posted on Jan, 11 2013 @ 02:25 AM
Alright, I am going to post something to try and get this thread back on topic.
You asked if anyone had ever had an experience with an angel. Well, I believe I have, more than once. I can't prove any of this, but everything I
am telling you is the truth. The subjective parts, you can judge for yourself.
When I was in high school (way back in the dark ages), I spent the night, along with another friend, at the home of a third friend. The three of us
decided at one point to go out walking in the neighborhood. It was a pretty quiet area, and with three of us, we felt fairly safe. Well, we walked
here and there, down the various streets. We passed a large dog (pretty sure it was a shepherd) a couple of times, and he barked at us each time.
According to the friend that lived in that area, that was normal for him, and he always barked at people passing his house. After awhile, on one
street, we all started feeling very uneasy, as though we were watched, and threatened in some fashion. At that point, on the street, I heard,
clearly, what sounded like dog feet on the pavement. The sound was coming towards us, but the wind blew the other direction. Both friends looked
behind, as I did, but the other two said they heard nothing. They looked for the feeling of threat we were all getting. Well, spooked, as there was
no dog there (and no place one could have hidden so quickly), we hurried on, planning to head back to the house. We turned a corner, and came to a
place where that road ended, and you had to turn right on another street. At that ending, things got bad. All three of us froze, facing the vacant
lot that was there. The threat was very focused, and it was directly in front of us now. Something bad, something evil. I could not see anything,
but I felt it. One of my friends had an even more terrified look on her face than I or the other friend did. Later, she told us she saw what looked
like a "hell hound", with two heads. In any case, were were all terrified, and finally broke the paralysis, and took off to the right, down the
street, in order to get back to her house quickly. We were so shaken up when we got there, we didn't all go inside right away. The friend that
lived there started reciting Bible verses. The "thing" was close, having pursued us (you could feel that SO clearly). With every verse, we felt it
retreat. Call that subjective, but all of us felt it. After we were a little calmer, at least breathing evenly, we went inside. The "thing" was
still around. The one friend grabbed her Bible, and found another one for the second friend (or, she might have had her own; can't recall 100% whose
she held). I was handed a small cross, made of something like white marble or mother of pearl. Very pretty thing. We prayed, and asked God to
protect us from this evil thing outside. After a little of this, I felt heat in my hand, where I was holding the cross. Extreme heat, that did not
burn. I opened my hand, and the cross was radiating a beautiful white light, more pure than I can describe. I directed the attention of both friends
to this, and we all believed this was God showing us that we were not alone, and that He would keep us safe. The threat retreated. Later, as we
slept, there was (we all saw it) a beautiful white glow in a corner, beside the front door. We believed that God sent an angel to guard us from the
thing. Later, the friend's brother, and a friend of his, showed up. They had been camping in nearby woods, and told us (not having heard anything
of our own story) that they came back because some "animal" was menacing their camp, even though they had a fire. They were pretty shocked to hear
what we had to share. Well, that is one time I believe there was an angel sent. A protecting sort. Visible (or the light of it, anyway) to reassure
us, and show us that He would keep us safe from evil spirits.
When I was pregnant with my third, we had a big scare. I had lost two prior to that, from early miscarriage, so we were understandably on edge,
wondering if this one would make it. When spotting started, I feared the worst. We rushed to the emergency room, to find out what was happening. I
was sent to the triage area, then immediately to a room, which left my husband in the waiting area. Sitting there alone, all I could do was pray.
So, I did, and very soon, I felt the clear presence of two others in the room with me. No one was visible, but they were there. Still not knowing
what was happening, I nonetheless felt reassured. Protected. They finally brought my husband back, and we had an early ultrasound done. All was
well with the baby, and you could see her heart beating. Beautiful sight, I can tell you! That was about 5-6 weeks along. The issue was a low
placenta. I firmly believe that God sent two angels that night; one to protect each of us, myself and the baby, from any harm.