Saved by an Angel (11 page)

I began getting up each morning, journaling my thoughts, my fears, my joys, and whatever was on my mind. I could now sit quietly for as long as I wanted, and write. It was wonderful. It wasn’t long before I found that information was coming to me via the paper I wrote on. I would go back and reread all that was written and be amazed. At first it startled me, just as the whispers in my ears had. And with time, I discovered that it was a joy, and that a relationship was forming with my angels. When the angels were done passing information on to me, they always ended with “Love and Light, Your Angels.” I was never frightened by this experience, but I never told a soul.

A few years passed, and we moved to Camano Island, near Seattle. For the first time in my life, I was surrounded by trees, woods, and gardens. I had been in the city, surrounded by cement and tall buildings, for 48 years. I had always prayed that I would live in the country one day. I spent the first summer working in the yard with my hands in the dirt, and I loved it. I realized, as winter arrived, that I had spent five months in nature; and for the first time in my life, I had made a connection with Mother Earth. My husband and I even built an area where I could meditate and be close to all of the creatures, trees, and the wonderful earth.

On July 1, 1998, as I sat in my peaceful garden reading, I noticed something in my line of sight. There, standing 50 feet away, was a woman dressed in white, with long golden hair that sparkled. She even seemed to glow, and the field around her body vibrated. As I sat looking at her, she said, “Hello, my name is Angora. I am the Angel of Peace. I have much information to share with you.”

With that, I jumped up, ran into the house, grabbed paper and pen, came back to the garden, and wrote down everything she told me. Hours passed by the time she said she would have to leave me, but not to worry, for she would be sure to wake me at 4:44. I was to have paper and pen ready and write down all that she said. I kept our date, and we have been in contact ever since.

Now, there are times when weeks pass before I remember to write. But Angora, bless her heart, is always there for me. I find that I spend a good deal of time in conversation with her. I can ask for assistance, and she guides me each step of the way. Angora has taught me a lot about the universe, and she has given me the gift of understanding. She has given me the strength to do and try things that I might not have tried in the past.

I have only seen her in form that one time. I am aware of her presence, I hear her in my head … and most important, I listen. I encourage
you
to open your heart and listen for that voice. The angels wait for your invitation. They love you. I urge you to trust and to open your arms, and you will receive their love and guidance.

Chapter 3

H
ELP FROM
M
YSTERIOUS
S
TRANGERS

R
EST
-A
REA
A
NGELS
by Kathleen Smith

I was traveling on a rural highway very late at night. I’d needed to go to the bathroom for a long time but hadn’t passed any businesses. When I came to a rest area, I really had no choice but to stop, and said a hurried prayer for protection. I entered the women’s bathroom, and inside there was a large man in yellow rain gear: hood, pants, gloves, and boots. He said, “Oh, am I in the wrong bathroom?” and started walking toward me.

Then I smelled the strong scent of flowers and felt myself literally lifted up by what had to be an angel and “glided” out the door and to the curb. I was a bit astonished, but not afraid or upset.

At that moment a car drove up, and three couples got out. I was so relieved. I remember thinking that they must be incarnated angels … they were superthin, dark complected, and very well dressed; and they seemed to sparkle. They spoke a foreign language among themselves, and their voices were kind of high-pitched and melodious. I’d never heard anything like the language they were speaking. And their car was futuristic looking, not like any vehicle I’d ever seen. I think the angels
wanted
me to realize that this was a Divine intervention.

I saw the man in the rain gear on the far sidewalk—he must have left the women’s restroom through the door on the opposite side. I felt completely calm and safe and went in the bathroom with the women. When we came out, the man in the rain gear was talking to one of the men, who nodded to me as I passed them on the way to my car.

I know that the man in the rain gear had intended to hurt me, but I have only positive feelings associated with this incident. I’d been through some difficult times during the holidays, and this experience gave me so much peace and hope about my future. I now know without a doubt that angels truly exist and that they do protect us. They can and do perform miracles, and they’re able to save our lives. I feel so blessed and am now a lightworker, committed to helping others and the planet.

