Saved by an Angel (37 page)

A
NGEL
L
IGHTS

T
HE
C
HOICE
by Christine Sinon

When I was pregnant with my first child, I lived on a small island in Micronesia—Pohnpei.

I’d gotten up to use the outhouse in the middle of the night. Nobody else in the house was awake. I left the door ajar because it always got stuck, and I didn’t want to wake everybody up when I came back. As I returned to the house, I felt a silence around me, as if I were separated from the house.

The front door had been closed and locked—at least
I
couldn’t open it—but nobody was awake inside. I tapped lightly, thinking that whoever closed the door would still be awake and let me in, but nobody stirred and nobody heard me. It was as if we were separated by some invisible barrier. I walked around to the back door, looked in our bedroom window, and tried to wake my husband.

Once in the backyard, I felt a multitude of spiritual presences around and above me, not threatening in any way, but perhaps curious. I saw many points of light that looked like stars, but they were very close to me in the night air, probably about six feet off the ground (I am 5'3''), and I felt as if the spirits were just slightly above my head. Although I didn’t see anything concrete, I somehow knew that they were spirits of dead relatives of my husband.

I felt that they were asking if I wanted one of them to be reincarnated as the soul of the baby I was carrying. At the time, I did not believe in reincarnation. I tried to shrug these feelings off and attempted to get back in the house. I knocked louder and even called out, but the people in the house didn’t hear me. I felt that if I didn’t make some kind of choice, I would be stuck outside all night. I was starting to feel scared.

Finally, I said aloud, “I don’t want any of you. I don’t even know any of you. You’re being too pushy. I’ll take someone who’s sitting up there in a corner somewhere who gave up on ever having another chance at life on Earth a long time ago!”

And in that instant, the night sounds returned. I walked to the front door, and it was ajar, just as I had left it. And the next morning, nobody admitted to having gotten up, closed, locked, and then opened the door.

L
IGHTS OF
P
URITY AND
J
OY
by Jonathan Robinson

Several years ago, some friends and I went to the Anza-Borrego Desert, about 100 miles east of San Diego. Our plan was to spend several days hiking and meditating. After a day of hiking, we found a very remote spot and started to set up camp for the night.

My spiritual teacher had told me that angelic beings sometimes visited this area, and that they could sometimes be attracted by the playing of music. He had given my friend and me wooden flutes, even though neither of us knew how to play them. He told us to find a place that felt comfortable and learn how to play a simple song together.

We became very engrossed in trying to play our flutes. After about an hour, the air seemed to start vibrating around us. My friend and I looked up and saw five balls of light surrounding us. The lights were different colors and sizes, ranging from a couple feet to perhaps seven feet in diameter. At first I thought I was hallucinating, but then I saw my friend pointing to the same balls of light I was seeing. We were in awe.

The balls of light started to make childlike noises, as if they were playing with us by bouncing around our heads. They seemed to emanate a vibration of purity, innocence, and just plain fun.

W
HITE
L
IGHTS AND THE
M
IRACULOUS
R
ECOVERY
by Donna Deruvo

My seven-year-old son, Joseph, was very ill. I was naturally very concerned about his recovery, and worried that he would have long-term damage from his illness if his medication did not work. I prayed every day, asking God to send as many angels as possible to heal and protect him. I prayed that the Archangel Raphael would surround Joseph in his green light of healing. I prayed morning, noon, and night, trying not to doubt, especially when I looked at Joseph’s limp body sleeping in my bed.

One afternoon, Joey asked me to lie down with him, complaining of feeling worse than ever. He cried in pain, and I cried in fear. Again, I began to pray, stronger than ever before. As I closed my eyes, I began to see little white lights in the darkness. I assumed that there was something in my eyes, or that I was seeing things. I opened my eyes to focus and kept seeing these lights. I can’t really describe this, but it was beautiful all around the room. I kept looking, not understanding what I was seeing. But as suddenly as they appeared, they disappeared.

