Touched by an Angel ?

Originally posted by Marius Blackwood
in my infinite wisdom, decide to cut it off with my scuba diving knife.

O yeh. The things we do when we where young. Thats priceless.

Life is a learning experience and sometimes it can be brutal. If we have to make horrible mistakes to learn from it, then thats part of the lesson.

Keep away from sharp instruments my friend, and live a long and healthy life.

All the best.
Seeker.

That's actually the second time I've ever cut myself with a knife, and the first major time, and I've been using pocket knives to carve stuff up since my father gave me one when I was five or so. I was quite shocked at my own carelessness after it was all said and done for. After that I've always been in a constant state of alert when wielding a knife. You live, you learn.

Originally posted by Marius Blackwood
You live, you learn.

Never a truer word has been said.

Your already half way home.

Seeker.

I love reading about angel stories and I have a real good one. I was meditating and conversing in the minds chatter way with myself as to my own acceptability. An angel appeared in the room. It looked androgynous as it's said they do. I was shocked and it scared the daylights out of me, because generally when you see people appear out of nowhere it's quite shocking. It disappeared as fast as it appeared, I suppose it was disappointed that it had scared me, but it had time to say: "We have always loved you."

Another time, I was saying my rosary and couldn't remember the word for what Christ did when he permitted John the Baptist to baptize him. I was scrounging around in my head..contract...pact...etc...when into my head streamed a voice,
"The lord remembers his covenant." I had to chuckle, because I hadn't.

Seen a couple of demons too. At one time, they were coming into the house during hypnogogic states and bleeding through from dreams. I complained to my sons father who dreamt that night of his Indian guide Matee. Matee showed him a dance to do in my house. The next day he came and danced the dance through out the house, including closets. Demons never bothered my again. At least not in the same capacity.....

All honorable men belong to the same tribe.



[edit on 4-4-2007 by clearwater]

Originally posted by clearwater
All honorable men belong to the same tribe.
[edit on 4-4-2007 by clearwater]

When we all understand that, the world will be a very different place.

I have known people who like yourself are able to transcend from this level of existance and see beyond it. I have learnt much from them, but have never been able to replicate what they have shown me.

I envy your ability, hopefully I can take something from your words and clear the smoke that hides the way, in much the same way as your excellent Avatar suggests, the closer you look the more you see.

Glad you got rid of the Demons.

Thanks.
Seeker.

You flatter me greatly but I make no such claims. This is your world too, I'm sure you're experiences are just as edifying if not more...

But I just remembered something funny that happened just the other night. I was walking back from getting my quad into bed, (can't do it himself), and a street person on the other side of the street hailed me. He was grizzled and care-worn, but I paused and plucked my mp3 players earphone out of my ear and replied - "What"

He saluted me and said "What's my orders?"

I saluted back and said, "At ease soldier." Chuckled to myself at the incongruity and walked the rest of the way home.

Back in 1991 I was living in Chicago, and decided to go out for a jog. I was running with headphones on and the music was very loud. I went to cross the street and all of a sudden I feel someone grab the back of my shirt. Just then a city bus whizzed by right in front of me a couple of feet away. I had a chance to look back for a second and noticed an old tall man with long grey hair. After replaying it in my head a couple of times I remember the man wearing some kind of robe, but I only saw him for a second. I turned my head to see the bus again leaving and thinking about how lucky I was. I turned to thank the nice person that saved my life and there was no one there. I searched up and down the block for this person with no luck. I only looked at the bus for a second, but the man vanished. Ever since that day I have felt I have been given another chance in life.

Hello Seeker and as always ... thank you.

When I was about 8 or 9, my father took me up on the roof of a building he was working on. He had just finished installing the roofing material and handed me a can of pitch-like substance, with instructions to daub it liberally over each of the many exposed bolt-heads used to hold the roofing material in place. Several times during the instruction, he impressed upon me the importance of working with 'eyes front'. Under no circumstance, he stressed, should I turn my back towards the edge of the roof. If I did, he said, I could well step backwards off the roof, which was three floors high. He warned me that many men had plunged to their death in this way.

