Are Angels Real? Is God Still Speaking to Us? In My Experience..Yes!
From the time I was a child, I have been having spiritual experiences and encounters with angels. I'm not sure why. Perhaps it was because I would later be diagnosed with a chronic illness that has no known cause or cure and God knew I would need these experiences to keep my faith strong and to get me through the many hard times to come. Not all my experiences have been restricted to encounters with angels. I've had many experiences with the paranormal since I was a child. Does it or did it scare me? No..on the contrary. I believe we are all spiritual beings having a human experience and my experiences have proven that to me. I find comfort in that. It has made my life, from the time I was a child much easier to bear. Not all experiences have been positive or angelic but all have confirmed that there is more to this universe then what we can currently see or understand. The mysteries and the search is what makes life worth living and why I think we are here.
My early experiences as a young child began as dreams although they were unlike any regular dreams I ever had. These were very vivid dreams in which angels or Jesus would visit and would open my eyes to some spiritual truth or I would be whisked to Heaven and visit for a while experiencing pure love and joy. Although I could only describe them as dreams, they were much more then that. They felt very real, it was as if my spirit were actually experiencing these things..as if they were actually happening..the experience, sights, sounds and touch were more vivid then my waking life. In fact, it has been over 30 years now and I still remember them as if they just happened!
One in particular stands out. I was about 7 or 8 at the time. There was a very beautiful man dressed in a tuxedo who was very friendly and charismatic. He took my hand and began to walk with me. I was drawn to this man and wanted to go with him and felt no fear. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, Jesus came swooping in and pulled me away and as He did so, I saw that this beautiful man was actually a demon, a devil..a very evil spirit and I had been saved. It was terrifying to see this demon for what he was and it taught me a very important lesson at that young age. That evil never appears as evil. It always appears beautiful and friendly and trustworthy. Evil never comes at you and asks you directly to be part of it. It is conniving and manipulative and before you even know what's happened, it has you walking down the wrong road, a road that leads you away from God and righteousness. After all, as I later learned..Lucifer was referred to as the most beautiful angel of all.
I like to relate it to a moth to a flame. While on a camping trip I watched this little moth fluttering above the campfire. It was drawn to the light and would flutter down closer then, feeling the heat, it would fly a little higher but it was as if it couldn't help itself or didn't have the mental ability to remember the heat or to foresee the consequences. For no sooner then it reached a safe distance, it would flutter in it's zigzag pattern right back again until it flew in too close and singed by the flame, was devoured by the fire. There it was, this tiny creature flying around, minding it's own business, when it sees a light. It is beautiful, mesmerising, hypnotic and so it flies in closer. At first the heat feels good, warming even and so it flies in closer. If it is lucky, it feels the heat in time to recognize the danger and flutter off in a new direction but it is so difficult to do. It just can't help itself and goes back again. Only a few are able to resist this light and flutter off but most cannot and before they even know what's happened, the very thing they were attracted to, led them away from safety, from the right path and kills them. That tiny moth was attracted to the very thing that would devour it. That is what evil is like and this is exactly what happens to us.This was a huge lesson to learn as a small child.
My next experience was not a dream at all. I was still a child and was laying in bed when I heard my dad walking up the hallway to check on me as he did every night. As it was late, I closed my eyes so he wouldn't know I was still awake. I listened as he came into my room and stood beside my bed. I peeked through my eyelashes and from my position lying down, I was only able to see the belly part of the man who I assumed was my dad standing there. All of a sudden, this "man" touched my forehead and in a voice I can only describe as otherworldly or somehow melodic, he spoke my name and as he did so I felt the most intense electricity rush from the top of my head down my body and out through my toes. I jumped up to find I was alone and that my dad had never been in my room at all. To this day I don't know what that was or why it happened. I have since learned that there are many bible passages that speak of angels placing "God's seal of approval" on the forehead of His servants in order to spare them from the destruction of the end times. God marks his children with a seal on their foreheads. Could this be what happened? This particular experience occurred just before I started to get sick. I would later be diagnosed with Crohn's disease. Could this have been God's way of protecting me from what I was about to endure? I really don't know but I like to think that it was. I believe all the experiences I had before the age of 12 happened to prepare me for the fact that I was about to get sick..really sick and to let me know that I was not alone and that ( especially with the dream of Jesus saving me) I would be okay...that there would be nothing Id have to go through alone and nothing would be placed on my shoulders that I couldn't handle.
