*** Angels ***

[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

[Ebon]

Absolutely. Arch angel Michael always comes through for me. Uriel makes me laugh when I need it. I've met angels in human form as well.

[1QuirkyKiwi]

As Artsy-fartsy as I am, I’m also philosophical and down to earth, and believe in Angels. A few incidences in my life have been enough confirmation that they exist and protect us.

My perception of them is mixed. By this I mean, I identify more with my Maori Atua (Gods/esses) and ancestors because they were the larger influence in my life, yet, I also embrace the Catholic and the Norse.

[Rockinonahigh]

When I was born very prematurely weighing less than 2 pounds,my gram said she was holding me praying for help of the lord and angles to save my life with me in good health if it was ment to be.She told me dureing this time she had a peaceful feeling of serinity,hope and love.Then she dreamed of the vergin Mary and Saint Michale she thin mromised to do a Saint Joseph alter yearly as long as she lived if they would grant her prayers.I'm still hear and yes,gram had the Joseph alters yearly till she passed.I am also named for the Vergin Mary and Saint Michael.Yes,I beleave in angles,they have guieded me(even if I havent always listned) they have saved me from fates I dont even want to know could have happened.I also beleave that I am where I am suposed to be at this time of my life and if its ment to change it will cause its suposed to change no mater how or why I want it NOW I need to just chill for the time being and injoy the ride.

[Soft*Silver]

back in the era of the vietnam war and daisy chains and hippie love, my sister found herself pregnant out of wedlock at Kent State University. She didnt want to tell my mom, didnt want to have an abortion, didnt want to drop out of college, didnt have money to raise the baby on her own and had no man to back the baby with a name. It was Easter time and she was wanting to go home but was paralyzed...not knowing what to do. Being pregnant out of wedlock back then was akin to wearing a red letter A on one's chest society-wise. So she went to visit a church. She has always been very spiritual and at one time, even wanted to be a nun.

As she was kneeling and praying, a priest walked up and sat down next to her. he spoke in broken english, and asked her what was wrong. She looked up and was stunned to see that the man looked so much like our dear departed grandmother, whom my sister was so very close to. My sister poured her story out to the priest, and he advised her to go home and tell our mother, to leave college to have the baby and God would help her to return to finish her degree. The priest told my sister he was a visiting priest, in for the holidays and hoped she would do well, as he didnt expect to see her again.

So my sister went home that weekend and told my mom. My mom was devastated but relieved that she wanted to have the baby. They made a plan and my sister went home to finish out the semester and then come home.
On her last week there, she went back to the church to find out if she could make contact with that priest. The church's priest looked strangely at her as she told her story, and informed her that there had been no visiting priest at the church for Easter. He had performed all the services himself.

My sister believed it was my grandmother herself, who has become our guardian angel. Or at least a spirit who watched over us.

My sister shared this story with me many times. Yet, when I brought it up to her recently, she has no memory of it. I traced it back in my journals that I have kept throughout the years. It was there several times. Why she does not remember now, when she and I spoke of it throughout our lives, I dont know.

[iamkeri1]

Miss Tia
My brother was a student at Kent State During that time. I wonder if we are related ;-)

I'm sorry, I don't mean to tease you, but it was the love generation, after all. This is a beautiful story. Moms are so good about helping you figure things out. Sounds like you both had a good one. It's none of my business, but I'm interested in what happened to the baby?

I agree it is odd your sister does not remember this incident. How lucky that you could prove it to yourself through your journal entries.
Smooches
Keri

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Originally Posted by Miss_Tia

back in the era of the vietnam war and daisy chains and hippie love, my sister found herself pregnant out of wedlock at Kent State University. She didnt want to tell my mom, didnt want to have an abortion, didnt want to drop out of college, didnt have money to raise the baby on her own and had no man to back the baby with a name. It was Easter time and she was wanting to go home but was paralyzed...not knowing what to do. Being pregnant out of wedlock back then was akin to wearing a red letter A on one's chest society-wise. So she went to visit a church. She has always been very spiritual and at one time, even wanted to be a nun.

