Over the years, my life, and the life of my family have been touched in many ways by strange, unexplained, and unusual occurrences. Some people would call it coincidence, others might name it psychic phenomena, while others will, no doubt, subscribe to the, "there has to be a logical explanation for it all, "school of thinking. And then there are those who would simply call it nonsense. I, on the other hand choose to call it Divine Intervention.
I am not a biblical scholar, nor do I have a PH.D. in philosophy. I belong to a church, which I attend regularly, yet I would not call myself religious. The term I would use is "spiritual." In fact, I am really not sure exactly how to explain these experiences in a way that would make any kind of sense to anyone except myself.
God hasn't spoken to me personally, in the literal sense. I am not in the habit of carrying on conversations with invisible people that only I can see. It doesn't happen all the time. It's not dramatic, frightening, or anything like the hauntings we are used to seeing portrayed in movies and on television.
I only know that there is something greater than myself that touches my life from time to time and that has a profound effect on it. I have come to understand it as my "gift" which encompasses everything from the presence of either spirit guides or angels, warnings, premonitions, & dreams that sometimes come true, to name but a few in terms which are commonly used to describe such experiences. Having no better words to explain it, I will adopt these terms for the sake of calling them something.
I was told from an early age that our family was blessed with a special gift. For us, occasionally the veil is lifted between this world and the next. It is like living in two worlds at the same time. One is reality. The other is something mercurial, fleeting, gossamer. It is there, yet it is not. My gift is slightly different from my sister's whose manifestations are much more frequent and very visual. Mine are more psychic in nature--More connected to inner thought and feelings rather than physical form. I think the term would be empathic. I can often feel what others are feeling--a frustrating experience at times for feelings are much more honest than our thoughts and words.
My sister, on the other hand, is visited almost daily by any number of visible entities that flit in and out of her line of vision, or who hover about her. They might appear as she is washing dishes or relaxing with a good movie. They show up on her front porch, appear in hallways, watch her as she is going about her daily activities. They seem drawn to her for some reason. She is constantly bombarded with that feeling that someone is watching her and when she turns to look, she will catch a glimpse of a shadow or a fading vision.
She related the story of a young man who presented himself to her on the job site. She was part of a flagging service for road projects. She could sense him there, pacing back and forth behind her as she directed traffic. He was wearing a baseball cap, jacket and jeans. Sometimes he would stand with his hand on his hips just watching her. Other times he would pace behind her with his head down as if contemplating something. She felt he wanted to say something, but didn't because she was so busy with the traffic. He stayed with her all day. This is just one of many stories of incidents that have happened to her over the years.
The Snapple Angel
It was one of those hot and dusty days on a busy Oregon road construction project. My sister had spent the entire day, (from early morning to late afternoon), without a break. She had run out of water and was fast dehydrating as the sun beat down on her hard hat. The Florescent orange vest did nothing to reflect the heat that rose from the pavement in waves of torment. The soles of her boots had become spongy from the long hours of standing on the scorching roadbed.
She was fast becoming weakened and needed something cool, refreshing, and liquid. As she held her sign and watched the traffic she asked God to send her something to drink.
"Anything", she pleaded... "as long as it is wet and cold."
Suddenly a van pulled up alongside her from out of nowhere. It had not been there just moments before. An older man leaned across the seat with two bottles in his hands.
"Lemonade or tea?" he asked with a smile on his face. Large letters were written across the side of the van. It read: Snapple.
She kindly took the tea and guzzled it down, almost without stopping. The van drove off and disappeared in the distance. When she got home she called me excitedly on the phone to tell me about her Snapple Angel. She said she has never seen the van or the man again. In fact, she said that the van was not your normal delivery truck. This was something very unordinary and very special.
I have had a few such experiences but have yet to actually see a physical form. I catch glimpses of shadows or a presence but, as of yet, have not seen the actual entity as my sister has. I feel their presence and often times hear them. One morning, while laying in bed alone, (my husband had left for work earlier), I felt the mattress move. It was if someone had climbed upon my bed and was kneeling next to me. I could sense the actual change in the mattress, though I could not see anything. Then, I felt someone... I sensed it's child-like nature. It poked at me as a child would, who wanted my attention. This entity poked at me, up and down my leg and arm until I said, "Alright! Alright! I'll get up." I had been very depressed that day and the child goaded me to get up and do something besides feeling sorry for myself.
