Angel Stories

There are a certain class of angels called "Transporters" that transport immature spirits around the universe that haven't reached Paradise yet and become full fledged spirits capable of autonomously travelling Creation yet. In short, these angels have a transport pod with 2 sets of covers that when opened look like 4 wings. When closed it's streamlined like a torpedo. Think of something like a butterfly cocoon. Similar idea.

Anyway, somebody long ago saw such a transporter in the process of loading and so assumed all angels have actual wings. They don't unless you can observe their energy emanations which could appear as such. That's the origin of the wing myth. Angels travel by energy.

Source is angels in the Urantia book and there are a vast variety of them. - [link to www.urantia.org (secure)]

Last Edited by WhiteFly on 03/24/2021 04:29 PM

this will be removed unless you come clean..with the actual story.

Even Johnny Cash later in life met the shining ones lol

your bible is only one book.. those other traditions have angel stories too. your bible is not the word of God and its stories cover only one tiny portion of this world.. the middle east.

Ah, Dawn. I was a 'mod/scooter boy' growing up. I had a lot of enemies in the 'rocker' community. So walking late one night a wee bit tipsy. It was a dark road...a bunch of those rockers drove by and I could see their car turning around. I was going to take a shit kicking. 'Dawn' and her car appeared out of nowhere, she picked me up with uber-haste and said 'get in, otherwise you will be shit kicked'.

So she drove me around and was the most gracious of drivers. I had a hard time looking at her, she was being 'digitally altered' as we drove. She gave off a certain type of light but her visage was 'morphing' (hard to speak in the language of Angels that is not Enochian). She offered me smokes, had a swig of whisky and she took me home. This is in Brantford Ontario.

A year later I was at work, big storm coming in (back when Southern Ontario was still in the jet stream and we got epic snowfall). She came again, with the offer of a lift, a sammich a smoke and a beer. She saved me again and dropped me off at home. Then, when I moved out West she showed up once again. I, slept with her, I used to be a male-slut, no longer. The only difference was that she was a redhead out West, but blonde in Ontario.

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I had taken a job to take 1 gram of hash over the border. WHen I found out that I had to deal with corrupt RCMP officers I declined. 'Dawn' came to my house. In her splendid red hair. She paid me the 5k I was supposed to get for doing the job, seduced me, and told me to avoid being a smuggler. We had a very, very, very long night. Never saw her again. SHe said she was going back to Ontario and that it was the last time she could help me through my follies. 3 times, 3 saves.

Dawns face...odd how stuff works.

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The singers face...she morphed like that.

35 seconds in.

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:Thankyou 2: have you any feeling you know her from a previous life or anything? the story is intriguing me for personal reasons around the morphing...

Per the Lance story above...many beings can morph and show up in a morphed car too.. or a real one. As you grow your skills in your eternal journey you will learn to do that sort of stuff WITH YOUR MIND. Just manifest a temporary car .. or whatever... and lower the body vibration which creates the morphing...

Nope. No previous lives. I have cognition about a previous life (long story, here [link to www.honorstates.org (secure)] On November 17th 1965 Lance died. But Dawn was a morphing thing from another plane of existence.

I'm really not sure what the difference between a guide and an angel is. So please bear with me, because not a firm believer in special angel types, more in light being or higher grade Good Family that assists, heals, helps, intercedes. But mysteries exist.


Years ago, was driving an aquaintance/friend, he was down and out, alcoholic, lived with his father and did yard work. His father had a landscaping company and did winter painting for businesses and made a good income. We called him Timber because he would pass out drunk. He was a friends roommate's drinking buddy, with a heart of gold, who would sense when you were anxious or in a bad state, and would show up and put on Fleetwood Mac and give you a drink, even though I rarely drink, and just hug you and tell you to talk.

So I was driving him for landmowing jobs because his dad was out of town, and barely had gas to do this. But wanted to help him out a bit. Younger kids in the back seat.

He was counting out change to see if he could throw in 3 dollars for gas.

We were at the gas station, and suddenly it came to me, that an Angel was there, and I kept ducking down to try and see the man talking to Timber.

This man filled up my tank of gas!

And when Timber got in the vehicle, he said he thought he was an angel too!

And that was not even for a sober, upright, kind of person. More the down and out bare foot type laborer.

Couldn't see him afterwards, its like he vanished.



