Touched by angels? – Real life accounts about guardian angels who lend us a helping hand at times of distress
I don’t know about you, but personally, I think life is full of mysteries. Nothing is ever really as it seems. The world we perceive with our five sensory organs is only the beginning and not the end of an even greater reality, which we occasionally have glimpses into through our intuition, extrasensory perception, magical sychronicities or unusual encounters. Take guardian angels for instance, just because we could not see them with our human eyes does not make them less real. In here, I like to share some real life occurrences about the protective celestial guardians that happened to me, my family and my friends.
Saved By Angels?
My father Jason likes to talk about the time he nearly drowned if not for two mysterious strangers. He was only ten years old at the time, living in a rice farming village in Kaohsiung County, south of Taiwan. One day, threatened by the imminent approach of a tropical cyclone, all the schools closed early to make sure the kids get home before the bad weather set in. Jason followed his mates making short cuts across rice paddies; the group of children had to jump across an irrigation ditch about one meter wide in order to get to the other side. The water was higher then usual due to continuous rain falls in the days leading up to the cyclone. Jason made the attempt to jump across the ditch but slipped, fell into the deep water to the horror of the other young children. He couldn’t swim, and his feet could not reach the bottom of the ditch like he usually could.
Panic set in and he started to choke on water in his struggle while the kids screaming at him to get out. In the middle of this horrifying chaos, just as Jason started to sink further below the water, two men appeared from nowhere and pulled him out. When the village adults finally arrived, following the lead of desperate kids that went calling for help, the two men had disappeared. Every kid on the scene claimed they didn’t know where the men came from or disappeared to. And no one had set eyes on them before in the village or ever since. Complete strangers were nearly unheard of in the kind of remote rice farming village in 1935.
Jason’s grateful parents had asked everyone they could think of, but they never did find out who those two strangers were. The ditch where Jason nearly drowned was in the middle of some endless rice paddies, away from any country road or traffic of any kind. To this day, my father Jason thinks of them as heavenly guardians, celestial bodhisattvas, without whom he would surely have perished. I felt I owe my own existence to these two angels, for want of better words, and their timely intervention.
Have you ever had personal encounter with your guardian angels or spirit guides?
The Instinct Of A Mother And More . . .
My parents Jason and Susan took their very young family and moved out of the little rice farming village to Kaohsiung City when I was around 5. They rented a little shopfront where mum could set up a little hair saloon while dad used the flat roof space to paint billboards and signs for small local businesses. My brothers were only 3 and 2 at the time. Pre school children and toddlers used the single main street as their playground. It wasn’t a very busy street, so the parents let the kids roam freely as they busy with making their meager income to help meet the daily expense. My mother still chuckles when she remembers the times when she would hear the loud swearing from the truck drivers, pulling on their brakes. When she poked her head outside of her shop, she would see my youngest baby brother crouching right in the middle of the road, smiling happily that he had stopped another big truck. Apparently he was that cute and chubby that he always got away with it
One day, I was entertaining myself on the main street as usual. I was only 5 and everything looked fascinating to me somehow. I wandered a little further from mother’s shop that day, however, as I spotted a moving truck down the street. I entertained myself for a long time, watching people carrying all kind of things off the truck and up some stairs. After a while, some teenage boys started to befriend me. I think there were three of them. Somehow, they succeeded in enticing me to follow them up some stairs to one of their homes. They were really friendly so I never got afraid. I was having a good time until one of them asked me to go lie on top of a bed and to take my panty down. I thought it was a very weird game. I just lied down on the bed, still fully dress, and started to feel uncomfortable when I suddenly heard my mother calling my name very loudly and urgently from the street. I jumped up, saying “I have to go, my mother is looking for me” and ran out of the room.
I didn’t know what a close call that was until I was much much older. I never told my mother about the teenage boys, but I did ask her one day why she was calling me with so much desperation that day. It was highly unusual because it was the only time my mother came out looking for me for all three years we lived on that street. For three years, I wandered off to all kinds of fun places for long stretches of time, including spending entire afternoons digging out mud from nearby rice paddy a few streets down to build an entire family of mud people. She said she didn’t know. She said she was very busy that day, but half way through doing a client’s hair, she felt terribly uncomfortable. She was taken by a sudden powerful sense of dread, and an uncommon panic regarding my where-about. All of a sudden, she felt the strange need to find me. She got scared when she couldn’t see me anywhere on the street. Which explained her desperately calling out my name all the way down the other end of the street. To this day, she had no idea how she had saved her little girl that day. Was her sudden panic purely a mother’s instinct, or was it also instigated by a higher power that watches over our young ones? The reason why I suspect a little celestial intervention is because of the following incident that I also personally experienced:
Peanut Butter At Midnight?
