Touched by an Angel ?

Many years ago I had a an experience that I've never been able to explain.

I was living in London at the time, and was unfortunate enough to have my car stolen. I was a young man, and that car even though old and tired, was everything to me.

The following morning I awoke with the conviction that I could find the vehicle, I don't know why, I just did.

I spent the morning walking many miles around the area I lived, and after several hours of fruitlessly searching, decided I had been a fool, and started to retrace my steps back home.

Almost immediately I came across an old women dressed in black from head to toe. she appeared to be in some kind of distress. So I stopped and asked if she was alright. She proceeded to tell me an outlandish story which I won't bore you with, but I was under the impression she was probably suffering from dementia or senility. She wanted me to take her to the local Fire Station where she believed the issues in the story she had told me could be resolved. It made no sense at all but she seemed to think that was the best thing to do, so I again retraced my route and escorted her to the Fire Hall.

When we arrived, she took hold of my hand, looked me straight in the eye and said.

"I know your looking for something, and I promise you will find it"

I had not given her a hint of what I was up to, so the comment surprised me to say the least.
I left her at the door of the station and walked away, choosing to take a different route home.

One block from where I left her, my car appeared, sitting in a side street. I quickly checked it out and on an impulse decided to go back to the Fire station to offer the old lady a ride back to where ever she had come from.

I couldn't find her, and when I asked the firemen if they knew where she was, they told me they knew nothing about a little old lady and none of them had seen her.

Coincidence? Probably. Touched by an Angel ? I don't know, but it sure felt like it.

Does anyone else have any similar stories, I'd be interested to hear them.

Seeker....I was not fortunate enough to have an actual, physical person help me out such as you but I did have a cool experience when I was a teenager.

I was 16 and had just got my driver's license. I borrowed my brother's new car to go to a friend's house in a neighboring county. I had never, ever worn a seat belt before. As 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.

As for the voice, I can't say what it was exactly. Guardian angel, spirit guide, too many left-handed cigarettes.....who knows?

Hi sdp333.

I hope it wasn't at night. That would have scared the willies out of me.

I can just picture looking in the rearview mirror and praying that you don't see something sitting in the back. YIKES!

I'am curious, was the voice male or female, and did it frighten you ?

Thanks for the response.
Seeker.

No, I wasn't scared by the voice but the body-jarring crash against an unmovable object at 45 miles per hour did make my heart race a bit.

I really could not say what gender it was.......only that I'm here to tell about it! I had actually forgotten about the whole event until I read this thread.

Originally posted by sdp333
No, I wasn't scared by the voice but the body-jarring crash against an unmovable object at 45 miles per hour did make my heart race a bit.

I bet it did.

Life goes on, and I'am glad your still here to share it.

It's a funny old world isn't it.

This is my friend's story. It happened to him, and he told it to me directly. He drives a big rig truck - 18 wheeler. If you already don't know, these big trucks you see on the road everywhere have air breaks. They need 500 feet to come to a complete full stop driving at 55 mph. Safety tip, never pull in front of a semi-truck, and either slow way down or practically slam on your breaks. You may end up dead. That is on their top 5 pet peeve list that people driving cars do.

Back to the story. He is at the top of a mountain, with an extremely steep grade. Weather conditions snowy, and dangerous. The mountain is on one side, and a steep cliff is on the other side. It is a long way down to get to the bottom. He has to use his air breaks in a way so that he will have breaks left at the bottom of the mountain.

He starts down. Using his best and trying to stay in control. About half way down, he his breaks quit working. His truck is picking up momentum. He is going faster and faster, and is scared. He uses his CB to try to radio for help. He doesn't hear anyone. He has not seen anyone come up the mountain. He is practically out of control by now going much faster than he cares to think. He is thinking he is going to die.

Next thing he knows he sees a truck in front of him, and someone saying they will help on the CB. The guy says that he will be all right. He is in the truck in front of him, and will match his speed. If he needs to, ram into the back of his trailer. He was comforted by that some, and found out that the truck never pulled away or got any closer.

First in the trucking industry, no one in their right mind would offer another trucker to ram into the back of their trailer. An accident like that could cost that trucker no matter who's fault it was. You are also talking 1000's dollars worth of damage. Second, I thought it was strange how the truck in front seemed to always know the exact speed of the truck that was behind him.

