Touched by an Angel ?

i have been telling this story over and over and over and over again and probably will again. this is nothing like saving or bearing messsage or spiritual. at least not as far as i can remember it. it's more like meeting your family, your mother or daughter.

when i was in junior high i met a lady by my school cafetaria. nothign fancy, just a cafetaria. i saw her a couple of times before, she used to stand by the cafetaria watching the school yard and i noticed her coz she looked different from us; whitish skin, reddish hair (i live in jakarta, indonesia), though of an average height as us.

she came up to me when i was studying for english exam, i was in my junior high, second year (8th grade to you americans). she said something like hi, little boy? which was strange and moreover i could hardly understand english at that time.

i can't remember exactly how we talked but we talked for sometime and i remember she asked, with a sad face, repeatedly, "you don't remember me, do you?" and said more of similar things like, "why couldn't you remember me?" to a point she said i should listen to her more than reading whatever i was reading (i was studying for english), saying something like that people like us (me and her?) or our people, when we need to we will be (able to speak english?). before she left she said something like, your name means nature's lover, i am nature's daughter. or something like "we're family or a family."

later i began to remember something that happen when i was in elementary school (i just got my bike and it didn't happen until at least i was in 5th or 6th grade, that's how i figured out the timeline). i used to live in a kampoeng, that is small houses at the slum of metropolitan jakarta, and i was riding my bike just a few meters from my house when everything seemed to cease into silence; the neighbors, the children playing games by the streets outside their houses, the traffic, it was silent. i looked up to a 2 stories house and saw 3 women dressed like nuns. the middle one moved towards me as if she was about to fall but the one of her left stopped her and the one of her right looked straight to me and they all turned away and left. there was nothing wrong with that except at that time i felt suddenly so afraid and coudln't move to a point i noticed that i began to hear the sound of people and chidren playing and realized i was now able to move and so i pushed my bike home and told me mom how a lady was gonna fall from the balcony of that house. the next day i was still telling that story until my mom said that the house was empty, the family got into some divorce quarrel and they all moved out a few days before and beside, there were only the father, the mother and the child living there (the child was my friend).

and so the day after i met the lady at the school cafetaria, i don't know how but the thought crossed my mind. was she the lady i saw who was about to fall from the second floor?

i didn't see her that day. but i began to remember these places: a stair which end meets the beginning. a white castle. a black army.

and i remember two women (in another place, a house), staring at the window, one of them was holding a baby. her face was so sad. the other one held her hand outside the window to catch the snow falling and teased the baby, saying something like, look it's beautiful. and the lady holding the baby shed tears but the lady with the snow on her hand wiped it off. i could remember how the snow on her hand melted with the tears.

for more than a week or a month i never saw her again. and i got scared, afraid that i might never see her again. but she came to me again and when i asked where she had been she said no where, she was there all the time. when i didn't believe her she introduced me to her daughter, who was at second grade and aparently at the same school as i was. she said someting like, my children are here, where else would i be?

to be continued

Frayed: yes, you and I know and share 'that feeling', don't we? It's like electricity. Shoots through your brain. Must happen very swiftly, judging by the split-second responses/reactions people are capable of when their intuition takes over. There must be millions of people who've reacted before they had time to think --- and those reactions have saved them.

The good thing is, once you've experienced it, you trust it more next time.

It's something I impressed on my children when they were young: to trust their 'feelings' (easier for them to understand than the word 'intuition') no matter how embarrassing it might be. For instance ( I said) ... if they ever had a 'bad' feeling about a place or person, they shouldn't argue with that feeling but should do whatever it took to get away -- even if they had to tell lies about the reason they were leaving -- even if they had to be rude or offend someone -- even if they had to fight.

If I had my life to live over again (retaining the knowledge I've accrued in this life) I wouldn't instill 'politeness' in my children as much as I did this time around. Yes, it's nice when children are polite, but really, by teaching them to defer to others and to care about other's feelings, we are teaching our children to be compliant which in turn suppresses their natural survival instincts. Problem is, some children are just naturally more sensitive to other's feelings, whether or not you encourage this. It often works to people's detriment. Shouldn't be that way, but it is. And although most of the time life seems 'gentle' --- in fact, it's a jungle. Some people are like fluffy little rabbits. And some are like wolves. If I had the opportunity to create a world, I know I'd be building a fence to protect the rabbits -- or one to cage the wolves.

Fortunately, your awareness was far beyond that of a child in ordinary circumstances and you responded to the situation in precisely the right way.

Did the incident with the man in the truck generate an interest in the paranormal as you grew older ?

A flock of angels probably retired in exhaustion after this incident.

One evening I was invited to coffee by someone I didn't know terribly well. It began pleasantly: a ride through the city, radio playing, lots of people around, 'safe' seeming.

As we drove down a side street, the driver sounded his car horn several times. A number of stationary cars sounded their horns in response. My driver explained they were friends of his.

When we began driving through a rural area, the driver assured me he was taking a short cut.

The road grew narrower and darker and now there was very little traffic on the road and fewer house lights.

Finally, the car swung around a steep curve and stopped. The car's lights were switched off. Everything was plunged into darkness.

Scared, but trying not to show it, I asked where we were. The driver laughed to himself but didn't reply.

