*** Angels ***

[Bella~Vita]

I certainly do believe I have a Guardian Angel , I can't begin to tell you the times when I was in in danger as a teenager while living in NYC ... if I didn't I wouldn't be here today. Cause I know how to mess up a soup sandwich.

[JAGG]

Without question !!!!!!!! I am surrounded by angels.

[princessbelle]

Oh i know for a FACT we have gaurdian angels. I've met mine. I think sharing my story is a good thing and helps me remember that very special time in my life and one i'll never forget. Even though i have shared this story before, i always hesitate sharing it because i'm afraid people will think i'm a freak. LOL oh well...

When i was 16 i was in a head on collision with a drunk driver. I went through the windshield (before seat belts were mandatory). When EMS got there i was laying on the hood in a pool of blood, not breathing.

There is a lot of things that happened next but, i'll make this as brief as i can...

*what i remember...

seeing headlights, hearing glass breaking, screams (the car i was in had 7 people in it, all teenagers, it was one of those old big cars, i was in the middle front seat)

the next thing i remember was hearing the sweetest voice i have ever heard. It was saying the Lord's Prayer. I opened my eyes and i was in a beautiful field and there was a "being" leaning over me and praying with their hands laying over me but not touching me. He/she (i couldn't really tell what sex) slowly raised their head and looked me straight in the eyes. He/she had the most beautiful crystal clear blue eyes i've ever seen. He/she smiled at me, so soft, so comforting, so loving.

All of that said, there was something more magical that happened. It was the feeling that i had. It was a peace like no other i've ever had. Nothing on this earth could compare.

I remember closing my eyes and just drowning in that peace. Wanting to swim in it, live there, enjoy every second of it.

But.

I started hearing noise. Lots of noise and a loud frantic voice saying "I've got a pulse".

I had died. I had went to the next world. I came back. My heart had been shocked 3 times.

Honestly, i didn't want to come back. And a little of that peace followed me for days.

Sometimes i think that is why i can be a hospice nurse. I am not afraid of death. IMO it is just a bridge to the next world.

Hope that wasn't too long or too much blah blah. I just love sharing that story and even though it was almost 34 years ago, it feels like it just happened when i talk about it. I met my guardian angel. Can't wait to see them in person again and tell them thank you for being there with me that day and sending me back for more of this life.

Great thread.

[LaneyDoll]

I once had a very close friend who told me the most beautiful stories about angels. I am not going to share them b/c they were very personal and it almost feels that sharing them will somehow tarnish them.

But, it is because of her, and because of a few things that happened to me personally that I can truthfully say that I believe that angels are among us.

[Ciaran]

I believe unambiguously in angels. In fact, whilst I am not one for much prayer, I pray daily to Saint Michael, the Archangel.

That said, I believe the presence of angels is very different from the traditional imagery of winged creatures with halos and it can be hard to articulate their presence whilst still appearing sane. Sometimes, I wonder if some of those angels watching out for us are spirits who have passed before us - on occasions, I've believed my maternal grandfather to be keeping guard for me (I never met him as he died 13 years before I was born).

With that said, just as I firmly believe that angels exist, I also believe in the existence of demons. Demons are prevalent too in my opinion - which makes the presence of angels all the more important.

[Darbonaire]

I believe wholeheartedly that angels do exist. I have "felt" the energy around me that comes from knowing "someone" is there...but, they aren't seen by human eyes. I know mine are working overtime right now...lol....Goddess bless them.....i also know that they will always be there......

[Gemme]

I want to believe, especially with all these lovely stories, but I have not had any personal experience....to my knowledge...so I can't be 100% sure.

[Gráinne]

I'll tell a story on myself.

Over twenty years ago, my boyfriend at the time and I were driving straight through from Denver to Cleveland (my hometown). The circumstances are a very long story, but we had little money, enough for one tank of gas. We made it as far as Rock Island, Illinois before nearly running out of gas and realizing we needed help.

We stopped at a church, where the pastor gave us $20 and told us to go to this certain gas station-he knew the owner. So we did that, and the station was just this little beat-up place, not the shiny convenience stores you see today. The owner came out, and he was an equally plain little man in dirty overalls. We told him where we'd come from, and he immediately told us to fill the car up on him, then told us to go around the corner to a restaurant he'd point out for lunch-he knew the owner. The gas station man introduced himself as Mr. Moses (not kidding), and fussed over the car, making sure the tires were OK and checking the oil. We were so grateful, as I recall we asked if we could bring him anything back from lunch later on, but he said he was fine.

