Out of all the contact with the supernatural nothing compares to my experiences with angels, guides and/or guardians. These beings exude light, love, protection and create a positive affect in my life. Unlike the tantrum of a poltergeist or the selfishishness of the negative entity, angels provide solace and a sense of well being. I am personally very honoured to have had contact with them in my life. My very first memory of when I saw what seemed and felt like angels or spiritual guides happened when I was very young. At the age of 3 or 4 I hit my head very badly on a large wooden lunch table (on a corner). I remember everything about that event. I recall hitting my head, seeing my sister scream and run to my Father, and my Mother holding a towel tightly against the wound while we raced to the hospital. I also remember being stopped by the police since my Dad was speeding and having a cop sound off his car sirens and lights as he helped us get to the hospital. All the while my Mother kept repeating " Don't fall asleep no matter how tired you feel". I did feel tired and I did my best to follow my Mother's instructions. Although, through the whole thing I was confused as to why everyone seemed so worried about me. When I reached the emegency room the doctor showed up with several nurses. They felt it nessesary to sew me up quickly. I painfully remember the novican needle enter the front of my head. It hurt alot. Yet, I didn't scream. Why? Because I was being distracted by what seemed to be two people standing in midair. They were far though so I couldn't see their faces. They were multi-coloured and stood arm to arm. They didn't really move but just stood there. I could see the doctors and the nurses working above me but still visually below these two figures. As they'd sewn up my head (seventeen stitches) I could still feel pain and the pulling of the thread. It hurt but I was so very enthralled with the people above me I didn't fuss or cry or even say anything. Later, the doctor had commented on how silent I had been and surmised it might have been shock. However, I simply do not agree. I believe these people were my spirit guides who were trying to make a painful situation easier for me.
Later as a teen and and now a young adult I often remember being protected and cared for by benevolent spirit forces. I once had a horrible nightmare. It was religious in tone. Some evil force was holding me down and I felt I needed help. In the dream I recall screaming for help, an angel is what I meant by such help. Within a very short time I was being tapped on the forehead. It felt to me like three distinct taps. I could feel the softly rounded nails and the finger tips on my forehead. My first thought was that I was late for school or my Mother had heard me fussing in bed. However, when I opened my eyes a split second after the tapping there was clearly no "person" in the room that I could see. My Mother could not have come in...my door had been locked. Also it could not have been myself because when I opened my eyes my arms were both tucked tightly under the bed's blankets. Also my nails did not happen to be long nor oval shaped. The greatest thing was I did not debate long about whether it was my imagination or what have you. I knew it had been some helpful guide, spirit or angel. I felt absolutely giddy. Light as a feather. I began to giggle to myself. A message had been understood...the tap had been jovial, playful. The spirit that had woken me from what I thought had been a realistic threat had merely been a dream. I sensed the message, "Don't worry it was just a dream". I felt relaxed after that event and remained giddy and at peace for nearly a solid week. Unfortunately, the feeling wore off but it did change me permanently nonetheless.
When I was in my mid teens, I went to a Christmas get-together at my Grandfather's (the only living grandparent I have). In any case, I found myself in the guest livingroom with my Father who was setting up a place to take family photos. My father stopped in the middle of his preparations and stood back. He then smiled to himself and looked towards me... |