I have had many such experiences since and not only while I was sick. One night I was driving home. It was pretty late and I was thinking about something. Before I knew it my mind had wandered and I didn't realize that I had drifted too close to the side of the road where cars were parked and was heading right for one. All of a sudden I felt the steering wheel jerk to the left and I snapped out of my stupor in time to regain control of the car. I had narrowly missed the parked car. I can't begin to tell you how it scared the hell out of me but I was thankful that someone or something was looking out for me when it pulled the steering wheel out of my hand. I believe it was my guardian angel. In fact I know it was and I am extremely grateful!
As I said, I have Crohn's disease and it has been very aggressive with me. Medications do not work and Ive had over 12 surgeries and have almost died from complications. So here are some real angel experiences. They happen mostly when I am at my sickest and when I need to see them the most.
My first experience happened after my first surgery. I do not take well to anesthesia or pain medicines. I have developed a tolerance to them so they just don't work as they should and they can never give me enough at first to make me comfortable without causing me to Overdose so the first day or so afterwards are just pure torture to the point where I am just screaming from pain. Anyway, it was after my first surgery and it was late at night. I was alone and in so much pain I was wishing I would just die. A nurse came in then with a bowl of water and a washcloth and came to my bed. I was in agony and moaning in pain so the whole time she was there we did not speak though we retained eye contact the entire time. She fixed my pillows and sheets and washed my face and arms down with a washcloth. What stands out the most is the lighting. It was late at night but the light wasn't the harsh hospital light that the nurses usually turn on. It was soft and warm. The entire time she was there I felt very peaceful and when she left I noticed my pain had severely diminished..I was no longer in agony and finally fell into a peaceful sleep. I waited for that nurse the whole next day and night to thank her and when she didn't show up I asked every nurse and administrator on my floor and described her to everyone. There was no such person and no one had come into my room that night to bathe me. That was when I knew she was an angel and the first time I actually saw one.
One final angel story for now. This one made the biggest impact on me and left no room for doubt of any kind. Again, I was in the hospital lying in bed and once again I was in agony only this time it was touch and go for me because my intestine had ruptured and I had become septic. I had spent the whole night without realizing that it had happened so by the time we figured it out, the Infection had gotten a good hold on me and all the antibiotics and various medications they were giving me just weren't working. The mortality rate for septic shock is 50% so even my doctors were scared. My mom happened to be sitting in a chair across the room from me and I was telling her how I could see all these "people" in the room with us. I was seeing a blue light, like an aura in the shape of a person.The blue light radiated out perhaps an inch or two around a head and shoulders that went down to the ground, no arms or legs that I could make out. There were 4 or 5 of them in the room standing around the chair my mom was sitting on facing me. I don't know what they were exactly but I feel as though they may have been real people that had passed on, perhaps family members rather then any spiritual beings. I then looked over and sitting beside me in another chair was a young man..very good looking with short blond hair. He was wearing blue jeans and running shoes and had a blue sweater on. He was sitting with one leg up and the other leg across the chair and he had his arms across his leg and his head tilted to one side as he looked at me. We stared at each other for a while and I remember the fee of peace that came over me then. All worry..all discomfort was gone. Again we never spoke, just stared at one another. I looked away a few times and spoke to my mom. I wanted to make sure I wasn't seeing things. When I looked back he was still there. I didn't say anything to her about him then..I don't know why. He stayed for about 15 minutes then he was gone. When he left I told my mom about him. I explained him to her in detail from the clothes he was wearing to the way he was sitting. She listened politely but thought I was hallucinating from the fever or the medications. I can't blame her for that because I had been having hallucinations. The only difference is that I didn't remember them. She would tell me things I had been saying or doing that I had absolutely no memory of. This however, was no hallucination. For some reason though, I didn't think of him as an an angel. I think because he was a young guy in blue jeans and I just never thought of an angel being a good looking guy, let alone one wearing jeans and running shoes. Anyway, to make a long story short, my aunt came to visit that night with my mother and brought me a gift. I had some other friends visiting as well and as it was a nice night, they wheeled me outside for some fresh air. We were sitting there talking when she handed me a box and when I opened it, I literally stood up in shock and actually wet myself. It was a statue of the exact person I had seen right down to the clothes he was wearing, to the way he was sitting with the same face tilt and short blond hair though his hair was lighter then it is on the statue. Still the only real difference was that this statue had wings. It is the most precious thing I have because it is an exact replica of my angel and I mean exact! I didn't think of him as an angel when he was there with me but I think maybe that's why I was given the statue. I don't usually think real angels have wings. Maybe some do but because this statue did, it was given to me to let me know that he was an angel and he was real. That he is my guardian angel and no matter what I am going through, I am never alone. I haven't seen him since but I know he is with me, looking out for me and it's so nice to be able to prove that what I had seen was real!