When he'd finished his talk, my father asked me if I fully understood his warning. I told him I did. At the time I did.

He left me alone on the roof and went back down the ladders. Immediately I set to work, eager to do a good job and please him.

It was hot up there and windy. The wind was blowing my hair into my eyes so without thinking, I turned to face the wind.

It was a skillion (almost flat) roof, so the work posed no real difficulty. I concentrated hard on daubing sufficient pitch on each bolt head, so the roof wouldn't leak. There were dozens of bolts, in parallel rows, and I was working my way down the first row, bent over from the waist for most of the time, concentrating on the task and daydreaming a bit too, I suppose.

After completing each bolt I stood up straight and scrutinised my work before moving backwards to the next bolt-head. This was my routine, all down the bolt-line.

Then I felt a hand against my back.

Without thinking, I pushed backwards against the hand, because it was stopping me from stepping back fully in order to get to the next bolt in the row.

The hand stayed firm however and would not let me move any further backwards.

I pushed against the hand again, not really thinking about it, so intent was I in getting the job done and pleasing my father.

Then I came fully awake from the day-dreamy preoccupied state I must have been in ------ and turned around to see who was behind me.

But there was no-one there. I was alone on the roof.

I was almost on the EDGE of the roof.

If the hand hadn't stopped me, I would have plunged backwards over the roof and down three floors to the rubble far below.

I can still remember the feeling of being alone up there, with the roof shining like silver in the sun and the wind singing in my ears.

For several moments, I expected my father's head to angrily appear over the far edge of the roof, screaming at me about not listening to his repeated warning that I must NOT work with my back to the edge but must instead face the edge at all times.

Tick tock, tick tock. Just the sun and wind, everything peaceful. No father's angry face. I couldn't believe my luck. He hadn't seen.

After that, I made sure I worked forwards and not backwards.

Sometime later, my father climbed up the ladder to survey my work. He was happy with it. He said nothing about my near escape. It seemed he didn't know.

I was so filled with relief about his not knowing. It wasn't until years later that the significance of the incident dawned on me. Someone had put out their hand and saved me from death. Someone had been watching out for me. I had felt their hand. And without thinking or even wondering who that someone was, I had impatiently pressed against that hand -- had tried to push it aside, so I could finish the work.

But when I'd turned around, there had been no-one there. Just empty space.

It was a real hand. A firm but gentle hand. And even though he'd died some months before, that hand 'felt' like my grandfather's. Except he'd died 12,000 miles from where I stood on that roof.

When something like that happens, it sweeps aside all the cynical (even your own) opinions about 'religion' and the meaning (or lack thereof) of life and death.

I've become as cynical as anyone else. It's hard to avoid as life batters you about. Religion doesn't teach that deceased loved-ones can intervene on our behalf. In fact, organised religion would very probably denounce my experience. And psychiatrists might claim it was my subconscious which had calculated the length of the roof the moment I stepped onto it and had thus been aware I was reaching the edge and so triggered nerves and sinews in simulation of a hand, in order to prevent my falling.

Quite often, this sort of 'explanation' is ridiculously convoluted -- a sort of educated denial of a reality many academics refuse to acknowledge. I suspect their denial is caused by their reluctance to surrender 'control'. They need to feel 'in control' of their own lives and those of others.

The person who has the experience, however, has no agendas; no preconceived theories. They just have the experience and are the richer (and often wiser) for it.

What I felt was a hand. A seemingly flesh and blood hand. That it was invisible to my physical eyes made it no less effective. And that hand saved me. Saved me in more ways than one, actually. It gave me assurance of my worth, made me feel cared for, and that's priceless.

Near escapes.

Almost forgot this one. I was about 4 and a half -- 5 at most. I'd begun school at an early age and this particular afternoon I'd been told I had to walk from school to my grandparents' house because my mother wasn't going to be at home.

