Do you believe in Angels??

This question was asked 2 years ago from our very own "eyes" I still have the original thread on my watched list and read it often when times are hard. Here is the original post http://davesgarden.com/forums/t/68841/
Just thought I would ask it again on this 2 year anniversary of the original post.

And Yes I still absolutly believe.!

Now here's a subject you don't want to get me started on. :-) WAY too many experiences in *my* life for me not to believe in angels. Experiences that no one would believe if I wrote them down.

There are some wonderful stories in the original thread...and I really thank 'eyes' for starting it.

Thanks Old Rose...

~julie~

yes.. yes yes.. i do, for sure really do. we all have our own angel...

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Yes.

I have a story... maybe Angels, maybe not.

About 10 years ago, my favorite uncle (who had no children but was fond of me) died. I was living 2 hours away, and had made that trip many, many, many times because my mother lived nearby.

The Service was to be at 1:30 on a Sunday afternoon. I pressed my dark suit and put it on the door with appropriate shoes, blouse, etc. so I could drive comfortably and change clothes when I got to Boone. Then I got online to play on the Internet until it was time to leave for the Service.

I lived then in a large house on an old family homeplace, with the old family cemetary just past my house on the one lane drive into the property. My computer room was up on the top floor, in sort of a crow's nest and I never heard a sound.

Imagine my surprise when I started out the front door with my suit in hand, only to find my car was hemmed in by maybe 75 vehicles, no way out. They were having the annual "Preachin' on the Grounds" and the Preacher was going strong!

So I waited, and waited. Didn't feel I could interrupot to ask for cars to be moved! Baptist Preachers, especially country ones, can be long-winded. Finally, he finished, and the cars started to leave, and I was VERY late.

I was finally able to get out, and at least 30-45 minutes behind schedule to get to the funeral service on time. Nonetheless, I got on the road and started my drive.

All along the way, I kept checking my watch... and never exceeded the speed limit (which you cannot do safely on the narrow, curvy miuntain roads anyway). I kept getting farther along than I should in five minutes, ten minutes, 30 minutes... and wondered if my watch was faulty.

I arrived in Boone, changed my clothes, and walked into the funeral service just as they were ushering in my aunt. I was on time!

I firmly believe somehow either Time stopped for me, or some Angel created a time warp for me. Still freakes me out to think about it.

Wow darius that's really tingly

Yes I beleive in Angels.

Absolutely.
My angel story involves my grandmother who broke her hip and while in recovery she began to decline instead of recover. I spent the night with her each night because she did not want to be alone. One time in the middle of the night she began moaning and saying "They won't let me go" over and over again.
I called the nurse in, and she took her vital signs, and went to get another nurse who also checked grandmas vital signs. We could not get her to respond to us, and she was pale, cold and clammy to the touch. The nurses called the doctor, and when he came to check on her, he asked if the family had been called yet. When I said no, he said I think you should call them. It looked like she was slipping away from us...
Meanwhile my grandmother is still repeatedly saying "They won't let me go". I felt certain she was having a bad dream or hallucination of being restrained or something. I called my aunts, and everyone rushed to the hospital to be with her.
At one point I went outside the room and waited in the hall with my brothers, and we all cried thinking this was it - the end. Waiting was horrible, and time seemed to stand still. I don't know how long we were out in the hall, but when I went to the bathroom, I came out and I saw two men with a stretcher going down her hall. The back of their jackets said "coroner"...
We all lost control and began to hug each other and cry. But what had happened was the coroners went to the room next to my grandmothers, and took the man in that room out who had passed away. Within an hour after he passed, my grandmothers vital signs came up, her color came back and she was alert and talking with no recall of what she had been saying or had been through. My aunts who were in her room with her when she was close to death told me grandma said "Look at Jesus coming down the hall with the angels". . .We think for certain she saw the angels who had come for that man, and wanted to go with them, but they wouldn't let her - It wasn't her time, it was his. She lived for another year and a half after that.

shearpamela...one of my first experiences was much the same. It was my mother...had a cardiac arrest during surgery, was on her way across a misty bridge with "Jesus" on the other side. He told her it was her decision whether to cross all the way or not...she was on her way but before she reached the other side she turned to answer my voice...when she turned back around, she was told she still had work to finish here. That was when I was about 16 with two younger sisters. Mama died 11 years later, a few months after her 49th birthday of brain cancer...and one month after my second son was born. But knowing that she was "settled" in the fact that she knew there was more to life and was not afraid of what was to come, made it easier to cope when I lost her.

