Saved by an Angel (20 page)

He told me I could die if I wanted to—that it was entirely my choice. There was no judgment attached to this, no right or wrong—just consequences. Either way I chose, I really was okay. But I also knew that if I
did
decide to die, I would come back and be in that same situation, making the same decision, all over again. I was sure that I didn’t want that, so I decided I would stay.

The angel then urged me to decide
how
I would live. I saw two distinct paths—that of a “giver to life” and that of a “taker from life”—and I was to choose one. Again, there was no judgment in this decision. It was completely my choice. I was shown a vision of where each path led. I considered both … and I chose the path of a “giver.”

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RIEL
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ISIT FROM
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RANDPA
by Mary Ellen

When my daughter, Ariel, was eight years old, I learned that she had many spiritual gifts. Ariel could see auras, hear her guides and angels, and tell you about the integrity and intentions of people.

One night, Ariel called to me from her bedroom. In her sweet and gentle voice, she said that her grandfather was asleep in the extra bed in her room. Ariel’s grandfather had died six years before. I was a little nervous about why he was there and if it “spooked” her.

So I asked Ariel what he was doing there, and she replied, “He has come to see how I have grown.”

From that moment, I was at peace with her gifts. I knew that they were from God and would protect and guide her in life in a way I never could. When a mother knows that her daughter is guided by angels, it makes child rearing a joy and not a worry.

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ROM THE
M
OUTHS OF
B
ABES
by Doreen Wetter

Bedtime was my two-year old daughter Brittany’s least favorite time of the day. At night, she would beg us to stay with her until she fell asleep. This was very taxing on my husband and me.

One night I was all prepared for a struggle from Brittany when she said, “Mommy, you don’t have to stay here until I fall asleep—the angels will tuck me in.” Brittany went on to describe beautiful people in long, shiny white coats. These beautiful people sang her to sleep.

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ERE
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AITING FOR
A
LL OF
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OU
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by Diane Lynn Willard Zarro

I was nine years old when my grandmother died of a massive heart attack. I had just found out about her death, and I locked myself in the bathroom so I could be alone. I had never known anyone who had died before and began wondering where she had gone, what really happened to her soul, and similar concerns. I had only been to church a few times as a child, but I had a deep belief in God and talked to Him through prayer every night. So in the bathroom alone, I began praying, asking for some kind of sign that my grandmother still existed and that she wasn’t alone or frightened in the dark, feeling pain.

Almost immediately, my grandmother appeared across the room, in a shimmering translucent cloud. It looked as though I were peering through an aquarium full of water. My grandmother, usually plain, looked so beautiful and happy. She was dressed in a pretty turquoise dress, and her hair was done up as if she were going out to a special event.

She spoke. She wasn’t actually moving her mouth, but her voice was clearly projected into my mind. She said, “Hi, honey. I only have a little time, but I want to let you know that I’m okay. I’m here with my mother, my sister, and the rest of my family who has passed on.” Tears welled up in my eyes, and I became afraid. Her image instantly started to blur, and she said, “I don’t want to frighten you, so I’ll go now.”

I said aloud, “No, don’t go. I’m sorry. I’m not afraid.”
Oh God, please don’t take her away yet.
“Please stay!”

As my grandmother’s image disappeared, she said, “I can’t stay. I only have a couple more moments with you. I really shouldn’t be here now. But I wanted to be sure you knew that I’m all right. I’m happy, and I have no more pain. I’ll be here waiting for all of you when it’s your time, many years from now.” And she was gone.

This experience helped me know that God has a direction for each of us. I’m not afraid of death for myself, and I know that when my other family members pass on, they
will
go on to a greater place.

It was a precious moment in my life, and I’ll never forget it.

A C
LASSROOM
F
ULL OF
A
NGELS
by Janette Rodriguez

My son, Matthew, had just turned five years old and was ready for kindergarten. I was concerned about him because I knew that he was clairvoyant and clairsentient.

In our home, we’d always talked of angels and God. We shared our visions and dreams, and we would see angels in our home throughout the day. My daughter, Faith, had gone through a few situations when expressing her spirit at school that led us to believe that many people aren’t willing to accept who they truly are. As a result, Faith shut down her gifts of clairvoyance and claircognizance. Children can be very cruel to one another, so Faith learned what
not
to share at school.

So, this was my concern for Matthew, because he is even more verbally expressive than his sister, which could have made him a target for ridicule. So I prayed continually about the situation.

My prayers were definitely answered! When I came to pick Matthew up from his first day of school, he ran into my arms, exclaiming, “My teacher believes in angels, Mom! And she wants to talk to you.”

I met Matthew’s teacher, a very pleasant woman. As we went into deeper conversation, she mentioned how wonderful it was having my son in her class, and how funny it was that she also had six other students that talked of angels so openly. She said that this had never happened before, and what a wonderful blessing it was.

Now when I take Matthew to school each morning, there is music in the classroom to create a tranquil mood—his teacher plays CDs that have “Angel” in the titles. Matthew tells me that the class even has a special chair for the angels, and they all get to have snack time together!

S
OOTHING
B
ABY
C
ARLY
B
ACK TO
S
LEEP
by Brenda Colling

I was babysitting at the Sydney Hilton while the mother of baby Carly attended a conference when an amazing thing happened.

It was late in the evening, and Carly was fast asleep. Everything was going well—or so I thought! Then something startled her, and she began to cry. Carly was now awake.

I crept into her room, and there she was, standing up in her porta-cot, rubbing her eyes. She looked a little stunned to see me there instead of her mother. Hoping she wouldn’t be alarmed by the sight of me, I quickly called in the angels to help settle her down so her mother didn’t have to come back early.

I summoned Archangel Chamuel’s loving energy to help me with the situation. With that, Carly lay down, still rubbing her eyes, but in a surprisingly calm state. I softly asked, “You can see the angels, can’t you?” and with that, Carly pointed behind me!

Yes, the angels were there, and she could see them. They were looking after us and soothing beautiful baby Carly back to sleep. And sleep she did, soundly through the night. Thank you, Archangel Chamuel, for your loving assistance.

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ON
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T
B
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S
AD
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by Bill Fletcher

We lost my youngest daughter, Emma, in February 1990, when her best friend called to her from across a road, and she ran out into the path of a car without looking. She was put on life support at the hospital, but it became obvious that she was not going to recover. Emma passed away in the hospital.