They did make it down the mountain safely. Both trucks stopped on the side of the road. The other trucker knocked on the door wanting to talk to my friend. My friend thanked him, and asked to wait a couple minutes while he changed his pants. I think you know why they needed changed by this time. The other trucker said ok.

When he came out to talk to the other trucker, the truck was gone. My friend said there was only one road. There were not any side roads or truck stops for several miles. He got in his truck and on the CB, trying to get in contact with the other trucker. Then he saw another truck driving towards him. That truck said he hasen't seen any trucks for the past couple of miles.

My friend to this day always says that was his gaurdian angel. He wishes that he would have waited to change his pants and talked to the trucker.

My husband has had a very close call that turned his trainer white as a ghost. Something prompted me to start praying hard at the time. I didn't know why until later. My husband said he ran into a whiteout where the roads all of the sudden changed into ice.

There is nothing much he can do. He was trying to ride the side of the road some to help try to slow the truck down. There was a truck in front of him going much slower. This was a two lane road. There wasen't enough room to get around on the right. With hardly any traction, they thought they were going to hit. The trainer stayed calm enough not to grab the wheel.

My husband did his best to steer into the other lane. He said it was more like sliding into the other lane. His trainer just kept seeing the back of the other trailer getting bigger, bigger, and bigger. He somehow straightned out the truck without hitting the other truck. He shot past the other truck, and back into his lane before he saw any oncoming traffic on this two lane road.

He finally got the truck stopped, and both of them were shaking. To this day, he says it was my prayers and God's hands on that truck that they are alive and didn't hit the other truck. It was a miracle that there was no on coming traffic either.

How I know why I was praying, is that what prompted me to pray left right before my phone rang. His trainer let my husband use his cell phone to call me. That is before we were ableto get our own cell phones. I talked to my husband and his trainer, and all I can say is thank you Jesus for keeping them safe on the road.

Wow!

Two great stories. I have always thought that when your times up, it's up!

I wonder if when your time here on earth is being brought to an end before it should, that unseen hands take over to steer you past the horror.

I take comfort from your words, and wish you all the best.

In 1994 I took my wife & daughter to the mall to return some Christmas gifts. I was waiting in the car. For some reason I had the windows up & the doors locked even though it was a very nice cool morning. The next thing I knew, some guy had tugged on the door handle & when it did not open started banging on the roof for me to open the door. Portable mobile phones had just became available & I looked down to dial 911. I looked back at him just in time to see him lpoint a handgun level with my temple & pull the trigger about 2 feet from the window. I was as surprised as he when the bullet did not penetrate the window. I think perhaps some lead splattered him as he took off & looked injured. My wife & daughter were just coming out of the mall front entrance as he fled. I had the car started & got out & screamed at them to get in the car. They were stunned as I am not the kind of person to raise my voice or get excited. After I stammered out what happened, they both began to cry. I am quite familiar with guns & to this day cannot explain why the bullet did not break the glass & leave me injured or more likely dead. I credit God's hand or my guardian angel in saving me , as since then I have accomplished much with his help to put my family in a better position if I were to no longer be with them. I tell people now that "yes I have a guardian angel & he has a hole in his hand."

Originally posted by mizzu
"yes I have a guardian angel & he has a hole in his hand."

Now that is one chilling story.

I hope one day you get to shake that hand with the hole in it.

It really makes you think doesn't it.

I have no idea how hard it is to shatter a car window with a bullet, but to me it's totally unexplainable.

Thanks for your input mizzu.

Thank you.

I don't believe when your time is up that it is up. There are too many near death exeriences I have read where the person was told they need to return. Others were given a choice, they choose to go back for family.

In my husband's case, he always told me that God told him he would become a pastor. This was before we met, and hasen't happened. The weird thing was I was praying for him about his job. He has been off and on jobs alot. I swear I heard a voice that sounded almost like it was talking in my ear, but it was in my head loud and clear as a bell.

What was told to me that he will stay in his current job for awhile, until it is time for my husband to do God's work. When it is time for my husband to do his work, that he will be ready.