For myself, I "drowned" when I was about 4 years old. I slipped through an old tire inner tube when my Dad tossed me into the creek. I remember things going dark...no panic whatsoever..then I remember beautiful music and a very bright light that seemed to guide me toward it. I seemed to be aware of moving through the water and thinking I was floating upstream. When in reality I was headed for the edge of a dam. I don't remember anything about being pulled from the water. My family never spoke of that day.

You have to understand that my experiences happened a long time before anyone started taking these events seriously. I'm 59 years old...that puts my drowning over 55 years ago, and my mom's cardiac arrest over 40. I didn't talk about these things to anyone because I thought everyone already knew about it.

And now...the "Angel" experience...
My sister was visiting from Okla in late fall. We had gone shopping and on the way home a snowstorm hit with a vengeance. The roads were slick, snow was dumping big time...so heavy that my windshieldwipers were clogging and sticking to the glass. The road we had to travel was along the river and terribly crooked. It was scarey to say the least...and I was used to driving it. I remember saying to my sister, "Boy, I'd give anything right now if a Semi truck had turned before us so I could at least follow his tracks." There was nothing to even show a hint of where the road actually was...and I was scared to death of meeting an oncoming vehicle.

All of a sudden, I realized that I'd seen a set of tire tracks come onto the road from the left side and into my lane. Thank God! I could now see where I was going. Then it dawned on me. There are *no* driveways, no intersections...not even a shoulder where a car could have come from.

I tried to find an acceptible reason for those tire tracks for months afterward. Every day on my way to and from work I searched that area for some hint of field gate or something that would let me get past the feeling that God had put those tracks there. I *never* got over that feeling. And my sister and I remember that particular incident as a definite 'sign' of a Higher Power in our lives.

~julie~

Juklie, loved reading your stories, esp. the tire tracks.

The first one about your mom reminded me of a similar story about my father, which I had forgotten.

My father blew out his mitral valve and they gave him 1% chance of making it through the night. Somehow, he did, and had a valve replacement. I didn't get there for almost 2 days, and in the waiting room my sister recounted her "dream". Daddy was advancing towards a very bright light and she was running after him. As she neared, he slowed down, and then slowly turned around and took her hand and started back with her.

She said she had NO idea what the dream meant... but it's pretty obvious, isn't it? He lived another 15 years.

Darius...I had goosebumps run the length of my bod on that one. Yep...it's obvious what that dream meant. Personally, I'd call that a tiny instance of a "vision." Thanks for sharing with us.

~julie~

the times I have been graced by divine intervention are too numberous to count anymore and I know I have missed some The earliest one I remember was when I was 9-10 riding my bike home from a friends house peddling my little legs off to get home before the looming storm hit. I heard someone behind me yell stop!!!! The voice was so urgent I thought someone really must need help so I immediatly stopped just then a hugh branch fell off the tree in front of me about where I would have been had I not stopped. I rode around in circles looking and looking for the person who had called for me to stop but never found anyone. Worried I rode home and told mom she assured me there was nobody but me that needed helping and that my angel had told me to stop to keep me out of harms way. Since then I have kept my eyes open for events that are helped/prevented/changed by my angels.

