Angels Among Us

[David Sunfellow]

One summer when I was working at A.R.E. Camp in Rural Retreat, Virginia (a summer camp inspired by the readings and work of Edgar Cayce), a friend of mine told me a story about something that had happened to him. I paid close attention because he spoke with such care (and reluctance) that it was clear his experience had deeply moved and shaken him. He told me that he was unloading a truck, all alone, in the middle of the winter. The truck bed was icy and he slipped. As he fell backwards off the truck, which was many feet off the ground, he thought he would be seriously injured when he hit the hard, frozen ground. But as he fell through the air he felt four hands, two on each side, grab hold of him. He didn't see anyone, just felt four firm hands take hold of him and gently lay him on the ground. After collecting himself, he stood up and was shaken to discover he was completely unscathed and unhurt. In the years since, he said he often wondered if four invisible hands really saved him, or if he had imagined the otherworldly rescue.

Do you have any stories you would like to share?

--- David Sunfellow

[FIIISH]

When I was a child, I was hit by a car while on a bicycle. The car
backed over the bike-mangling it under the rear wheels.

I was thrown clear to a patch of grass. Aside from a slight concussion,
I was uninjured-and alive.

I have had numerous other incidences of angelic intervention, but
this is the one that comes to mind immediately.

Some of us are very well cared for. Is it because of who we were
before this life, or who we will be-again? Or both?

[FIIISH]

Well, a more recent example would be:

I relit a grill at a range of 12" from my face and it exploded.

My guardians contained the blast and it stopped just short
of my face and my friend's arm.

Not a hair singed or burned.

I explained what happened to my friend and why we were not seriously injured or dead.

He exhibited denial.

The grill went out again. He relit it this time and another, much smaller explosion occurred.

This time, he lost some of the hair on his hand and sustained a 3rd degree burn.

Needless to say, his doubt is somewhat lessened.

I cannot deny what should have happened vs what actually happened.

Once again, I was snatched from the jaws of injury or death by my ever vigilant
guardians. I guess I had(have?) more work to do.

[Alana Lea]

When I was 18 (that would be nearly 40 years ago), I used to drive the long way from where I was living in Sun Valley, Idaho back home to San Francisco. I thought it was prettier to drive through Nevada and Oregon, so the many extra hours were not a worry, even on a weekend roundtrip.

But on one of those journeys, sleep got the better of me just before sunrise, as I feel asleep behind the wheel of my Peugeot. I awoke to the feeling of my car rolling and landing upside down with the most horrific sound, right on the edge of a cliff. I had been thrown out of the car, landing a few feet away from the edge, yet out of the road that semis roared through. Wondering if I was alive or dead at first, I looked down at my legs and saw my left foot hanging at an odd angle with bones poking out. Somehow I figured out I was still alive, and that alone was a miracle from the looks of the car and the proximity of the cliff.

That foot was a real worry though, until a voice within said "It will heal, I have to Dance." Now this didn't make much sense at the time. Childhood ballet wasn't a priority at that moment, and this idea was coming from so deep inside of me, that it took years to see what it had meant.

It took two surgeries to get the leg working properly, and I was told I'd always have a limp. Yet somehow, that didn't happen, and I found myself nearly 20 years later leading all sorts of people in sacred dance circles - from high-risk kids to people on reservations to clergy to corporate executives. THAT was the dancing my leg was spared for. And even more amazing to me is that nearly 30 years after that accident I took up whirling as a dervish, spinning for long periods of time with full weight on that old injured ankle.

So I look back on that as an intervention - but the Presence was in me rather than outside.

[David Sunfellow]

Wonderful story, Alana. Thank you for sharing it. I don't think we can be reminded enough how closely watched over we are, or that we all have gifts to share and things to do while traveling through this world.

[Patricia Tucker]

"but the Presence was within me rather than outside" Alana, would you describe it as being in the physical, conscious realm but 'like hearing your thoughts and feeling the conviction without fear or doubt''?

Namaste'

Patricia

[Michelle Cook]

I was still teaching school in the late 1990's, but I was no longer in the classroom. I had taken my education to a new level and was hired to be an itinerant teacher of the visually impaired. I drove from school to school in several different counties for about five years. In 1997, my mentor and teacher, was killed in a car accident when she slid on a patch of black ice. She was a beautiful vibrant woman and I was devastated.

I still had to go to work, usually averaging about 500 miles a week. The day school started back up after Christmas, I found out that Virginia had been killed. I drove around in a stunned daze that day and the next. On the third day, I was thinking about my friend, and I flew through a stop sign. I was on an old country farm road that intersected with a major state highway. I sailed through that stop sign going at least fifty. Everything went into slow motion as I realized what had happend.

There were cars coming from both directions and I should have been toast. As I looked at the oncoming cars, I realized that they seemed to be kind hovering at the same distance they were when I first ran in front of them. Someone said "It is time to stop driving." As I neared the other side of the farm road, time began to speed up again. I slid myself to a stop. I laid my head on the steering wheel and cried until I couldn't breathe.

When I came in to the education center the next day, I turned in my notice saying that I would find another way to teach closer to home. I did. Either an Angel or Virginia saved my life that day, and I wasn't about to disregard the message.

[Patricia Tucker]

The Angel was the one that your thought energies were focused on ... Virginia

Angels come to us in many ways and impress a message which is of our choosing to aknowledge or deny.

In August of 1972, 3 vehicles containing myself and several friends were headed to Midland for the long weekend. I was seated behind the driver, Carrot (nicknamed because of his bright orange Afro hair), facing the back of the VW van. We were on a dirt road with 4 foot ditches half filled with rain water. Suddenly, I had a very ominous feeling about him driving. Immediately, I said "Carrot, please pull over and let me drive". He was in mid-sentance of saying "I'm OK to" when we hit a speed sign post and landed on the passenger side in the ditch. Due to my being tense and thrown across the van onto my back, I had to be taken to hospital.

Carrot came into the ER room very upset for causing my injury. These words came from my mouth but not my mind. I quietly said "Carrot, please promise me that you won't drink or smoke then get behind the wheel of a car. If you do, I won't see you again"

Carrot kept that promise until 6 months later. He and 3 other friends went out drinking and Butch was supposed to be the designated driver. All of them proceeded to get impaired and decided that Carrot was the most sober and he should drive. They met a pick-up truck head on, 2 escaped serious injury, Butch is a quadrapalegic and Carrot was in a coma for 3 days prior to passing on. I was so angry with him for not heeding the warning that I wouldn't go to the hospital or his funeral.

In 1983, I visited a Spiritualist while in a crazy time of my life. She described one who had passed on and had a message for me. She said that his hand was laid on my right shoulder, he had big orange hair and he was smiling fondly at me. His message was "Don't get crazy like me. You are needed to assist"

That was when I finally understood and forgave Carrot and myself. I then brought forget-me-nots to his grave site.