Typical English grey and rainy late-afternoon, with the light already fading fast. I was standing at the kerb, nervously waiting an opportunity to cross the road, reciting: 'Look right, look left, look right again' to myself. But I was losing my nerve every time there was a gap in the traffic. So I continued to stand there, knowing I had to make it across the road before it got really dark, but at the same time hoping my grandmother would magically appear at her door and come to get me.

Then a man came alongside me. He asked if I needed to cross the road. I'd been told not to talk to strangers, but I didn't want to be rude, so I nodded as compromise.

I was shocked and scared when he grasped my hand. But again, I didn't want to be rude to an adult. I tried to wriggle my hand free, but he wouldn't let go. He said he'd take me across the road. I told him no thank you, I knew how to get across on my own. Still, he wouldn't let me go. Then he began leading me across the road. He seemed very big. I didn't like the feeling I was getting but I didn't know how to stop things.

The man pointed to a black car which was parked in the lane directly opposite. He said I could sit in there and keep dry until the rain stopped. He repeated that a few times.

Again, trying not to be impolite, I told him I had to go to my grandmother's and couldn't go to his car with him. He chuckled, but wouldn't let go of my hand. I pointed to my grandmother's house and said it was closer to go there than to the car.

By this time, we had crossed the road and by now he was almost dragging me to the car, with me trying to stop my feet from moving. But he was much too strong.

I didn't know what to do. Then I saw my grandmother open her front door.

The moment the man saw my grandmother looking at him, he let go of my hand. As we walked to the house, my grandmother told me she'd been on the telephone in the kitchen, but had suddenly decided to go to the front of the house to see if she could see me. Thank goodness. Another moment and I wouldn't have been there for her to see.

Later on, I received a thorough telling-off from my parents, about how I should know not to go anywhere with strangers. Hope this little story is a lesson for parents, because it's pointless warning children not to talk to strangers when those strangers refuse to play by the same rules. In later years I was told my parents had been agitated by what had happened because at around the same time, two little girls from our area had been taken by a man who was believed to lure children to his car.

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When I was just 17, for reasons that have no real bearing on the story, I found myself running as fast as I could through a large park-type expanse I'd never been to before ... in the dark, during a thunderstorm.

I was heading towards some lights in the far distance.

The ground was soggy and rutted and I stumbled through puddles and over dips and mounds, my eyes fixed ahead.

I was running flat out, soaked to the skin, paying no attention to anything other than the lights.

Then there was a crack of lightning and the sky lit up.

In that moment, I saw two things simultaneously.

One was a bridge, to my right.

The other was a raging torrent --- a wide storm water canal --- only a metre or two in front of me. The water was right up to the edge and was moving at furious pace as could be seen by the debris tearing past on its surface. Later, I was told it emptied into the ocean about half a mile away.

If the lightning hadn't happened, I would have continued running full-pace, directly into the flooded canal. However, thanks to that flash of light in the sky, I saw the bridge -- and avoided drowning.

As exhausted and terrified as I was, my mind became very still for a moment. I knew that lightning had been sent to save me. I could actually feel something sort of tapping on my skull, to let me know this.

A little over a year ago, I had a magnificent dream about finding treasure and the treasure turned out to be the key to hell and I unlocked the gate and released all the souls to Heaven. When I woke up, I smelled a sweet smell in the air. The next day I picked up a homeless man, even though I had never done this before, and took him to my house to clean up and eat a hot meal. To make a long story short, the homeless claimed to be Jesus reincarneted and the last prophet sent to earth. He stayed in a guest motor home for a month and I learned about God.
I still believe that I was visited by the last prophet and possibly Jesus himself. I am a completely different person now, feeling that I have some connection with the direction of our destiny.
God first, fellow human being next. Believe it or not, we're all in this together.

Originally posted by clearwater
I saluted back and said, "At ease soldier." Chuckled to myself at the incongruity and walked the rest of the way home.