A
LEC’S
G
UARDIAN
A
NGEL
by Diane Bridges

When my son, Alec, was two years old, we were having some work done at our house. The workers asked if I would go down the hill to Duke’s (an old-fashioned hamburger stand) to get them burgers. I took my husband’s new car, which I was not used to driving. It had a gearshift between the seats. Alec came with me. When we got to Duke’s, I left him in his car seat, locked the door, and went about ten feet up to the window to order the hamburgers.

All of a sudden, I saw Alec reach over and move the gearshift out of
PARK
. The car started rolling backward since Duke’s was on an incline. I ran to the car, struggling to unlock it, but I couldn’t stop it from rolling. All those stories you hear about mothers picking up boulders and trees resulting from a rush of adrenaline just didn’t happen to me. I absolutely could not stop the car, and now it was out on Pacific Coast Highway.

I was hysterical, but still running alongside the car, trying to unlock it. All of a sudden, the car stopped with a jolt. I looked up, and there was a man holding the vehicle from behind. He told me to unlock the car, get in, and start the engine. I did what he said, pulled back into the parking lot, and immediately stopped to get out and thank him … but he was gone. I never saw where he came from or where he went!

S
TRANGER ON AN
I
CY
H
IGHWAY
by Susan Daly

While retrieving a chain that had fallen off of his car, my husband, Clark, had slipped and fallen on an icy patch. After he managed to climb the hill to our house, he collapsed on our floor, writhing in agony. He had hurt his back during the fall.

I immediately called our HMO and asked for an ambulance to take him to the hospital. They said that they would be glad to send one, but if Clark had no significant injury, we would have to pay $500. Since I couldn’t tell whether my husband’s injury was “significant” and I didn’t have that much money to spare, I decided to drive him myself; and my son, Scott, came along.

As we drove down a very busy stretch of freeway, Clark became nauseated, and I had to pull off onto the shoulder of the road. Afterward, I began the daunting task of merging back into traffic, which was moving at a fast clip. It was a very dark night, and as a space in the long line of headlights appeared, I began to maneuver into the lane only to find that I couldn’t get traction in the snow! Scott opened the sliding door on the side of the van and tried to push us, but we sat with tires spinning, making no progress forward.

The empty spot in traffic had given way to another continuous string of headlights. I tried to get to an area where there might be more traction, but the van still didn’t move! I put my head in my hands on the steering wheel and said, “God, I need help
now!
”

A moment later, a car stopped in the right lane of the freeway about ten feet behind my van. Its headlights were on, but not the emergency flasher lights that would warn other drivers that it was stopped. A long line of cars had come to a halt behind it. It was almost like a time warp, if you will, except that traffic continued to move in the other lanes. The road was slick, so for all those cars to just stop without accidents occurring was phenomenal. It would have even been miraculous if the pavement had been dry!

I saw a person get out of the stopped car. He appeared to be of average height, dressed in pants (probably jeans), a short jacket, gloves, and a stocking cap. I couldn’t see any facial features, since the lights from the cars behind him only allowed me to see a shadow. Somehow I knew that he was there to help my son push, so I gave the engine gas and focused on getting the van moving to a point where we’d have enough traction to drive on our own.

As I felt the van’s speed increase, I told my son to jump in, fearing that I would get stuck again if I stopped to pick him up. My concern about my son getting into a moving vehicle distracted my attention from the person helping him. Tasked with shifting gears and avoiding a guardrail, I had my hands full and couldn’t open the window to thank our rescuer.

Later on, when I asked Scott if he had been able to thank the person who had helped him push, he said, “What are you talking about, Mom? There wasn’t anyone helping me push the van. I did it all by myself!” At age 15, Scott was convinced that he was strong enough to have pushed the van on his own.

So many times I’ve wished that I could thank the person who helped get us back on the road, but I actually doubt that he was a person; I think he was an angel sent in response to my prayer for help. After all, it wasn’t possible for someone to have seen our plight, stopped his car, gotten to the back of my van and pushed, and then returned to his own car in the time frame in which this incident occurred. How could all that have happened on a crowded, fast-moving freeway in icy weather, without there being an accident? The only possible answer is Divine intervention, an immediate response to my short, demanding prayer.