A moment later, he grabbed my bag and tossed it behind him into the rear of the car. When I asked him to return it, he said: " You want it, get it yourself."

My house keys and purse were in the bag. I tried to reach it from where I sat, but couldn't. Opening the door, I got out and went into the rear of the car, scrabbling around in the darkness. I planned to run as soon as I had my bag.

I was pushed from behind and sent sprawling. For several seconds we fought silently. Then, pinning my arms down with his knees, he began pulling off his shirt.

It was a nightmare come to life.

" I expected better of you." I said.

For some reason, this had enormous impact on him. (Angel One's appearance)

He released me. Apologised. Assured me he'd take me straight home.

Within a few moments, subdued, he was once again seated in the driver's seat. I regained my seat on the passenger side.

He continued to apologise. Begged my forgiveness repeatedly.

It was no great effort to forgive him, considering the alternative.

He began telling me a disjointed story about his being adopted and finding the adoption papers by accident. He said he was saving to go to the US to find his biological father. He talked about broken relationships and women who'd betrayed him: his hated, until now, for women generally.

I encouraged him to continue talking. The longer he talked, the calmer he became. Soon, I'd ask him to start up the car and take me home.

Then the area was suddenly filled with lights. Startled, I looked to the rear and saw several cars close behind us. Filled with relief, I thought these passing cars would be able to offer me assistance. I reached for the door handle.

My driver pulled my hand away from the handle. He told me urgently that I should lock all the doors once he'd departed and under no circumstances should I open the doors, even if there was a fight.

Terrified, I watched him get out of the car and walk to the other cars. He remained there for several minutes. I didn't know how to drive, or I would have tried to escape.

When he returned, he said, " I managed to get rid of them." (Angel Two's appearance). Then he explained that the cars contained men he knew. He and his friends had an established and brutal routine. He confessed that when he'd sounded his car horn to them earlier in passing, it had been a signal. I had been an intended gang rape victim, until my driver had a change of heart.

He continued to apologise and confessed he and his friends had driven many girls to this location -- girls who hadn't been as fortunate as I.

Then I heard the sound of a bell. I mentioned this, but my driver was engrossed in his confessions and failed to hear it, apparently.

Finally, just when my companion seemed almost ready to start the engine and drive me home, I almost fainted in shock, because there at the driver's-side window I saw a looming dark shape. My driver was almost as startled as I was. He rolled down his window. A man spoke. He looked to be in his 60s, dressed in what looked like an old dark suit and old-fashioned wide-brimmed hat. He had a stick, longer than a walking stick.

What he said made it all the more surreal. " Have you seen my sheep?"
Then he leaned down and stared across to me. " Are you alright, young lady? "

No. I wasn't. I'd only just learned that I was in an unused quarry. I'd just narrowly escaped physical attack by several demented men, including the one sitting next to me. And now a tall, strange man had appeared out of the darkness, claiming to be looking for a lost sheep !

Then I remembered the sound of the bell and I asked the older man if his sheep wore a bell. I told him where the bell-sound had travelled to. He asked me again if I was sure I was alright, and then with a tip of his hat, disappeared into the darkness after his sheep. I hope this was Angel Three, intended as a backup in the event my driver hadn't had a change of heart or had failed to send his friends away.

I sincerely hope this was the case -- although it crossed my mind afterwards that the man in the suit might have been a voyeur who lived nearby and who headed to the quarry under pretext of finding his sheep (after seeing cars head into the quarry) in order to watch girls being gang raped

Nevertheless, I was almost light-headed with relief and gratitude. How could I have been so shone-upon, so protected, so lucky? Why had I been spared, when other girls in this exact situation had not? I still don't know.

Originally posted by Dock6

Did the incident with the man in the truck generate an interest in the paranormal as you grew older ?

I didn't really equate that incident with the paranormal for many years. It was just another weird incident......my family seems to have a number of those.....

My Dad had a couple of odd incidents of this sort when he was in WWII, giving him just enough 'warning' to save his hide.

I've had others, but this is one of the earliest that I can remember.

My 'favorite' is one that happened when I was in college. I didn't live on campus, but commuted from home, about 20 miles away. One afternoon a friend wanted me to go shopping with her after classes, but I really didn't want to go......(she's a shopaholic and I knew it would take forever).

She kept insisting and out of the blue, I said, " I can't, I've got to go by the restaurant ( where I worked weekends) and see Mr. B.........he's going to bring me some fish and I have to be there to get them!" She looked as surprised as I felt........I had no such plans, it had just popped out!

On the way home I was kicking myself for being such a liar. How would I explain myself when she asked about these non-existent fish! I would surely have to tell her the truth the next day, but I could at least go by and check my work schedule........making my whopper at least a half truth!

When I got to the restaurant, I checked the schedule, got a coke and sat down to chat with some of the staff........In walked Mr. B and he said, " I'm glad you came by, I've got something for you!"

We walked out to his van, he opened the door, pulled out a 5 gallon bucket and handed it to me........It was full of FISH!!!?? ( crappies no less, and I hate cleaning fish! )

It seems such a silly, useless thing to 'foretell', but I've often wondered what might have befallen me or my friend if I'd relented and we'd gone shopping......