The next day, Joey woke up feeling much better. He had a quick recovery, with no lasting symptoms. I thank the angels and God.

I
LLUMINATION
by Lisa Crofts

On December 8, 1994, at 7:50
P.M.
, I was on my way to visit a friend whom I had not seen in years. I was 23 years old. Just a week before, I had bought a beautiful bumper sticker that I hadn’t yet put on my car. It read: “C
AUTION:
N
EVER DRIVE FASTER THAN YOUR ANGELS CAN FLY
!” Those words stood out in my mind so much that I was only going 5 miles over the 50-mile-per-hour speed limit.

Just as I approached the crest of a hill, a dark vehicle passed me going the opposite way. When I looked back in front of me, I saw a huge cloud of dirt. I then saw something I will never forget in my entire life: a car was coming straight at me! I thought,
Oh my God, I’m going to die!

At the moment just before impact, the other car became illuminated in a glorious white light, and I had a moment of clarity. I knew I would not die, but that the person in the other car
would,
and that I was going to be in a great deal of pain. The other car exploded on impact. I was hit hard, and fortunately I was wearing my seat belt and had an air bag.

With flaming debris flying everywhere, I crawled out of my car’s passenger side. I saw people trapped in the other car. I had to help them! I took only a few steps when my legs gave out. I found out later that I had a broken ankle.

I watched helplessly as other passersby tried in vain to save the young driver’s life, but he burned to death there on the side of the road. He was only 24. It was learned later that he had been passing many cars, and when he tried to pass the last one, a race started because the dark vehicle got that “You can’t pass me” attitude. That’s where I came in, and my life changed forever.

It took me a while to understand the vision of the white light until I talked with the woman who had sold me the bumper sticker. She said that the white light was my angel helping me get through the trauma. What an amazing thought for me to contemplate. Not that I don’t believe in angels, but nothing like that had ever happened to me! I know now that my vision helped me more than I can ever understand, and I will be forever grateful for my angels’ help.

E
SCORTED BY
A
NGELS
by Elaine M. Elkins

My husband and I were flying to Reno, Nevada, for some fun. I am so terrified to fly that I always take a pill to calm me in the air. On the Reno flight, though, I had forgotten to bring a pill with me. The flight was becoming progressively bumpier. I could feel the plane dropping altitude and then climbing. The pilot apologized for the turbulence and said he was trying different altitudes, yet nothing was working. The flight crew was ordered to sit down and buckle up.

I told my husband that I was terrified, and I didn’t think we were going to make it. He was the picture of calmness. I thought for sure that the plane was going to go down. I had never experienced anything like it, and I was so mad for forgetting to take my pill. He gave me a book to read to take my mind off the flight, but I wondered how anyone could read at such a time. He said, “You really need to read this book; it will help,” and he handed me a copy of
Angel Therapy.

I read that Raphael will come with you when you travel and help you arrive at your destination safely. So I silently told the archangel,
I am terrified, scared silly. Please be here to help this plane land safely.
Still, I didn’t feel anything but fear. Then I read that you can call a thousand angels, and they will be there. So I silently prayed,
I am really scared; I want to return home to my children. My daughter needs me. I need a thousand angels here. I need to know you are here.

I was staring out the window, and all of a sudden I saw little bright dots on it. At first, I thought it was that light you see in your peripheral vision. So I stared. As I continued to look, I could see definite patterns of light coming up into a starburst and trailing down like fireworks, only to fall to the bottom of the window and then form another starburst.

I also saw the little dancing lights form a circle and spin. For the longest time, I watched these patterns on the windows. My husband asked what I was doing. I smiled and replied, “I’m watching the angels.” I then felt that we were going to be okay. I watched the angels play for the rest of the flight and realized that the plane was going to make it. It did, thanks to Raphael and his band of angels.

We had a wonderful time in Reno with our friends. On the flight home, I kept staring at the window. It was a wonderful flight—no turbulence at all. I realized that the reason I didn’t see the lights was because I felt safe and knew we would be home soon. The angels were there, and they were wonderful.