My boyfriend was pumping the gas, and when the gas station man began walking away from the car, I stuck my head out the passenger side window and called, "Mr. Moses, thank you!" When he turned around, all I can describe is that he was a glowing "being", almost as Princessbelle described (that gave me chills, as it's what I saw and felt). "He" didn't have a gender, nor even very distinct features beyond the eyes, but it was the most profound peace I have ever felt. I had this feeling, as if "he" was speaking to me, that everything was going to be all right and that I was going in the right direction. All this probably took a split second, and my boyfriend later told me he saw Mr. Moses turn around and look at me for a second, but it seemed like eternity. I wanted it to be so.

We went around the corner to lunch in this stereotypical Irish pub-like place, but I still remember that sandwich today. When we were finishing, I told my boyfriend I wanted to go back and thank Mr. Moses. Really, I wanted to go see him again and make sure I wasn't over the bend. We should have been able to go back easily-the restaurant was only about four blocks from the station-but we drove back to where we knew we'd been, and the station wasn't there. Everything else looked exactly the same. We drove around the block another time or so, but never saw it.

I don't necessarily believe that angels live in Heaven with harps and wings, but that's because I don't exactly believe in the concept of heaven as a separate place. That would be a whole other post, but I absolutely believe that there's much that we don't see or understand.

[theoddz]

Yes, I believe in angels.

This is for all of us and the angels we believe in:



Wonderful thread, Katzchen!!!!

~Theo~

[Bleu]

"Be bold and mighty forces will come to your aid."

This is one of my very favorite quotes, even though I am aware it is a misquote. The original quote is:

"Go at it boldly, and you'll find unexpected forces closing round you and coming to your aid." Basil King, 1921

Whenever I was frightened as a child...even now, I'd simply pray and ask for help. I sometimes specifically ask for an angel to accompany me. I have never yet asked for help and not received it. I have and will again feel the presence of loving energy around me and within me. In fact there is an amount of it with me all the time. It becomes greater when I ask for help, when I ask for more. I get through tough times with this help.

This asking for help, the help of positive energy-- angels, if you will, works for me even with something as common as dealing with a difficult person, or helping me keep calm in chaotic circumstances. I also ask for an angel to help me stay rational during time of decision making and also to help me fall asleep before a big trip, mind racing, when I can't seem to stop my brain long enough to rest. (I did this prior to the drive to the Reunion in Little Rock.) A warmth spread through my body that night. A solid and definite peace befell me. I was reset to center.

There have been times of greeter grief where I asked for longer assistance. I simply say a prayer in my mind, pointed and specific. I ask for exactly what I need. I get it every time.

I used to live in Brooklyn and work at the Chelsea Theater in Manhattan. Shows would regularly end very late and by 1 or 2 am I was on the sub headed back to my teeny apartment in Bay Ridge. One of these evenings I was on a car and everyone got off. I was completely alone in the car and once the train was moving again I got up to look to see if there was anyone in the car ahead of me. It was empty too. This was the only time I can recall this ever happening. "The city that never sleeps." is true. I only had two more stops before home. A flash of concern, not fear, hit me but I quelled it quickly by asking for an angel to escort me the rest of the way.

The next stop the doors opened. I hadn't noticed anyone on the platform as we pulled up but a man entered the space and, large as he was, filled the open double doors. He looked disgruntled and rough, a bit filthy. His hands clenched in fists. His jaw muscle bouncing under his unshaven jawline. Yet, I was unafraid. I felt warmth all around me and I, impulsively, instinctively, smiled at him and said, "Good evening."

His fiery eyes cooled. The deep wrinkles between his brow fell away. With a slight jerk his fingers popped from their balled forms. I looked in his eyes directly, unwavering, eyes open. He appeared taken aback for a moment. As the door chimed and closed behind him, he nodded at me and with two long strides took his seat at the opposite end of the car.

Fifteen minutes later, safely home, I said a prayer of thanks and slept soundly that night. This is only one of myriad instances where I have avoided danger by asking for assistance from the Universe and a little piece of that Universe came to my aid. I call those pieces angels.

xo~Bleu