I also have a story of passing on I would love to share. My grandfather at the young age of 98 passed away 5 years ago. It was a very slow, gracious, passing much like the way he lived. The Doctors had told us due to his loss of red blood cells he would just get more and more tired and then finally fall asleep and that is about what happened. I was visiting him earlier in the day on the night he left us he was quite weak by then so we just sat and talked I scratched his back (my job since I was a tot) We had been sitting there quiet for quite some time when he turned to look at me and asked " what do you mean we're going on a jouney? I am too tired right now to go." I knew it had to be his angel or my grandmother telling him to get ready so I just said ok but I knew he would be ok and there were friends and family waiting patiently for him.

Sandy

"His eye is on the Sparrow, and I know he watches over me"!! Old_Rose, I'm truly humbled that your earmarked this thread.

"eyes"

'eyes' I'm glad O.R. brough it back. I think I needed to "remember" a few things over these past few days. And it's made me feel better knowing I'm not alone in my experiences. So "thank *you*" for starting the thread in the first place.

~julie~

p.s. Sandy...I love your story. It felt very 'solid.'

My pleasure eyes. believe it or not your original posting is one I concider an angel moment. And it continues to remind me no matter how alone I may feel at times, I am never really alone and I am always watched over.

You guys are giving me goose bumps! Much thanks.

keeping it simple-YES

Not sure if this relates to angels, but...
Last year g'ma got really sick. The family was called and dad went to florida. G'ma had already stated that she didnt want heroic efforts to save her life. Shes 98? and has lived a really full life.
Anyway, she decided that she wanted off all of her meds. The doc complied and said that basically what would happen is her chest would fill up with fluids and she would pass in her sleep. That night, one of dads sisters was on "death watch". She noticed that g'ma started mumbling and was reaching towards something/someone. She was so persistant in her reaching that my aunt reached up and grabbed g'mas hand....g'mas vitals started raising immediately.
Fast forward 1 1/2 years..g'ma is happily living in her retirement community, running the local bingo hall.
I got goose bumps when mom told me that. I can only wonder who was just out of reach. But im glad that my aunt pulled her back : )

YES I believe in angels. How can one possibly believe the Bible and not believe in angels? Tonight I met a man named Gabriel. We talked briefly about the powerful angel who also proudly answers to that name.

Yes, I do! The Bible speaks many times about them. Also that they watch over us.

Oh wow!! I'm so glad I found this thread!! I got shiver after shiver reading your stories! I have tons of stories too about close calls and miraculous things, some that are truly unbelieveable and seem like something out of a horror movie! And I have lots of stories that my mother told me before she died about her life, she grew up in Alaska in a little village that was totally cut off from the rest of the world, except during fishing season when the cannery would open and fishing boats would start showing up. They (the natives) truly believe in ghosts and had so many freaky things happen in the village....pretty interesting, but I firmly believe that those thing were not angels, well at least not the 'good' angels. Anyway, thanks for sharing your stories!!
Raven

I've heard some of those stories, too, and I agree.

Yes, I do believe because when I had my Mom staying w me, caring for her lung cancer, there were two ladies from hospice in her room with me. Suddenly, my Mom said "She's waiting for me". We asked who she was talking about-she was looking at the foot of the bed. She said ' The angel, don't you see her? She's been sitting there waiting for me." That was on a Friday. That weekend my Mom kept asking if my sister had come to see her yet. I said no because my sister was moving that weekend. My sister came that Sunday, right after she left my Mom went into a coma and was gone by morning. The angel knew my Mom had to see my sister before she went, and the angel was waiting for my Mom to be ready.
I say all this w the complete knowledge that she had an angel escort to heaven.