Hi Clearwater.

I had to do a double take on your last past.

Incongruity. Hmmmm.

If you have a few minutes, check out this thread. It may give you an insight to your experience.

www.abovetopsecret.com...

I to salute you.

Originally posted by buckhunter
Ever since that day I have felt I have been given another chance in life.

Hi buckhunter.

Thanks for your post.

Some could explain the phenomena that yourself and others on this thread have spoken of, as pure happenstance, merely a survival mechanism that is deep routed in our subconscious that we are unaware of.

But the one thing that strikes me, is the actual PHYSICAL CONTACT that has been made by unseen forces in order to avert certain disaster. To me it points to something far more profound, especially when the event leads to a different understanding of the world around us.

Thanks for sharing and showing an interest in this thread.

Originally posted by stompk
Believe it or not, we're all in this together.

I'am with you Stompk.

Regardless of anyones religious persuasion, your statement reflects the ultimate truth. Thanks for pointing it out.

Cheers.
Seeker.

Hi ya Dock 6

We have shared many experiences both here and on other threads, and it's got me thinking that maybe the multitude of examples we can bring to the table, are episodes that are common to everyone, but not everyone see's the relevance of these experiences, or that their interpretations of those events are far more prosaic than our own.

As I have stated in the past I have no religious persuasion as such, but I'am very open to the premise of intelligent design. I have studied all the major religions of the world and then some. I believe all religious doctrines contain parts of an overall truth both historical and spiritual.

The problem in my mind is that the truth has been diffused by all these different approaches. Consequently peoples understanding of events that happen to them, are clouded by preconceptions established by religious belief.

I truly believe that if mankind could find a comminality within their belief sytems and put away the premise of " My God is better than your God"
then not only would the world be a better place, but they would also be more aware of the truths you and I and others point too.

May your God love and keep you close to his heart.

All the very, very best.
Seeker.





[edit on 5-4-2007 by Seeker PI]

Dock6, your posts gave me goose bumps!! You and I might neither have been here today, without some 'outside' help. I have a story similar to yours, whether I could attribute it to an angel or not.....

I was around 5 years old and was playing in our front yard with a neighborhood playmate. We were practically sitting on the curb, as we lived on a quiet street that had little traffic due to the fact that most locals would avoid the bad railroad crossing at our end.

This was in a small town, in the 50's......back when no one ever thought to tell their children not to talk to strangers, rather I was always encouraged to be polite and 'out-going'.

An old pick-up stopped beside us, and one man hung out the passenger side window. With a 'overly friendly' greasy grin, he asked me if my Daddy was at home. But he they did not pull into the drive, or turn off the motor......

It being a weekday, of course my Dad was at work. No one was there with me, except my dear little Grandmother. But for some reason when I opened my mouth, I heard myself saying....."He sure IS!! I'll go get him right now!"

My playmate began to try to correct me, so I talked even louder, insisting that Daddy WAS at home and padding my lie with more details about why he'd stayed home that day! I grabbed my friend by the shirt and began pulling him toward the back yard.

My little friend was put out with me for lying and almost tearing his shirt, and loudly offering to 'tell on me', but when the truck pulled off in a cloud of dust, I was already tearing around the house screaming for my Grandmother.

Originally posted by sdp333As I was driving, I went over some railroad tracks and heard an audible voice say..."seatbelt." I DID put the seatbelt on and two seconds later I wrapped my brother's car headfirst into a telephone pole. It saved my life.

Maybe you hit the telephone pole because you were distracted putting on the seatbelt, maybe this voice wanted you to come a cropper

Could have been an Angel or perhaps the rational mind telling you to belt up...mmmmmm..

Hi,

Nice experience Seeker PI, and thanks for sharing.

Maybe something related to the Indians (from India) Indus, they believe that if they help others, on someway the “help” will come to they. Maybe something identical append to you, because you help that lady you had be given some “help” and you found your car, or that could be just coincidence, but appears to be something more than Coincidence maybe Synchronicity.

brotherthebig.