Actually you could say I needed what was told to me. I feared he would loose his job again. I also feared that my husband would try to step out and do what he felt God called him to do without being ready. My husband even told me that he wasen't ready, but also felt like he wasen't where he was suppose to be. Maybe that was just as much for him as was for me.

I do hold on to the fact that God has a plan and purpose for your life. I'm really starting to believe that he will not let anyone pass on until His plan for them is complete, or at least to the point where God has someone else to step in who can complete it. Some of us do go before the time is right, but when He needs you, you're staying.

[edit on 4-4-2007 by Mystery_Lady]

aaa man thats so COOL!ur one of the little people to experience such an adventure
i once was saved by some force...i dont know angel or some grand grand parents from the sky watching me and protecting me...i dont know what saved me but im happy
i was walkin on the street..it was greenlght and the cars were at stop next to me...but there was this bus and i didnt see the lane after it if it was clear...i was running slow and at the moment i run before the truck my field of vision expanded and the line was i about to run throw....a fast car was speeding....i couldnt see it couse the truck and the other cars were bloking my field of vision so i didnt know whats on the last lane of the road...so i run i pass the lane with the truck and when im about to set food on the last lane i didnt remember if i actualy saw the car comin...but some force paralyzed me on the second...i was runing and at one moment...complete stop...then this speeding car passed infront of me like 1 santimeter away...one more foot and i could have been dead....so im gratefull that someone out there kinda pushed me and holden me...it all happend for like 1-2 secs....and i dont think i have the reflexes to stop that fast and react that fast alone ...maybe just luck....but i think its something more...

the cool thing i read about guardin angel is there the complete oposite of you....if ur a boy with dark brown hair like me....then the guardian angel is a blonde girl...thank u guardian angel ....actualy gotta find a blonde girl....having a girl that looks like ur guardian angel sounds cool

Originally posted by sdp333
Seeker....I was not fortunate enough to have an actual, physical person help me out such as you but I did have a cool experience when I was a teenager.

I was 16 and had just got my driver's license. I borrowed my brother's new car to go to a friend's house in a neighboring county. I had never, ever worn a seat belt before. As 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.

As for the voice, I can't say what it was exactly. Guardian angel, spirit guide, too many left-handed cigarettes.....who knows?

LOL you evidently can't drive then. How did you pass your driving test if you have never worn a seat belt, because thats an instant fail.
Also i know American cars cant go around corners properly, but it sounds like you crashed on a straight road WTF LOL

Sorry my story isn't as exciting but I do believe I also was "touched by an angel". My mother past away when I was 22 and my biggest regret was that I didn't get a chance to talk to her before she past, or say goodbye. Any way, a year after I was at a beach party, put on by some friends, and this woman walked up to me and said "Are you.....[name]. Marie's daughter? I said yes, "Do I know you?" She said no that we had never met but she was a friend of my mother's and that my mother had told her how proud she was of me. And then she walked away. I turned around to ask her more but she was gone. I enquired to others at the party and gave her description but no one had seen her. This really freaked me out as my mother was quite introverted and ill for some years before she died and I knew all of her friends. I believe she sent a message to me because I was so upset after her passing.

Many years ago I was taking a "religious" friend WAY up bush (I live in Australia) and as anyone knows, its a BIG country and distances can be quite large to travel.

So we where in the middle of the snowy mountains just inside the New South Wales border when we got a flat tire.
I've changed a few flats in my time and though its a hassle, I knew it would add only half an hour to the trip. WRONG!

I dont know why, but for the life of me I could not get a single wheel nut to loosen. I tried everything, body weight with my foot, you name it they just wouldn't move.
By this stage darkness was creeping up and she looked a little worried and asked me if we should pray for help. Being a guy and all, that was NOT something I was keen on doing, geez its only a flat tire.

So she prayed without me and I stomped around cursing the damn car, the damn tire nuts, the damn tire lever ....

About 10 minutes later this car came from nowhere. A tall blonde guy got out walked over and asked if I needed a hand.

This is where its gets spooky, because he turned the wheel nuts like they was butter! I was right up close watching him and his hands didn't even look like pressure was applied to them.
After he loosened the nuts I said I could handle the rest myself, he smiled and drove away, the same way as he had come.