Speaking of down and out types, again with my friend and her roommate, he is old bushman, and would often take off and build little stick huts and campsites, he was kind of a survivor, very quiet but was the companion of many others like him.

And before he lost his liscence, alcohol, he and his buddies went up in the woods, drinking and driving and finally got lost, backed up to set up camp in the truck and hit a tree.

Next morning, it turned out that was the only tree in a ravine/cliff.

That tree saved their lives.


My friend told me, God watches drunks and fools. She was really being sarcastic and in a bad mood when she said this.


But its actually true.



That was just one of many odd experiences. That one at the gas pump, fit the bill of a human type angel that vanishes.

The second experience, don't understand it to this day. But was rescued by an angel. And my son also picked up what was happening.

Similar to ET type abductions, in a sense, ie 3 times a week, which is common with greys, for several months. But it was before I was awake about anything in our lives, and doing a lot of biblical and also various scrolls that had been found, the gnostic records as well. Had a computer for a few years.

When suddenly 3 times a week, someone I would only be able to call lucifer or some classic bad type, would show up after day or night, usually day, all my energy was taken and would suddenly be pulled into sleep on the couch, even in the bathtub. And he was dark haired, curls, wore a black leather blazer, had a book and was the judge. And would pull me to a lower cave like dimension. So would use a light sword and had been watching kids animes, so copied them in my mind and kept waking up after trying to convince these beings, kind of orcish or like the statues on castles, to wake up, change their minds and ask for help to go home.

Kept happening. In the tub I forced it to stop and my computer downstairs hit the floor, and a fight broke out.

My son told me that a man with dark curls and a hooded robe, with a book of law, who was like a judge, was in my bedroom.

He sensed him. And he saw him. Edit to add this, never told anyone what was happening. Was nearly having a breakdown over it but was keeping this from the kids, they already thought the townhouse was haunted, strange things happened in that place. My son just pulled me aside and told me that, and called this man the judge.


After 3 months losing energy. Not sure if I was being taken astrally, what was happening, searching on the computer for fallen angels and ancient biblical, pre biblical types. Couldn't figure out what was happening and if I was going insane. Except for my son, that was very odd that he sensed this too.


The last time it happened, was chained to a wall. And was too tired to try to break away or shine light.

Was so drained that this enormous Angel. I called him Michael, have no idea if this was Michael, just that is what came to me.

He didn't speak but communicated with the being that this was too much and violated free will. I had already seen rows of angels down there as if it was a stadium lining the sides of a bowl like cave and asked for help and they said, you're doing just fine. This time, too tired.

He turned his head and told me to climb up on his back and I was tiny and just did as he said and as soon as I touched him, pure joy and happiness and love like the entire fabric of what we call heaven, flooded me, so I woke up in my bed and it never happened again.

To this day, don't know what that was. It was before events woke me up. And roughly the year would be 2006 around then, give or take a year.

And this is real, it was a real event, took months, was witnessed at one point by my son, made no sense. Have never heard about something like that from another account, it just sits on a shelf until I glean extra information somewhere to make sense of it.

However it was an angel who put an end to it for good. And wonderful, can't even describe the joy and love and bliss of this higher dimensional fabric he was a part of.


There is another point in this series of "being pulled into sleep" events that lasted for months. I kept using this light sword, and raining down light in the caves. It seemed to be underground. Anyone who stepped in that light would wake up, and knew this could never harm anyone, but only wake them up, possibly heal. That man who was like a judge, asked me were that came from, and I said, not sure, from my soul. But I could block him 100% with it, infinite blocking, but no harm, just a wake up device, sword whatever.

Not to harm, trying to save, waking people up. That was why these rows of angels said I was doing just fine, but my energy kept getting more depleted each time. That part about waking up, some mission to wake up others made some sense, but the rest not so much. I always thought that sword was from an angel as well.

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Oh this is interesting.
when we're at 5D and above?

no.. much beyond that...5d is still babyhood and earth will never be 5D... it will not move beyond 2D as to number of elements.. 5d is level of consciousness. and 5d people have finally figured out they are sons of the father... doesn't mean they know much mor.

The townhouse itself, just ours? or the actual entire group of homes there? was haunted.