Hi Seeker!

I've truely enjoyed reading this thread, though I very rarely post I wanted to explain my experience.

Going back roughly 5 years ago now, I was on my way to my friends place in the outback, being it was about a 5 hrs drive I would always exceed the speed limit, in most cases 130 KMP so about 80 MPH, the roads were long and general conditions were good, and the car was more than capible of handling itself, being brand new at the time.

This particular day the weather was overcast, but it wasnt raining at the time, about 2 hrs into the drive it started to rain hard, being I was familiar with the roads I really didnt bother to decrease the cruise control; ten minutes after it started to rain things were becomming harder to see, all a sudden my horn started to go off, like it was stuck or something? it was quite annoying as loud as it was, etc. I pulled to the side of the road, tried punching the steering wheel, where the horn was located, (baring in mind i never touched the horn at anytime) thinking it could be stuck, then I figured it may of been something to do with a fuse? It was too complicated to work out, still raining outside I figured I would get out of the car, disconnect the battery and leave it, being it may of been a short or water damage? Not sure, as I opened the door of my car, the horn stopped completly? To my surprise of course... I didnt bother to investigate any further...

Driving off slowly just up the road I completely forgot about it, before going to accellerate I noticed at the corner of my eye something move (I was travelling at around 20MPH)I slammed the brakes and came to a complete stop, a school of kangaroo's I would say around 20-30 or so ran accross the road, I missed the Roo's and clearly lived to tell the story...

I guess the moral of the story is, if i didnt have a reason to pull the car over, or slow down, I would have hit the roos, and beleive me it would have written of the car with me in it, co-incidence, fate an angel? I dont know, but I was truely lucky. I still own the same car, and its never faulted me since?

Wonderfully guided thread, Seeker.

My earliest paranormal experience pertains rather well to this subject matter. It happened when I was 13 years old, and had gone alone to take a swim in a large pool. I was still learning to swim at the time, and found it very difficult to maintain a position in the water.. I could swim forwards fairly well. I had ventured into the deepest end of the pool and was about 20 feet from any side. I saw infront of me a shape/darkness which was underwater. It was difficult to resolve with water in my eyes, and I had assumed someone was under the surface. To avoid a collision I momentairly stopped swimming, thinking they would pass out of the way. It turned out to be a trick of light. In my waiting I exhaled and began to sink, and as my head passed under the water I realized and remembered that I was in the deep end. Like a true beginner I began to panic and couldn't break the surface, I just sunk deeper and deeper, probably about 15 feet. I do recall water entering my lungs.. at this point I was truly getting desperate.

Suddenly two very warm hands gripped my chest and forced me upwards. Pushed up through the surface, I found the strength to swim to the side of the pool. Holding on to the side, I turned around and no-one was there, or anywhere near for that matter.

Spooky but I am grateful

Sorry for the delay in responding. I'am currrently selling my house and things are being turned off around me, so I don't have much time right now.

Brotherthebig:

Thanks for the thought Brotherthebig, I never thought that the works of Carl Jung would make an appearence in this thread. ;-)

Downunder 666:

Thats definately one of those unexplainable incidents that work to our advantage, Check out brotherthebigs links above on Synchronicity. I've heard many stories about travelling through the outback by car, each one ends with something dramatic. It must be a very powerfull place. I wonder what the aboriginals make of it all. I bet they have an answer.

Thanks for the post cobber!

SteveR:

Appreciate the kind words SteveR.

I was once pulled out of the local pool in exactly the same circumstances as yourself, only the hands that saved me where those of a young boy called Anthony Lilly, great swimmer, right place right time. Did you get any of the " Life passing before your eyes" experience ? I did and it was not scarry at all, I think I'd given up to be honest. But like yourself, my time had not come.

Glad your still with us. Hope the elections go well.

Cheers.
Seeker.