*** Angels ***

Soft*Silver · 10-30-2012, 12:26 PM

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 · 10-30-2012, 02:53 PM

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.

Soft*Silver · 10-30-2012, 04:07 PM

Keri, the baby is my oldest niece. She is the image of my mother! She is a wonderful woman and her two boys are the boys I babysit.

I sent you a rep about the father of my niece. It would be amazing if we were related...lol

princessbelle · 10-30-2012, 04:40 PM

Wow!!! I am so addicted to this thread!!!!!

Katzchen!!! You scored a huge touchdown girl!!! Just shows more of your internal beauty and heart. I so adore you and this just makes it even deeper.

Reading these stories have given my spiritness a new awakening, a freshness that was needed and it just is wonderful!!!

guihong...i have to tell you...

I was reading your story at the doc office today with my mom. I read it to her as well. It was honestly hard to read because i started tearing up and by the end had tears running down my face. I am so VERY HAPPY you had that experience and you "get" what i was talking about...that face with beauty that only angels possess. That glow. That peace. Isn't it wonderful!!!

It got me and mom talking again about the account of my accident. She told me today, and she never told me this till today, that i changed after that. Instead of being a little tiny girl that was afraid of my shadow, i became a woman after that, strong, confident and peaceful. THAT made me cry as well. LOL.

Thank you all for your stories/thoughts/feelings!!!! keep 'em comin!!!

DamonK · 10-30-2012, 05:05 PM

Yes.

I've 3, or I used to.

I know of 2 strongly.

He gave me courage to learn. He always wanted to know what I learned in school that day. If only he could see me now! His head would spin with all the damned numbers.

She....well, she's a different story. When emotional pain comes, or something personal overwhelms me, she's there. When I want to relapse, she's there. Sometimes, she's there when I have night terrors. She used to be every time.

She was there when I met MBE.

She doesn't come to me as often. I understood her final gift to me.

MBE.

Kätzchen · 10-30-2012, 03:01 PM

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"!

10-30-2012, 12:26 PM	#1
SoftSilver Infamous Member How Do You Identify?: femme Preferred Pronoun?: she Relationship Status: Married Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: rose cottage Posts: 5,594 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 8,948 Thanked 15,897 Times in 4,064 Posts Rep Power*: 21474857	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. __________________ Pole bachit, a lis chuye. The field sees, the forest hears

10-30-2012, 04:07 PM	#3
SoftSilver Infamous Member How Do You Identify?: femme Preferred Pronoun?: she Relationship Status: Married Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: rose cottage Posts: 5,594 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 8,948 Thanked 15,897 Times in 4,064 Posts Rep Power*: 21474857	Keri, the baby is my oldest niece. She is the image of my mother! She is a wonderful woman and her two boys are the boys I babysit. I sent you a rep about the father of my niece. It would be amazing if we were related...lol __________________ Pole bachit, a lis chuye. The field sees, the forest hears

10-30-2012, 04:40 PM	#4
princessbelle Infamous Member How Do You Identify?: femme Preferred Pronoun?: femme ones Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Tennessee Posts: 6,100 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 29,380 Thanked 30,496 Times in 5,198 Posts Rep Power: 21474858	Wow!!! I am so addicted to this thread!!!!! Katzchen!!! You scored a huge touchdown girl!!! Just shows more of your internal beauty and heart. I so adore you and this just makes it even deeper. Reading these stories have given my spiritness a new awakening, a freshness that was needed and it just is wonderful!!! guihong...i have to tell you... I was reading your story at the doc office today with my mom. I read it to her as well. It was honestly hard to read because i started tearing up and by the end had tears running down my face. I am so VERY HAPPY you had that experience and you "get" what i was talking about...that face with beauty that only angels possess. That glow. That peace. Isn't it wonderful!!! It got me and mom talking again about the account of my accident. She told me today, and she never told me this till today, that i changed after that. Instead of being a little tiny girl that was afraid of my shadow, i became a woman after that, strong, confident and peaceful. THAT made me cry as well. LOL. Thank you all for your stories/thoughts/feelings!!!! keep 'em comin!!! __________________ ~ I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. ~ Maya Angelou

10-30-2012, 03:01 PM	#6
Kätzchen Member How Do You Identify?: As a very feminine woman. Join Date: May 2010 Location: Near smoke signals in the sky. Posts: 16,209 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 29,450 Thanked 33,611 Times in 10,707 Posts Rep Power: 21474868	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"! __________________ “The way someone treats you is not a reflection of your worth: It’s a reflection of their emotional capacity,” — Jillian Turecki. I’m doing my part, as an American citizen, who is concerned about losing our Democracy: I boycott agencies and businesses and service providers who do not support the US Constitution and the Bill of Rights. Support Democracy: Vote Blue

10-30-2012, 05:05 PM	#5
DamonK Senior Member How Do You Identify?: . Preferred Pronoun?: . Relationship Status: . Join Date: May 2010 Location: . Posts: 2,199 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 1,527 Thanked 7,762 Times in 1,881 Posts Rep Power: 21474854	Yes. I've 3, or I used to. I know of 2 strongly. He gave me courage to learn. He always wanted to know what I learned in school that day. If only he could see me now! His head would spin with all the damned numbers. She....well, she's a different story. When emotional pain comes, or something personal overwhelms me, she's there. When I want to relapse, she's there. Sometimes, she's there when I have night terrors. She used to be every time. She was there when I met MBE. She doesn't come to me as often. I understood her final gift to me. MBE.