Saved by an Angel (4 page)

S
AVED BY AN
A
NGEL

A W
ARNING
V
ISION
by D. Sorensens

It was in the early ’90s that I had a clear, lifesaving vision, with angels from above lending a helping hand.

It was an early summer’s morning in Sweden. My boyfriend and I were driving near our home on a small gravel road. All of a sudden I said to him, “I think you need to slow down because my co-worker Kenneth is running late.”

I had a clear vision of crashing with Kenneth and being flung out through the windshield, as I wasn’t wearing my seat belt (it was unusual for me not to do so, but I guess I thought we were safe on the back roads). I saw the blood, saw myself flying through the windshield, and heard my boyfriend’s screams … the vision was so vivid and eerie. In a hurry I put on my seat belt.

My boyfriend looked at me, said “Okay,” and slowed down. He was familiar with my visions and knew that my instincts were almost never wrong, so he heeded my advice and drove 30 miles per hour instead of 40-plus.

Sure enough, no more than five seconds later, around the corner came my co-worker racing up the gravel road. We pulled off to the side as much as possible, but it was a narrow road with a barrier to our right, so there was no way to get out of his path. Kenneth was driving too fast, and he slammed on his brakes, but he still hit us, moving us some 80 feet up the road. We were in a Volvo, which was a write-off and undrivable after the impact.

I broke three ribs (due to the seat belt) and smashed my knees on the dashboard, as well as endured severe whiplash. But I remain forever grateful, as the vision saved my life, for sure. I’ve had many smaller visions since, but this one was the clearest and was no doubt lifesaving. I can only thank my guardian angels above.

A
N
A
NGELIC
B
UFFER
by Nelly Coneway

May 15, 2008, is a day I will always remember.

In the evening I went to dinner with three friends, and at around 6:20 we left the restaurant. The crosswalk sign said walk, there were no cars around, and we started crossing the street.

Suddenly a bright golden light blinded me—it appeared right in front of me, and time stood still. For the first time in my life, with my eyes open, I saw Archangel Michael and Jesus next to me. It felt very crowded on my left side. I looked over, but there weren’t any people—just the energy field, which was thick, like a buffer between me and the approaching huge black monster that was so close, and yet so far away from me. My brain refused to register what was happening. I’d never experienced anything like it before and couldn’t understand it: my physical body was there; but my spirit was far, far away, as if I was being teleported with the angels… .

I looked again at the oncoming vehicle—there were no sounds and I had no fear, like I was in another dimension. Then I heard people screaming and felt the angels lifting me up. As if in a dream, I watched in disbelief as a big black SUV sped away as fast as it could. For the first time, my brain realized that the SUV had just hit me and the driver had fled. I prayed that the angels help the police find the person—and then everything went black.

The next thing I remember was the police officer who came to the hospital in the middle of the night to tell me that they’d located the woman who had hit me and run away—which, according to him, was “a true miracle.” Thanks to the angels, I survived the accident and healed, and the driver was brought to justice.

“Z
IPPER
!”
by Bernadette Brighton

I was eight. The whole family and I had gone skiing. I was just a little one, so I was relegated to the bunny hill. They didn’t use a chairlift on that particular slope, but rather an L-shaped conveyor. It was basically a horizontal plank of wood fastened to a metal pole. Skiers would just lean on the plank as it slid them up the hill.

I don’t remember how, but I fell down while riding the lift. I was lovingly bundled up into a pink snowsuit—but this day it would be to my detriment. The hood of this one-piece suit got caught on the plank of the lift, and it started dragging me up the hill. I was choking, and my little life was flashing before my eyes. Of course, I couldn’t get traction with my feet bound into the skis.

Suddenly, I heard a loud, booming voice shout, “Z
IPPER
!” It “clicked” instantly, and I undid the zipper of the suit, thus allowing me to breathe.

It took a few more moments for the operators to notice what was happening and stop the lift. They came to check on me, and I was frightened, as any child would be, but fine overall. I firmly believe my guardian angels saved me from suffocation that day, and for that I am eternally grateful.

I F
EEL THE
S
OURCE
W
ITHIN
M
E
by Deborah S. Nutile

To say that the angels changed or saved my life is an understatement! Four years ago I was living a life of hidden despair. Nothing made sense. I had everything—a “happy marriage,” three wonderful boys, a beautiful home, a cottage in the woods, family, friends, work … yet inside I was miserable. No one knew of my pain. Every day I would put on my mask and go out into the world with a smile pasted on my face, just hoping to get through the day and get back into bed, where I would find my only relief. It was as if I were an actress in someone else’s play.

One morning as I was standing in the bathroom getting ready for work, dreading yet another day, I said to God, “I know You are there in theory, but I can’t
feel
You.”

I suppose that was all the invitation that was needed, for what happened from then on has been absolutely miraculous. In the summer of 2008, I found myself at my cottage, immersed in the teachings of Eckhart Tolle’s
A New Earth,
Dr. Wayne W. Dyer’s
Change Your Thoughts—Change Your Life,
and
A Course in Miracles.
I was coming back to life again.

During this time I often went out on what I called my “angel ride” in nature. I’d always loved my angels and the signs they sent me: the number 111, butterflies, rainbows … these signs always made me feel so good. I hadn’t had a lot of contact with my angels during my despair, but as I was becoming myself again, I was once more able to “see” them. So one morning as I was out on my angel ride, enjoying the beauty and serenity of the woods, I heard a voice say, “You need to write a book.”

What? What was this? I’d never “heard” voices before, and I was very confused.

“You need to write a book,” the voice repeated.

Write a book? How can I do that?
I wondered.
I’m not a writer. And what would I write about anyway?

The voice continued: “About your spiritual journey.”

I was more confused than ever. I hardly felt like I was in a place to write about my journey. True, I’d come a long way since that day in my bathroom, but I really didn’t feel as if I had anything to share. Yet I love my angels, so instead of completely dismissing this advice, I let it “sit” for a few days. It was an extraordinary time, and the “voice” was rather persistent. After the third day, I heard: “Don’t fight it” … and I finally put pen to paper. You can imagine my surprise when about eight weeks and 500 handwritten pages later, I put down my pen and I had, in fact, written a book.

I have to say that it was one of the most incredible experiences of my life. My angels were with me night and day, and my life was changed in ways that have brought me to a place of pure happiness and joy! I’ve since continued on my journey and now find myself in the midst of other wonderful authors, including Esther and Jerry Hicks (The Teachings of Abraham
^®
). Life is good … it is very, very good.

So yes, my angels saved my life, and they continue to guide me every day. I know they’re always with me, and the best part about it all is that after just a few short years—and finding out about the Law of Attraction—I got exactly what I asked for that day in my bathroom. Now, not only do I know God is there; I
feel
God … I
feel
the Source within me just about every single moment of every single day. I asked and it was given! In four years, I went from a place of utter despair to being one of the happiest people on the planet, and I thank my angels daily as I stand in such vast appreciation for all that is!

C
ARRIED TO
S
AFETY
by Anna Martin

It was about seven years ago when I discovered that angels really do exist. I was driving to work via the day-care center. It was very early in the morning, very cold, and I had my baby in the backseat. As we were coming up to a little bridge, suddenly my windshield fogged up completely. I couldn’t see out of any window, and there was nowhere to pull over on the bridge. I literally threw my hands up in the air and said, “Oh my God, someone is going to have to help me because I can’t see a thing!”

Then it felt like my car was floating across the bridge and through an intersection on the other side, before parking safely on the side of the road. I believe angels carried us to safety that day. There is no other explanation. I sat there for some time, quite shaken, before I drove again—this time with a huge grin on my face.