As she was kneeling and praying, a priest walked up and sat down next to her. he spoke in broken english, and asked her what was wrong. She looked up and was stunned to see that the man looked so much like our dear departed grandmother, whom my sister was so very close to. My sister poured her story out to the priest, and he advised her to go home and tell our mother, to leave college to have the baby and God would help her to return to finish her degree. The priest told my sister he was a visiting priest, in for the holidays and hoped she would do well, as he didnt expect to see her again.

So my sister went home that weekend and told my mom. My mom was devastated but relieved that she wanted to have the baby. They made a plan and my sister went home to finish out the semester and then come home.
On her last week there, she went back to the church to find out if she could make contact with that priest. The church's priest looked strangely at her as she told her story, and informed her that there had been no visiting priest at the church for Easter. He had performed all the services himself.

My sister believed it was my grandmother herself, who has become our guardian angel. Or at least a spirit who watched over us.

My sister shared this story with me many times. Yet, when I brought it up to her recently, she has no memory of it. I traced it back in my journals that I have kept throughout the years. It was there several times. Why she does not remember now, when she and I spoke of it throughout our lives, I dont know.

[Kätzchen]

What a treat to read each narrative offering – your own personal account and experience – with regard for the subject of Angels!

Where do I even begin? The subject of Angels fascinates me greatly not only because of the experience I had years ago. But even over the course of my lifetime, I have often wondered if other events in my life might share a connection to what I have come to loosely define as human experience with supernatural beings or events of a supernatural kind.

I want to say that I appreciate the mindfulness each one of you express in that some of our experiences reside close to our own religious or spiritual practices, while others express their own set of experience which is framed by either the lack of personal experience or the possibility that their core sets of beliefs do not embrace a system of belief that Angels may or may not exist.

For example, princessbelle shared that a supernatural being (an Angel) came to her side during a near fatal car accident and provisionally supplied on her behalf of all that she could need during the moments ahead. I share a similar experience like hers too but I do not remember an Angelic being presiding over the entire affair; whereas in the case of princessbelle’s account, an Angel presided over her traumatic affair.

I appreciate LaneyDoll’s disclosure in that her very close friend’s account of Angelic experience is entirely localized to her own situation and privileging the privacy of her friends’ account. I resonate wholeheartedly with giving due regard and I resonate with Gemme as well in that although she has not experienced an Angelic visitation; thus, she cannot be completely certain of the existence of Angels. However, Darbonaire’s experience is that he believes Angels exist without a doubt but in his minds eye, Angels are not seen. I think it is important to note the distinction Darbonaire’s experience marks because there are cases where people have not experienced seeing an Angel yet they believe the possibility that Angels exist.

I appreciate and like it so much that Bleu, JAGG and Theo share from their own experience the notion of: “Be bold and mighty forces will come to your aid” (Basil King, 1921) (see notion also supported by The Marine Corps). I like how Bleu framed her personal account in that whenever she felt the need for reassurance during a situation of discomfort that she called upon the “universe” to supply her every need – in social and psychological ways. I presume this is the mindset of Marines too as I mentioned privately to JAGG and Theo that there are members of the Marines in my family (my father’s brothers) and at many a family reunion, we would be regaled by our uncles stories of harrowing times during wartime status and how they would rely upon this particular mindset of beliefs to carry them through.

I want to say that for me, I grew up in a household where various religious and spiritual-based realities were practiced. My father (and his side of the family) was Roman Catholic; whereas my mother and her side of the family were of a complicated set of beliefs which ranged from and included worshipping with: Nazarene’s, Mennonites, Quaker’s and practicing indigenous, since time immemorial, sets of Cherokee beliefs and spiritual practice.

My interest in whether Angels exist or if people believe in the existence of Angels is primarily a sheer interest in whether people in my own community of family and friends may share in having had an encounter with Angels and if so, what dynamics do people recall about their own encounter with supernatural beings (in this case, Angels).

Thank you, to each one of you, for sharing your ideas and experiences in relationship to Angels. It was so nice, rather sweet, to see each response for the subject of Angels!

*Thank you *

PS/ I smiled especially today to see my rep section filled with "Angels"!

[JAGG]

Originally Posted by 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

Marines always say " Be brave and great forces will come to your aid." And it is very true. I can tell you countless stories.