Angels are everywhere you look, especially at the Christmas season — on holiday cards, wrapping paper, gifts and store displays. Some people will tell you, however, that the presence of angels is much more tangible, unexplained and more more miraculous than most of us realize. Read their true stories of angelic encounters and decide for yourself.
It was the day before I was to start my junior year of high school. It was a beautiful day outside, but I was too busy feeling sorry for myself to notice. We didn’t have much money. Everything I earned I gave to my parents. Just once I wanted a new dress for the first day of school. I was pacing in my room feeling very depressed. Then I heard a voice say, “Why do you fret so? Remember the lilies of the fields. Are you not more important than they?”
Calming and Beautiful Presence
took place when I was 14. I was pretty much neglected by my single mom, who had problems of her own and could not give me the love and nurturing every child deserves. I was pretty much fending for myself and found myself wandering some dark streets around 11 p.m., alone and frightened.
I had no idea where I was and was afraid of being raped (as I had been before) or hurt in some other way. My “friends” had abandoned me and left me to find my own way home (I was miles away with no money). I had my 10-speed bike with me, which I couldn’t actually ride (I was intoxicated), and I was at a rare moment where I was feeling very vulnerable. (I was usually pretty self-sufficient and strong for a child and never asked help from anyone.) But I was very afraid. I had a strong feeling that if I didn’t get some help soon, I would be in a very bad situation. I guess I prayed. Soon after this thought, I saw a brightly illuminated, smiling young man emerge from one of the darkened, sleeping houses on this lonely street.
As time progressed, and my patient declined toward her end, the figure appeared more and more regularly. I told some colleagues about it and they laughed, saying that I had an over-active imagination. Each day, I would look through the window and if the figure was there, and I would wave a greeting.
who waited to escort her away from this life to a place of peace and happiness. — M. Seddon
Alive for Now
guardian angel showed himself in a real body. When I was in grade seven, the first boyfriend I had ever had died. It took me by surprise and sent me into a hole of depression that I could hardly ever be dragged out of. In the ninth grade, I was sexually assaulted by a guy I thought was a friend. That just further added to my sadness, and that night I tried to commit suicide. My best friend, who I have known since about grade two, came to the realization that I needed help. He told me that life would eventually get better, even if it was very bad at the time. He came to prove it to me later on. We became better friends than we ever had been. We are able now to read each other’s thoughts.
, “Sadie” and daddy keeping a close eye on them. I proceeded to start moving the old mattress down the stairs when I slipped and lost my footing.
I began to fall. Thousands of thoughts raced through my mind in that split second. “What will happen if I break my leg or worse?” I said, “Please, dear God, help me. Send me an angel.” Well, I got not just one, but two. I felt two strong, masculine arms grab me and reach under my arms and pull me up, and I felt a second set of hands grab my ankles and push me firmly back on the stairs. Then I looked and, lo and behold, the mattress was at the bottom of the stairs placed neatly and upright against the wall.
” angels. He informed me it was Michael who grabbed under my arms and Uriel who grabbed my ankles. — Kristy
Healed by an Angel
An elderly African-American gentleman tapped me on the shoulder. He was wearing a brown raincoat and hat, and had a Bible tucked under his arm. “May I pray for him?” he asked. I just nodded my head mutely. He placed his hand on my son’s head and prayed quietly for a few minutes. When he was done, my son stopped crying. I gave my son a big hug and turned around to thank the gentleman… but he was gone. I quickly searched the aisles to find the man, but he was nowhere. He had disappeared into thin air. I had my son X-rayed the next day and he turned out to be fine… thanks to my guardian angel. — Myrna B.
Many years ago, I was driving some children, along with my daughter, to school. As I pulled up across the street from the entrance (as so many cars were pulling in the driveway), I got out and helped them all across the street, not realizing I had closed and locked my door. Frantic, I tried every door, but to no avail. I ran into the school to get a coat hanger and ran out to the car, which by now was idling very fast. I remember saying, “Oh, dear God, help me please!”
I know it was an angel — my guardian angel, I think, and I will never think anything else as long as I live. Other people have told me the same thing on encountering an angel; they just disappear, some never saying a word and others talk a little and do their work and are gone in a second. — Patricia N.