The year was 2006. I was spending a night in Auckland at my family home with my brother and his 9-year-old son Brandon. My brother and his first wife had just got separated, and his son Brandon only got to spend the weekend with him. It was a terribly emotional time for them. I think it was due to the emotional trauma of the separation and the need for healing and bonding, my brother and young Brandon were sharing the large master bedroom when they finally got to see each other over the weekend. I was in the bedroom next to them. I think we all went to bed at around 11pm that night. I had a large bedroom and a Queen size bed. I was sleeping with my earplugs as I dislike being woken up by any noise during the night. I was sound asleep when I suddenly got woken up by a powerful smell of peanut butter as if it was right by my nostrils. I opened my eyes because peanut butter immediately make me think of little Brandon as he was always having peanut butter on his toasts at that age. My immediate thought as I was woken up was “Brandon needs me!” I jumped off the bed and opened my bedroom door and there was little Brandon right outside of my bedroom door in the middle of the night! He was clearly in distress.
“Is everything ok?” I felt bad, he had obviously tried knocking on my door but I couldn’t hear anything because of my earplugs.
It turned out that Brandon was kept awake by his father’s snoring. He felt bad about waking his father as he knew how hard he worked during the day as a builder. He tried knocking on my door. He tried the doorknob and it was locked. It was late, he was exhausted but didn’t know what to do.
I was so glad the smell of peanut butter woke me up. I got him set up in the living room by combining two couches together with extra pillows and blankets and made sure he was comfortably tucked in with his teddy Chippy.
I went back to bed, happy that I was able to help. But where on earth did the smell of peanut butter come from? It was the middle of the night, and my bedroom was nowhere near the kitchen. We ate out that night and didn’t even do any kind of cooking. Besides, the peanut butter in question was safely in its container, tucked away in the pantry. In my sleep I had rolled to face the wall. My nose was inches away from the wall. So how on earth did any peanut butter smell get into my nostrils so much so as to wake me up when I was sound asleep?
My only “logical” explanation was celestial intervention, and I am being serious. It warms my heart to think that some spiritual guardian is looking after the welfare of little Brandon at that most difficult and emotional time.
Is Your Name Johnny?
This next amazing true story was told to me by my friend Johnny very recently.
Johnny* was actually a student of mine. He is also Taiwanese. I tutored him English since he was 15. He was a very likeable young man, very hard working and responsible. It was very difficult for him, however, to try to fit in at school as an overseas student without a good command in English at the time. Being away from home, away from his parents for years on end couldn't have been easy. What I didn't know was how deeply unhappy he was. He said he was seriously considering suicide as an option, and would have done that horrible deed had something very strange not happened one day.
He said he was making his way home after school one afternoon, dejected and deflated, getting more and more certain about his secret plan of finishing all earthly suffering. It was around 4pm when he was approached by an Caucasian elderly gentleman.
"Excuse me. Are you Johnny?" asked the kindly looking man.
"Yes?" Johnny answered gingerly, feeling a bit perplexed that a stranger would call him by name. But what the older man carried on to say was even more startling and entirely unexpected.
"My name is ____. You don't know me, but God told me that I must meet you here at four o'clock. I was so worried that I would miss you, I had been waiting here since 3:30"
Johnny was unprepared by this most unusual conversation. He did not feel alarmed as the elderly gentleman looked very kind and reassuring. The older man carried on to say: "God wanted me to tell you that everything will be ok. He will look after you."
Johnny thanked him politely and continued home. Speechless and bewildered. But he no longer felt so sure about his imminent plan to kill himself. He never told anyone about this strange encounter until years later. Today, he is happily married with a lovely caring wife. Life is full of challenges, yet he will always look back to that uncanny afternoon when a perfect stranger called him by his name and warmed him with a loving message.
* Johnny's real name is not used here.
Click on the following links to read other real life spiritual encounters:
- Angel Fish -- my best friend sent me messages from the other side of the veil
This is a true story about my best friend Stacy who passed away at the age of 33 and her messages to me through an angelic dream after my divorce, it remains to this day, the most intense joy I had ever experienced exactly when I needed it most.
- The Voice From No-body and No-where -- a true story of hope at the time of despair
This is a true life encounter with a mysterious voice that helped me at a time of great emotional stress and depression in 2007 while I was staying at a cabin crew hotel in Long Beach, LA.
You Are Not Alone . . .
All the above are real life encounters that happened to me or people I know. Whether or not there is a more scientific or logical explanation, it could not explain away my conviction that there are higher spiritual forces that watch over us. People from different religious or spiritual background might call them by different names, or even divide them into different categories; but the truth remains that you and I are not alone in our earthly sojourn.
I know that I am never alone. I know that I am always guided and protected by a host of higher spiritual power. May you also live and thrive in the joy of that certainty.
Many blessings and I look forward to hearing your story xo
Vera Lin, Auckland, 2012