Jay (smooth)

I to beleive in Angets. What a great thread. Did any of you ever read the book "Hello from Heaven)? A friend gave it to me when I lost my son. It gave me so much hope. Carol

I have kept up with this thread for some time now and read with great interest all the beautiful moments that prove the existence of Angels. Once you have been "touched by an Angel" you are never the same person. I not only believe in Angels, I personally know for a fact they are among us. I have searched for a way to make my account brief... I was hospitalized a year ago with a devastating illness some of you may have heard of. Acute Respiratory Distress Syndrome (ARDS). At that time survival rate of this illness was only about 40% and the hospital had just lost two patients to ARDS when I was admitted, fighting to breathe and already in the acute stage. (It strikes quickly and no cause is yet known) Placed immediately on life support in ICU, I was under constant care of Pulmonary specialist called in from several major hospitals. All I can remember is too much pain to live with and the constant struggle for oxygen. I "flat lined" on several occasions and remember the last time as somewhere in my mind I heard the constant tone of the buzz of the heart monitor and this time I was too tired to fight anymore and I was ready for blessed relief. I will not go into great detail what happened, I will only tell you that two beautiful girls suddenly appeared by my bedside. One with golden hair and the only one who spoke to me. She said, and I quote "My name is Aimee (and she spelled it in the air with the motion of her finger) and I am here to tell you there are many angels around you here tonight. We are here to help you and I tell you, you will not die here in this place tonight." "I can't take the pain and I can't do it" I responded. "Take my hand" she said, and reached out her hand to me. I have always believed that when an Angel appears to you, you are not allowed to touch the Angel physically. Even in my dying state, while a crash team was frantically trying to get my heart to start beating again, I was confused that she offered her hand ."I am too tired. I can't" I said, "let me go." "We cannot save you" she said, "but we are here to help you save yourself. You must take my hand and not let go. There are many here around you and you will not die here tonight." I did not want to be saved, but her beautiful grey eyes commanded and I weakly lifted my arm and placed my hand in hers. I wish I could put into words what happened at that moment. Perhaps someday I can. This is the first time I have written of this experience....I will say the struggle continued as I would slip into the darkness and Aimee would pull me back. There was no pain or struggle in the darkness. Aimee talked to me of God's love and my will to live. And the love of those who cared for me. I experienced memories and heard voices of long ago speaking to me. I am here to tell of this that was not a hallucination, but a real visitation by Angels, especially one named Aimee, who came to me when I had given up and took my hand and walked with me through the valley of death and brought me to the living on this side of that valley. I am here today because Angels walk among us. I have been reborn and I am a better person for it. As a footnote, my team of doctors, except for one who continued to try, had stepped back from my body and pronouced me dead. To this day, each time they see me they hug me and still say in disbelief that I am "Their Miracle Baby".... They just don't know how correct they are. And oh, yes, I had the registry search for any nurses who might work there by the name of Aimee...and there was not, nor never had been...... Thank you for reading this.... SandPiper...

Shivers!! I've never told this to anyone, at least not in all seriousness, that my angel's name is Alyssa. Mary

Thank you for sharing, SandPiper. Your's is a truly beautiful experience. We never know for sure the "why." I'm glad you survived the 'valley.'

Hi, Moby...Alyssa probably has her hands full with you, eh? :-)

~julie~

Yes, she centainly does! ;) With me always.

Thanks ya'll for your replies and yes, I know mine is with me also......

I have only known one and her image will eternally be embedded in my mind. I see her face and her smile every day of my life.

I have read the book Angels written by Billy Graham it has lots of great stories too. A friend of mine had a near death experience and speaks of a woman in flowing white coming into her hospital room. I have never seen one but I did have a near car wreck. A person pulled out in front of me. I was traveling about 55 so to avoid him I went left, my twins were babies in carseats. The diaperbags went flying. I prayed for help and my car was instantly back upon the road. My neighbor saw the close call and could not explain it. He thought the car was turning over. I was driving on two wheels on a steep inbankment.
He was preparing to come and assist. He even said a angel must have been
watching over us.

Thank you all for your angel stories. I have been depressed and needed them so much today.
I know my Mom is in heaven w her angel, and w my Dad.

Jay (smooth)

Hang in there, the storm will pass. (so will Frances.)

*Angels* do come in physical forms! And are 'visible' only to those who have had a good, honest life. Let me quote a couple of incidents.