There are several factors that have always come to mind for me. First of all, that area has fault lines that go through. And Some of the faults in the Okanagan/Similkameen go lower than sea level from 1000 feet above sea. They say the Okanagan is sandwhiched between to major lines of the San Adreas that comes up to BC and is crisscrossed. Okanagan lake, sighting of the Ogopogo, a Lock Ness snake like being, is also a giant fault line. And we've seen crafts come out of that lake and in a road construction line up got the car in front to notice as well. I believe that the Loch Ness and Ogopogo, snake like dragon creatures, guard their bases under the water, in those fault lines.

So, there is some gateways in this area.

And then the townhouse. I didn't know about the entire satanic/baphomet, global nightmare, to a full extent. Had been told at 17 but with no point of reference, just knew that person was a survivor of this. But I knew the managers of these townhouses and reality were pure evil and had been dealing with them and they recruited troubled youths, that tormented and endangered, sexually abused even, young kids there and I had reported it to the police and to the landlords. They didn't care, didn't care that it was connected to the manager.

And years later, saw some dark occult stuff in those townhouses.

I think it was a satanic cult organization. I think children died there.


In our town house, 5 boys, birthdays all year round, blowing up tons of balloons and getting helium types as well. And they would float and stay in a spot on the ceiling. Then suddenly jerk down, as if someone grabbed it, and move up the stairs, and defy physics by rounding the corner into a room and then be stationary and then jerk down, and turn corners again, with no wind, and go down the stairs.

That was frequent.


And my youngest had apraxia and didn't speak until 2 and had speech therapy, but he is also very psi, and he slept with me, and would look up with very wide terrified eyes, and then duck under the covers. He did this for half a year. Then he was starting to say a few words and watched Casper the friendly ghost. He said, what is that? I said a ghost.

That night, he looked up and then ducked under the covers, looked up and then ducked, and finally said, gh...gh..ghost!

And I was terrified, and called my sons downstairs, and they took brooms and pretended to be super hero's and ninja'd the energy out of the room until we could go to sleep.

That place was creepy, something really odd was happening.

But the event I shared was not quite like that, it was more months, 3 months until June, 3 times a week, drained of energy and pulled into sleep mode, vivid, very real. Made zero sense and kept researching on the computer anything I could. Classic good and bad kind of memes. Still can't make sense of it.

But I believe in Angelic type Light Beings, Extraordinaire, Hero's. Our Family. The Good. And Higher Levels watching over.

I can't really write well, since mom died in Feb. Haven't been very well myself. Can't tidy this stuff up, it just pours out. Sorry if it takes time to read.

I believe that the Light Beings, Higher Dimensional related to our own Higher Selves in a sense, could be called Giant Trees, the Good, and that we're all little acorns of these Giant Trees, trying to grow up and get our metaphoric wings so to speak. So for example, Michael, would have many acorns trying to accomplish their growth and help.

My son, second youngest, when he was around 10-12 called himself Zadekei on games, and my middle son, had an experience , it was like a ufo experience, knowing his father was overhead, that he was only Good and was always trying to help. That his name was Jaliel.

One day years after my experience was doing a search for Zadekei and got Zadkiel and Jaliel is Josephiel in the Catholic archangel category, and it turned out they all were with Michael, and those 3 angels were said to stop the sacrifice of Isaac, ie Abraham thought God wanted him to sacrifice his son.

That is a whole metaphor for rituals that the PTB here do. Right in the scriptures, and those 3 Archangels, whatever an archangel is supposed to be, stopped that.

They're watching over my sons even. Those 3 are the Good! Michael, our human name for this wonderful Hero, Jaliel and Zadkiel are the Good. Watching over and Hero's.

Anyone in need, ask for God/Goodness, the Good, to send Michael, Jaliel and Zadkiel to assist immediately.

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I'm not sure it hasn't come up...but most GuLPers have had odd experiences, Light beings, Angels, Demons (in my instance), Greys/aliens etc. No wonder no one misses AC's...experienceless posters, NPC's with no story to add to the greater narratives. Hmmm...makes me wonder. I'll tell the final tale of Dawn tomorrow. I didn't want to because, it involves an instance of infidelty that I feel shame for still today. I don't have any regrets and shame is almost a foreign word but here and there...now and then...something happens.

Thread: The Day My Life Was Saved...by Angels? new thread here today...

