Why I Believe in Guardian Angels
Angels, or Intuition?
Over the years there have been many, many instances when I felt guided during a difficult time, and later when I looked back I was sure that I had been spared from something serious; even a disaster.
I have a strong belief that we all are blessed with a gut instinct, an intuition and inner knowing. We all have it, but many of us never call it into action. Or, we hear the little voice that is guiding us, but we ignore it and do what we were going to do any way, or in spite of it.
It probably is the more logical conclusion to decide that what we are guided by is indeed our intuition, or higher knowingness. I won't argue with logic...or maybe I will.
It gives me great comfort to think that the loved ones that have left the earth plane before me continue to live on in some spiritual realm. A realm that allows them to keep watch over me and to guide me when I'm in peril, or when I simply might be about to make a mistake that I'll have to suffer the consequences of.
We all have lost people that we loved. And we all have our own sensibility about what has become of those lost family, friends and loved ones.
I have had a few key experiences that while they may have been guided by intuition, I believe that there was an intercession on my behalf of a more celestial kind; that of a few dear Guardian Angels.
My first Example
About 20 years ago I lost a very dear Aunt. She was my Mother's closest sister and I saw her frequently throughout the years. When she passed it was not unlike losing a Mother, as she was so very close to me.
One winter afternoon I was driving on a highway and approaching my exit that would take me home. I was in my little car by myself, listening to music and being very mindful of the icy conditions on the street and the snow falling which itself was a bit of a hazard.
As I approached my exit, a pickup truck being driven pretty erratically was all over the place, and actually cut me off. Now, this is 20 years ago, and in the ensuing years, I've learned a thing or two about road rage. I no longer allow what other driver's do to affect me to the point of expressing my irritation; having learned that this is simply not prudent. But, on that cold, snowy day many years ago, I was a bit more hot headed. I flipped the bird at the driver after he cut me off and took the ramp to my exit. All of a sudden, the same truck careens over three lanes and gets into the exit lane I had just taken and get's right behind me. I can see in my rearview mirror that it is a man with a small child in the cab of the truck. He is mouthing obscenities at me and I can see the rage in his face. I was now feeling pretty afraid of him.
I pulled through the light and immediately came to another traffic light that was red. I stopped my car at the light and hoped that this man would simply yell some more and move along. Well, I was sitting there and suddenly the man is at my drivers window and pounding on the window. I was now pretty afraid he might have a gun and shoot me; or break the glass and hurt me. I didn't know what to do. I was very afraid and had no weapon, and this is long before having a cell phone was common place.
It was then that I heard a voice telling me to "just ignore him; pretend you don't even know he's there. Fiddle with the car radio, look ahead and just pretend". I had no idea where that voice was coming from. It was not audible, but it was very much something that I was feeling and I heeded the advice. I just sat there fiddling with the knobs on my radio and praying that this man would tire of harassing me and get back in his truck. Eventually, the light turned green and I was able to continue forward through the light and make the next turn toward home. The man did get back into his truck; he followed behind me at the next turn then went up and turned again, leaving me alone for the remainder of my trip home.
I was so grateful that he gave up without causing me any harm. I later came to feel that voice was that of my dear, departed Aunt Bette who was warning me what to do in order to be safe.
I heeded that voice and am convinced that if I had done anything differently the outcome could also have been different; it could have resulted in bodily harm to me!
I began after this experience to pay a lot closer attention to those little nudges of intuition and "voices" of reason throughout the coming years.
Example number two
The next time I had a very clear, distinct realization that I was being guided was about ten years later. My husband Louis had passed away about two years prior to this experience. I often felt his presence around me, but less strongly did I feel his presence as I did on this particular day.
I had taken my daughter for a vacation to California. We spent some time in LA and then in San Diego. While we were in Southern California, we decided to take a day trip across the border and visit Tijuana. We were being like any other tourist and decided to see what kind of fun we might have down across the border.
My daughter and I are both blonde and attractive, so we also are never at a loss for the pick up lines that accompany women traveling on their own. We did some shopping and then we sat in the town Square having a beer or two. We chatted amiably enough with the men who decided to visit with us. We then decided to go further into downtown. It was getting to be dusk and we started walking to the bridge that separates the tourist section of Tijuana with the main town. As we got to the top of the bridge both my daughter and I stopped at the same time. She told me she had a funny feeling. At that moment, I felt something as well. I felt that I heard a voice telling me that we should turn back now! That we must not go any further as it was not safe!
I felt so strongly that I believe I asked my daughter "Did you hear that". She of course did not hear what I had felt I was hearing, but she had no problem agreeing with me to turn around.
Of course I have no idea what we were being spared from, but a good sense that there was probably something very unpleasant awaiting us on the other side. Being that we were two women alone in a foreign country with a lot of drinking of alcohol around us; drug use and gang's out for the night it is very conceivable that we might have come to harm.
As we made our way safely back across the border and into California, my daughter and I breathed a sigh of relief. I told her I felt it was my departed husband Louis who was coming to our aid. She concurred that it was likely him as well. We both felt so much love and safety and that we were blessed to have had this guardian Angel looking out for us.
The third Example
Several years later, I had moved to the country Belize. I was living there full time as an expat. I had a home on the river and it was fairly isolated. A good 1/3 of a mile between myself and my nearest neighbors existed. I had lived there and felt safe for a year or more when a crime befell a good friend of mine. She was a fellow expat who lived not far from me, but on the other side of the river.
She was found murdered about one year after I had moved to my home there. Her killer was not found, in spite of the efforts of the Expat community who came together to raise funds to assist with the criminal investigation. She was a wonderful woman, and her loss was felt deeply by those of us who were here friends, and particularly among those of us who continued to live as women alone.
One day, I came home to a criminal waiting inside my home. I was taken by him before I could flee; he covered my mouth with a rag soaked in chemicals and forced me to the ground. I was fighting for my life when I heard a voice tell me "Do not fight him; do what he asks you do; if you fight him he will kill you; like he killed me". I knew it was my friend who'd been murdered and I knew that she was trying to keep me alive. I fought only long enough to clear my airway and not suffocate to death. I then went against my instinct to fight, and I followed the voice and I did as I was told.
This was a prolonged situation; one that would take another time to tell. And, the survival of the crime is for another story; a story that I will one day tell.
But, the point is that I heard that sweet angel voice; the voice of my friend who had been taken from the world not so long before. And I heeded her instructions as though there were no choice in the matter. It was not easy to not fight, but each time I wanted to strike out, I heard her voice remind me that she fought...and she was dead!
I think this is the most dramatic example of a Guardian Angel in my life. But, I use this to illustrate that when we are open, we are not alone! There is guidance out there that wants nothing more than to keep us from harm. The only question is....will we hear it? Will we listen?
Listening to that Voice
I hope that I have effectively illustrated the role of Guardian Angels in my life. These are three examples of many, many experiences when I felt a voice of reason guiding me and I heeded the voice to my benefit.
Perhaps you can look back on your life and recall times when for some reason; perhaps inexplicably you heard a voice, or felt some nudge and you paid attention? Maybe you yourself can cite some experiences that if you hadn't listened, or heeded this guidance you may have experienced harm or disaster?!
It makes no real difference if you believe in Guardian Angels...or if you believe it's Intuition. The end result is the same, regardless of the terms you use to explain it.
But, just knowing that you are not alone; your Guardian Angel's or your higher power, are always there to guide you and protect you. You only need to be open and allow them to do their job.
I personally love knowing that those loving souls who've gone before me, are still surrounding me and keeping me safe from harm.