When I was a little girl of four years, my mother decided to take a night job. She usually stayed home with my six-year-old brother and me. My father was a cross-country truck driver and my mother was frequently on her own with us two. My mother was a beautiful, but fragile blue-eyed lady with long, soft blond hair. I describe her because her description is important in this story. Mom found a babysitter and, feeling a bit apprehensive, went to work one evening. She hated leaving us, but we need the extra income.
As I lay in my bed, I looked toward the hallway, and in the doorway stood my mother. I could see her long blond hair and the concern in her eyes. She said something soothing — I can’t remember the exact words — and she came over to the bed, took me in her arms and rocked me to sleep. I remember feeling so secure and safe in her arms. In the morning I could hear my mother rattling around in the kitchen. I got up and went down to greet her, still feeling secure and safe.
I was living in a small town in Texas. To unwind after work, I would always take a drive out in the country, traveling mostly on back roads. This activity was heightened in the summer months when I could watch the many mighty thunderstorms pass through the area. One evening I was heading west toward the sunset (unsurpassed in Texas) with a weak thunderstorm moving in just north of the setting sun.
Blue Angel in the Wall
I learned early on to try my best not to make any noise while the TV was on, or not make any noise so I wouldn’t get into any more trouble. I remember sitting directly in front of a wall, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of the wall. I felt like I was being pulled into place and held in front of the wall. I had been staring at it awhile when I saw a figure in the wall. I was seeing a man’s face, shoulders and wings in the background. Every part of him I was seeing had a light bluish tint to it. He had a very pretty face, like he was in his 20s. His eyes were a darker shade of blue than the rest of him, and he had medium-long hair flowing around him.
, and when he giggled his wings fluttered up and down. I couldn’t talk much or understand many words, but he “told” me — like he sent a message directly into my mind — that
. Then my mom snatched me up and we went home. I’ve been in my angel’s presence many times. Once when I was hiding from my mom in my locked room (the lock was eventually torn off by my father), I was crying on my bed with my back to the door.
I felt a warm breeze over my shoulder and I “heard” very clearly in my mind my name, spoken by a man’s voice. I sat up and turned right around and saw only a light bluish glow fading away. I know my angel was in my room with me trying to talk to me. If I hadn’t turned around, I believe he would have said more. My angel has also helped me discover my past lives. I don’t know exactly how, but I know exactly what song was on the radio, and what part of the song it was on. Since the radio was on, I think I died in a car crash.
Angel at My Bedside
, I was aroused by three very gentle tugs of my bed covers by the foot area of the bed. I had my bed covers up around my neck, which is how I always sleep. I did not awaken, but was aware of something. I guess I fell back to sleep, but the same three gentle tugs came again. I again was aroused, but again did not open my eyes.
The third time the tugging happened, I was aroused enough to turn around to my right and open my eyes. What I saw was the most beautiful man standing, now away from my bed, by the side of my bedroom wall. A white light surrounded him from head to foot. All I could see of his skin were his hands and face, which were a dark bronze color. He was not looking at or facing me now but was facing my open living room door. As I stared at him, I took in his garment. He was wearing the most beautiful long white robe. He had a sash around his waist of the same color, but about six inches high. The white robe was a color white that I remember as so beautiful that I had never seen such a beautiful cloth before. He had a white turban wrapped around his head, which covered all hair. He stood very straight and his arms were straight down by his side.
At this point, I do not know how he got from the wall to the side of my bed, but somehow he was right there. He reached out his mighty arms as he bent over coming down, as if he were going to pick me up – which is exactly what he did. All of a sudden, I was cradled in his arms, but I now felt as if I was just a little baby, cradled in the arms of her mother, wrapped in a warm blanket. Then I heard a noise that sounded like a whizzing sound, and we were moving in that sound. Then we were standing on a very rich and beautiful earth, which somehow I could seem to feel with what seemed now to be bare feet. We were in what seemed like a marketplace of some kind.
He answered, “You don’t need money here. Everything is free.” At this point, I remember hearing that same whizzing sound and we again seemed to be moving at a great speed. Now we were again standing by the same side of my bed. He very slowly began to lean over, with me in his arms, again feeling like a child cradled in a warm blanket. He leaned over and carefully and very gently placed me back into my body. I could now feel my body in the bed, and he was gone.