Even the way they found him was pretty miraculous. My mom and aunt went shopping because my aunt wanted to bring me something when she came to visit . My mother had told her all about the guy I had seen next to my bed and the "other people" I had seen in my room that day . Anyway, they apparently went through the whole store and hadn't found anything. My aunt was complaining of having the beginning of a migraine as they went to the check out counter. As they did they saw one more set of shelves they hadn't looked at so they went over to see if there was anything good. There was a bunch of statues and other trinkets stuffed onto a shelf and without paying attention, My aunt reached in and pulled out a statue. Needless to say they were both shocked when they realized what they were holding was exactly what I had described to them! Even better, my aunts migraine completely disappeared when she picked him up. As if she needed more confirmation that this statue was special!
There is just one more dream I'd like to share with you as I think the message I was given is important and should be passed on. As I mentioned previously, I have some very vivid dreams occasionally..in fact I would not call them dreams at all because they are so unlike normal dreams. They feel absolutely real and it seems I am always shown some spiritual truth. I often get messages of the same sort during my waking life as well..sometimes things I don't know just seem to pop into my head and sometimes at night..I will hear things coming from just outside my ear..laughter and music and once in a while I will hear my name called clearly and feel someone touching my hair etc. But on to my dream.
I live in the suburbs of Toronto. In my "dream" it was a very grey and cloudy morning, like just before a rain. I was standing on the sidewalk of downtown Toronto and an angel was standing beside me. I didn't look at her but I knew she was there and I knew she was an angel. I thought to myself, why am I here? And at that moment the angel took my hand and flew me to the top of a high building where we sat with our legs dangling over the side. Before I could say anything she said, "look" and pointed down at the street. I looked down and as in every big city there were a lot of people walking up and down the streets. As I looked closer, I noticed that some people were emitting a very bright light. It looked as if the light was concentrated inside them and radiated outward. It was so beautiful and made me feel happy. The majority of people though did not have any such light. I looked on in wonder trying to understand what I was seeing. I was watching this one person walking by with this white light shining out of them when all of a sudden their light went out. When it did, I was completely horrified and my hand shot up over my gaping mouth. On the verge of panic I asked, "did I do that?!" The pain and shock I felt was overwhelming. It was if I just saw someone being murdered or as if I had accidentally killed someone! In that instant I understood that in a way I was responsible. Maybe not for that person but I understood that every time we spoke a harsh word or hurt someone's feelings in some way, anytime we caused someone pain whether on purpose or inadvertently, we caused their light to dim and eventually go out. That in a way it was like murdering someone, that when that happens enough times we are actually killing their spirit. It was the most horrifying thing I have ever witnessed and I never want to be the cause of "shutting a persons light off ". I understood that the worst thing we could ever do was killing someone's spirit and it was truly heartbreaking to realize how many people were walking around with a dead spirit and how important it is to let your spirit shine brightly and lift others up, strengthening their spirits, brightening their light with love and kindness.
I think this was the most important truth that I have been shown and one that made the greatest impact on me. If you could have felt as I did when I saw that persons light go out, you would understand why I think it is so important to share this message with others. I believe that is one of the reasons I was shown this. To pass it on so we can all be conscience of how our words and actions affect other people and how much damage we really can and do cause each other.
Now I am not asking you to believe me as I know that there are a lot of skeptics out there and that's fine. However I do ask that if you take nothing else away from the things I have experienced, that you take this spiritual lesson with you. You don't even have to take my word for it. Think about it, meditate on it and if you then believe in the message, pass it on.
So there it is. These are a just a few of my experiences. I swear that every word is true and whenever I need my angels or ask for help, they have never failed me. I know some of these stories may be hard to believe and I don't expect everyone will but I am interested in your feedback and in hearing from anyone who has had similar experiences. I would also be more than happy to answer any questions. So God bless and have a wonderful day!
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