Darkness came pretty quick after we got back on the road, so I stopped at this lonely general store for something to eat and drink. (really I just wanted a break from my religious friend who was going on about how God had sent his servant to help us)

Whilst in the general store my friend strikes up a convo with the husband and wife who owned the store and mentions our flat tire.
She tells them about the stranger who stopped to give us a hand.

Next thing they get strange looks on their faces and ask "did he drive a red car?"
We both say yes.

They then begin to tell us we are something like the 100th people whom this strange guy has helped on that road over the years.
They have lived in the area for over 30 years and know everyone in the mountains and no one knows who the blonde guy in the red car is.
Whenever people are in trouble he appears from nowhere, helps them and drives away.

The strange thing I remember about him is 1. he looked too well dressed to be from the hills. Not a farmer or some worker on the land. 2. He had the most bluest eyes I've ever seen. And 3. there was something about him, something I cant put my finger on. He had this "air" about him, a quietness or stillness in his mannerisms, he smiled the whole time and if I could use 1 word to describe him it would be gentle.

An angel ?

I honestly have no idea.

Originally posted by Seeker PI
Many years ago I had a an experience that I've never been able to explain................

Wow.....
What a beautiful story...and you just tell it in a kind of perfect way, that vibrate something in me while reading it.

Mystery Lady:

"I don't believe when your time is up that it is up. There are too many near death experiences I have read where the person was told they need to return. Others were given a choice, they choose to go back for family".

I have read many things that echo what you have said.The world we live in at this moment in time, has become a pretty inhospitable place. What ever the plan is for us, it seems to me that humanity has lost its way.

Personally, if I'am given a choice to stay or go, I'am running as fast as I can into the light.

Unisol:

Keep looking for that blonde haired blue eyed girl, if you are meant to find each other you surely will. Good luck with the search.

AccessDenied :

It's always a regrettable situation when things that should have been said aren't. I'am glad that someone was sent to ease your pain. Those that love us will always love us, and a mothers love is unconditional. I suspect that was what your mum wanted you to know.

Burginthorn:

As they say "There are more things in heaven and earth than we will ever know"

I've always been fascinated by stories such as yours, when the unexplainable repeats itself over and over in a specific location. The fact that he drove back the way he came I find particularly poignant. I've always loved the Aussies, a great race of people, goodonya mate!

blue bird:

Thanks ever so much for your very kind words. I'am just trying to point out that there are realities that effect us that seem to defy logic. I'am humbled by the stories that are being brought to this thread, and hopefully it provides much food for thought.

Thanks again blue bird.

I've been very fortunate, or very blessed, so many times.

Scary one first: With a friend, driving from a town where we'd been holidaying. On country roads, especially at night, you can often travel long distances without seeing another car. It's quite a lonely feeling.

As we drove down a long, straight stretch, we saw the faint lights from a farmhouse off in the distance. As we drew closer, we entered a long curve in the road. Then, reasonably close to the farmhouse lights, we spotted other, smaller lights. As we drew closer, we realised these came from a vehicle's headlights -- but they were facing the wrong way. In other words, their car was stationary on the wrong side of the road.

Driving much more slowly now, we approached the vehicle uncertainly. Had there been an accident? We could see no damage. Then a man with long, lank, greying hair leapt out in front of us, waving his arms.

With the natural confidence and trust of youth and emboldened by the fact the farmhouse was now quite close by (relatively speaking) we stopped our car. In order not to cause an accident should another car come along, we pulled off the road and obeyed the man's gestures to reverse close to his vehicle.

As soon as we had stopped, the man dashed up to my friend's window and leaned low down and looked in at us. His face was illuminated by our dashboard lights. I can still remember him. I instantly had a 'bad' feeling.

Nevertheless, my friend and I smiled and asked what the problem was. The man kept repeating: ' Gas. Gas.' Everything felt suddenly dark and unnatural, but I tried to dismiss the bad feeling I had.

My friend said that he didn't have a can of extra petrol, but the man said he had a can, funnel and length of hose in his car, to siphon some from our vehicle.

My friend, who had a very generous nature, moved to turn off our car's motor.

Suddenly, I was filled with urgency. I yelled, " Drive! Go now! Go! Go! "

It's many years ago, but I can still remember my friend's face as he looked at me in shock. Fortunately he did as I said and didn't hesitate.