Another time I heard my son's voice and sensed his presence at the end of my bed. He said, "Mom!" just as plain as day. Well, I immediately phoned him, trying to contact him. When I finally succeeded, I asked him if he had been thinking of me that morning about 8:30 a.m. I told him that he had appeared to me at the foot of my bed. I sensed him, heard him. I did not see him. "So, what do you want?" I asked him. At the exact time this had happened, he had indeed been thinking of me. He told me that he was upset over a disagreement we had had and had been thinking of calling me.
There have been many occasions when I have heard a child cry out in the night, "Mom!" only to find my own children sound asleep when I would get up to check. The voice always seems distant, unreal, like I am being called from far far away. I have often wondered what child has been calling to me in the night. Have I picked up on some child's thought pattern, invaded a dream, or perhaps plucked some bit of energy out of the night from somewhere else. This kind of incident always bothers me, for I am unable to help the child who is calling to "Mom", who ever she may be.
Amidst it all the one thing that has stayed with me is a sense of never being quite alone. There have been many times that I sensed danger, or felt uneasy about a situation. There have been many times when that wee small voice whispered in my ear. At times my senses were as acute as if I had been shocked by some unseen electrical impulse. Then there were the times when prayers were answered or some unknown person would come to my aid and then be gone.
My Grandfather was a very spiritual man. One day he took a taxi into town to take care of some personal business. As he was going into an office building a street person walked up to him and begged for money. Grandpa always kept a $5.00 bill in his wallet for emergencies. It had been in his wallet for so long he had memorized the serial numbers. It was his lucky bill.
The lucky bill was all he had left, but he gave it to the man and went about his personal business. When he climbed into the taxi to go back home, he found a $5.00 bill on the floor of the cab. He looked at the serial numbers and to his surprise, it was his lucky bill, the very same bill he had given the beggar.
I have learned to heed the warnings, the feelings, the wee small voice in my ear. I have learned to trust it. Believe me, some of these warnings come so strongly I couldn't ignore them even if I wanted to. I can't explain them in scientific terms, nor can I prove they exist. I only know what I know from my own personal experience and knowledge.
There was an incident that my mother related a couple of years ago. A young man came to her door asking for work to earn money for a bus ticket somewhere. My Grandfather always said that you never know when Christ might come to your door, so he would never turn anyone away. There were many mornings and evenings when strangers shared meals with the family. So, as my Grandfather would have done, she found some yard work for him to do, even though it really didn't need to be done at all. She said he wasn't very good at it but they began to talk as he worked. They built quite a rapport. She said he was a very nice young man. He told her a little bit about himself, but never mentioned his name or anything personal. He spent a good part of the day chatting and working.
When they both agreed that he had indeed earned the money he had requested, she handed him his earnings and he headed down the alley. Suddenly he turned and with a smile and a wave hollered back at her, "I'm Michael!" A dog barked and my mother looked away for an instant. When she looked back, he was gone. Gone where? She didn't know because there was no entrance or exits there where he had been standing. And he didn't have enough time to get to the end of the alley. He had just vanished. As she related it to me she concluded, "I have just been visited by Michael, the Arch Angel. And you know, I believe her.
Another incident I remember her sharing with us was about my younger brother when he was a baby. He was just a newborn then. One night the voice of a woman woke my mother urging her to look at her baby. Mom went into my brother's room and found that he had squirmed down under the blanket at the bottom of the bed. Fearing suffocation, she pulled him up, covered him and went back to bed. Once again the same voice woke her urging her to go look at her baby. Once again he had managed to squirm to the bottom of the bed under the heavy blankets. After the third such incident that night, Mom put a heavy book at his feet, covered him, and was undisturbed the rest of the night.
The night my Grandfather died my mother got up to check on us children and found my Grandfather sitting on her couch with a brilliant light encircling him. One other occasion when she was terribly upset about something, my Grandfather's voice came to her, urging her to go read her bible. He said that," that was no way to act...." After turning to Psalms and reading for a while she felt much better. It seems that my Grandfather is always watching over my mother.
Since I have grown up surrounded by all things angelic, I have no fear of these unexplained incidences. I have found them benign and valuable experiences that enrich my life. They have become part of who I am. They are natural and welcome. I don't know what my life would be without them and I certainly don't want them to stop. They are comforting some how.
I would like to hear from others who have had similar experiences. I would like to be able to publish the stories here, on the net, for others to read and enjoy. So, please share your angel stories with us!
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