In 1969, [I was young at the time] my cousin [a famous cricketer who had played for the country] had met with an most unfortunate road accident [that made him miss the Australian tour with the Indian team]. He was on his scooter [remember those were days when there was hardly any traffic] moving at normal speed. A bus or truck lost its huge wheel somehow and that moving wheel hit to topple him off his scooter. He suffered a broken jaw and many injuries. He was in hospital [I remember him lying on the bed near a window in the general ward]. It seems he was fighting for life for a short period. His mother was at his side and she noticed at that critical minutes, a crow was shouting with an unusual sound and whatever they did to shoo it away, it would never budge! It was very unusual for a crow to do like that. After sometime, it seems he turned the corner and recovered nicely. His parents [great beleivers in God] credit the crow's action [angel as we discuss here] to be what saved the life. It might not have done anything worthwhile on the physical plane, but it is beleived to have done in the form of an angel through the mental/supernatural plane. My g-mother used to narrate this incident often whenever such topics arose on casual chats in the family.

The other thing was with my father [now no more]. It was in 1978. He was having cardiac asthma and it got aggravated one afternoon [Sunday] and there was one old man opposite our house who owned a car [those were still the days when Ambulances were not in too much vogue - the Govt. hospital had only one]. He was kind enough to take my father and my mother along with in his car to the Doctor. They went there and his condition was so bad that his body had become blue and he directed him to get admitted to the hospital immediately. So, on the way, he wanted the windows to be opened as he felt suffocated and was gasping for breath. The breeze entering the car made him a lot better and the blueness disappeared when the body got oxygen. When he was admitted to the hospital, he was miraculously saved and was reasonably comfortable, though some damage was done to his heart. He revovered in a month and came home. Again next year, he was in hospital for the same problem and his body had become blue. Doctors were finding difficult to find his vein to administer IV medication on emergency. We were all losing hopes and the doctors too hinted it. Suddenly, *like an angel*, another doctor who was passing by, entered the scene and managed to get one of the veins in the foot and lo and behold, within minutes, he felt comfortable. Life was again saved. He lived for 2 more years after that. He was having a great will power and was completely aware of the goings-on every second. His will power is what saved him and kept him alive as long as it did.

He never harmed anybody in life, cheated anybody, told lies, was honest, sincere, affectionate, good humoured, helpful person on whom none had any negative qualities to point out. Don't you think *angels* will always be around those, esp. in times of distress ... and will help those with 'desirable qualities'? Call it Angel, God or Guru ... all are the same.

There are so many verses in the Bible about angels, but my favorite is Psalms 91:11
also mention in Mat.4:6 and Luke 4.10

It was approx. 1970, a time before cable TV, when you used to have an antenna on your roof usually strapped around your chimney. It was a blusterly day when a gust of wind caught me by surprise and knocked me off balance and I started to fall backwards. I knew there was no way to save myself and remembered to relax the body to ease the fall. As I was falling backwards and completely off balance, I felt two very strong but gentle hands on each of my shoulders firmly pushing me back to safety. No one really believed my story when I told them and they still don't to this day but I recognized the feel of those big strong hands and know it was my Dad who died in 1964.

Hi Tplant.....I believe you. Many who have never had such an experience can't believe. And I think they don't want to believe! I have had so many experiences over my life that I should write a book. I am going to post a photo here that ya'll will find very interesting and I would like for ya'll to give me your opinion of this photo. I am an ameteur photographer and was taking pictures of the bubbles in my garden fountain. When I d/l this photo, I could not believe my eyes at the reflection I saw in the bubble. No one has been able to give me a satisfactory answer, because I already know whose image I captured "unaware" in that bubble. I was the only one in the yard and no one was standing behind me..that I was aware of. I did not retouch or manipulate this image in any way. It is what it is. Could I get some feedback from this thread as to "'who" or "what" this image is? I believe it to be my Guardian Angel looking up Heavenward.... Thanks. The Title of the photo is "Angel in the Bubble".... SandPiper