Because as we began to pull away, I looked in the mirror attached to the sun-visor on my side of the car, and in the red glow of our car's tail-lights, I saw the man we'd spoken to and another man. And the other man was basically frozen in a crouched position. It was clear he'd been in the process of creeping up to our car with a thick piece of wood in his hands. He was holding it like a bat.

I stared back at them. It all took place in a couple of seconds. Both men were big and strong. Sinewy and desperate looking. They looked wolfish.

As we moved away, their faces contorted in rage. I couldn't hear them, but I could see their mouths moving. They were obviously shouting at us.

My friend had by now checked his rear-vision mirror and he must have seen the same as I, because he looked at me and even though he was usually very confident in his physical strength, he looked scared.

We drove along in silence for a while, still worried that the men might be chasing us in their car. Then, as we relaxed, we discussed the way they'd had their car parked on the wrong side of the road with their lights facing oncoming traffic.

We reached the conclusion, rightly or not, that the men were probably well practised and that one of them distracted their victims while the other one extracted the wood (weapon) from their boot (trunk). Then, when the driver stepped from his car to assist them, they would use the stout length of wood to fell him before proceeding to deal similarly with the passenger, if there was one.

Undoubtedly, their motive would have been robbery and possibly worse. Then, with their vehicle already pointed in the opposite direction to that of their victims, they would swiftly make their getaway. When the police eventually discovered the scene of the crime --- probably some hours later, given the isolation of the location --- the perpetrators would be long gone and it wouldn't occur to the police that they'd headed in the opposite direction to that faced by the victims' car.

I saw my friend again for the first time after many years, and one of the first things he said was: " Do you remember that night? I've never forgotten it. Over the years I've wondered how many others they did the same thing to. We should have reported it to the police. If you hadn't yelled out to me, we could be dead. What tipped you off? "

That night, due to the proximity (approx. half a mile away) of the farmhouse lights, we'd initially believed the stationary car was in some way connected with the farm and this had led us to be less cautious than we may have otherwise been.

Maybe I picked up visual and/or non-verbal cues from the man who leaned in our car's window, and this was what caused me to be wary?

But personally, I believe someone was looking over us that night and after trying several times to alert me to the danger via my 'instincts' (the 'bad' feeling I kept having) finally had no choice but to fill me with urgency so that I yelled to my friend to drive off immediately.

I've never forgotten it: the memory is steeped in an atmosphere of ghastliness. I've always been grateful for the 'help' we received that night and only wish we had reported it, because those men were bad and I dread to think they afterwards selected other victims.

"Something dark this way comes"

Hi Dock 6.

Its great to speak with you again, hope you are keeping well.

I believe evil manifests itself in many ways. Some people are drawn to it, some are ignorant to its presence but are seduced by it. And some it appears to me, love it.

People who have made the right choices recognise this, sometimes on a subconcious level. Be true to your instincts, it's the best tool kit we have. Sometimes we just need a little help to understand how to the use the equipement.

As always, thanks for sharing your experiences with us. I always enjoy your posts.

Cheers!
Seeker.

I'm not sure if this qualifies but here it goes.

When I was 14 or 15 (19 now) I was trying to open my old computer so I could take out parts (for no real reason, but for fun), and I couldn't get it open the way you're supposed to by sliding the case cover off so me, in my infinite wisdom, decide to cut it off with my scuba diving knife. I'm sure you can already see what's going to happen.

All is going well, then bam, knife goes into my leg. I didn't even consciencly register the knife skipping but somehow my body noticed and I managed to only let the knife go in a centimeter or two. I didn't notice until I stood up, or rather, until I couldn't stand up.

Bleeding all over I go downstairs to my mother and she cleans it up and says, "We're going to the hospital." I refused because I have a deadly fear of stitches, but said we'll go tomorrow since doctors can't put stitches in after the wound has been exposed for 24 hours.

I go to sleep, the next morning I wake with my sheets drenched in blood and we go to the ER. 5 hours later I finally get to see a doctor and it turns out that if the wound had been just a .5 to 1 centimeters to left I would have punctured my femeral artery and probably bleed out.

I don't know if it was an act of luck or a guardian spirit that kept me from going over to the left just a bit more or just a bit deeper, but I like to think it's my guardian spirit.