences since these, but maybe it is
because I am convinced now that they do exist:):):)
In 1979 our family was blessed with a beautiful little girl named Crystal.
She was my granddaughter. Shortly after her second birthday, we found she
had leukemia. Her first remission lasted 18 months, the second six months
and we were not to have another remission.
I have never seen an angel, but I heard one speak to me one time. After
we were told that my granddaughter was terminal with leukemia. One day
I stopped by their apartment to see how everyone was. Crystal was still
able to get around and play at this time and was down the street a couple
of houses playing with friends. She saw me stop in front of her house and
came running. As I watched her coming toward me, it struck me that there
was something different about her, but I could not put my finger on what I
thought I was seeing. Someone spoke to me-AUDIBLY spoke to me-
"Get ready to let her go soon.". I turned to see who had spoken to me-and
there was noone there. This was NOT a thought I had in my head-it was a
voice coming into my ear-of that, I am certain.
The last two weeks of her life were like living with Jesus. Because He or
Angels she thought were Jesus was with her constantly. One day as she lay
on her bed, she fixed her eyes on the ceiling and they glassed
over and we could not get her attention. With her being terminal, of course
it scared us. Her mother shook her hard and called her name-and she came
back to us. A little while later she told us that she had seen Jesus on the
ceiling. Another time, she was sitting on the couch and we asked her if
He was there and she said he was sitting on the back of the couch behind
her. Another time, she said He was lying on the bed beside her. And yet
another time he was in a hanging plant in the living room.
This was around the first of Sept. She asked us one day if it could be
Christmas. We told her sure and set Christmas for Sept. 17. It was a great
Christmas and she got lots of gifts, one of which was a picture of Jesus
holding a beautiful little girl with golden hair (just like Crystal's would
have been if she had not lost it to the chemotherapy).
One evening as I sat rocking her we were looking at the picture.
She was weak this evening and only nodded her head once in a while when I
spoke to her. "Crystal", I asked, "Doesn't that Jesus look like He is a
really tall man? And doesn't that little girl look happy to be in His
arms?" She nodded. So I told her, "I bet that little girl put her arms
up to Him to make it easier for Him to pick her up,
don't you?" A nod. "Well", I said, " I guess that is what you will have to
do, too. When He comes to get you, just put your arms out as far as you can
so it will be easy for Him to pick you up, ok?" She nodded yes and went
off to sleep.
The evening of Oct. 4, our little darling slipped into a coma from which we
thought she would not wake to see us again. We proceeded into the room where she lay. Myself, my oldest
son and his wife were the last to go into the room. As we entered the door,
we felt a push from behind, as tho someone was pressing against us. We all
felt it, looked at each other at the same time and said, "What was that?" We
came to decide it was the "Brush of Angels Wings"! What else could it have
been? There was no draft in the house. We were supposed to hurry in and
not miss the remarkable thing that was about to happen. So, the Angel was
making sure we went in, immediately!
We had all been in the room hanging on every breath
she took. But, at 12:42 a. m. Oct. 5,
her eyes opened wide. She looked around the bed, first at her other grandmother,
then at her Daddy, then at her Mommy and then she turned to look at me,
with such depth in her eyes, it looked as tho they went into infinity.
Then she turned from me and looked up to the ceiling. She came up from her
pillow to a sitting position, extended her arms upward as far as she could
stretch them-then fell back to her pillow------ gone! to the arms of
Is this true story really believable? Can you believe it? I lived it and I
still sometimes have trouble beleiving it! Is this an Angel story,
or am I wrong? I think I shall never as long as I live have another
such profound experience! Maybe after all these years, you folks can help
me really understand and appreciate this experience!! I am a Christian,
I THINK I understand it. Could you please give me your insight to this most
wonderful of happenings?
Thanks for reading!
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