When i was 16 i had a boyfriend who was pretty abusive. One night he was driving my car and very angry with me. He reached over, took hold of my hair and started slamming my head into my passenger seat window. We were passing by a cemetery at the time, and suddenly a lot of bad smelling black smoke poured out of my car radio. He immediately let go of my hair and the smoke stopped. He spent the next couple hours trying to figure out where the smoke came from. Nothing was wrong with the radio, nothing was burnt, nothing was wrong anywhere with the car.

Another time a few years later, i was driving at night on a country road by myself. An oncoming car suddenly swerved into my lane. I didn't even feel any fear or panic, just calmly and smoothly steered my car onto the shoulder just in time to avoid being hit head on, and then steered right back onto the road without driving into the ditch or hitting any trees. I don't think i did that on my own, and if i did, it was only possible because something kept me calm enough to do it.

Are the Wuhan Chinese really angelic beings selected by Christ God of Nebadon to teach us a lesson, ie to turn the other cheek?




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Pinned for the day... keep your stories to personal experiences or sharing of something someone shared with you.... Whether angels or guides or ... the invisible gives help more than most realize...dig back in your experience.. you might remember something that did not grab your attention then. Each of you is guided individually by your Inner God and your angels and guides... and it may be difficult to know WHO ...Divinity is divinity in that sense..

sometimes the "homeless" and such are angels in disguise too... testing.. testing.. testing...

once I was coming out of a store and in my car and there was somebody appearing homeless with a sign.. so I backed up a bit to change my direction to go to the exit the person was standing at.. and reached for my pack pack for money.. before my eyes as I approached the person.. the person vanished.... into thin air of course..

I am virtually indestructible becoz my "guardian angle" does a damn fine job protecting me, in every way, on every level. I call him Rasa..?turns out we are best buds in the higher dimensions. I literally started crying when I realized who is taking care of me in this physical realm.

I have a couple close HUMANS from the last planet I was on in Pleiades (about 400 years ago) who guard me and do some nice stuff.. lots of nice stuff... The planet is called Myrua and orbits Merope.

Some of you here may have such examples too of planetary folks from where you last were or whatever. Main one's name is Latrinia. very much a best friend and she fixes my aging computers too... comes into my house. My cats know her... and she just accompanied me on a short walk.

I have heard her many a time at night TYPING on the computer.

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MARCH 26, 2021
Gifts

Gifts arrive to your Earth-plane existence every single moment. The size does not matter, how you receive them does. ~ Creator

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Ok lets list the gifts each of you here got...:heart to heart:

In my early 20s I was prospecting in northern Ontario and doing a lot of fool hardy things. One night I dreamed of angels who gave me some life-saving advice, but their main purpose was some spiritual instruction.

I was on a crew cutting survey lines for geophysical mapping. The rest of the crew had quit but I stayed on while the employer found new workers. I was working alone in rough terrain and bear country with no radio.

One night, I dreamed that I was driving around the nearbye town in a pickup truck with standard transmission. Two teenage girls were in the truck but they were too young to drive. For some reason, I did not have a free hand to shift, so one girl worked the gear shift while I worked the pedals.

Then I woke up in my dream, but I was still dreaming. I went outside my tent and saw two teenage girls standing at the river's edge. It was 3 AM in the early pre-dawn light, and I was 8km up a Forest Service Road. The situation scared me. I asked myself "Why were they here? How did they get here? Where is their father?

As soon as I asked that question (in my mind), "Where is their Father?", one of the girls gestured to the river and two giant pearls of light floated down to hover over the river. At first I thought they were plasma-ball "UFO"s, but they were surrounded by a kind of halo in which purple lights flew about like flocks of birds, emanating compassion and mercy. Then I knew that the girls were angels.

One angel told me to go into the Heavenly Chariot. I looked at our boat, but she told me that I could walk on water. I walked on the water like it was glass. Inside their vehicle, the angels told me that I could go to Heaven now. I asked them to show me Heaven. They gave me an exasperated look, and said Heaven is vast. You are looking at it now... but we will show you a picture.

Immediately, we were taken into the sky and flew across the globe till I recognized the outline of southern India. We swooped down over a Hindu temple complex of steeply sided pyramids, like four sided ladders. Each floor of the main temple was covered in statues of what I assumed were Hindu gods. As we circled around the temple, the statues seemed to come alive.

"This is a pagan temple!" I exclaimed in surprise.

The angels told me that it was actually a temple to the One God of Adam and Noah. The people who laboured to carve those statues were trying to preserve that faith, by depicting the infinite manifestations of God's will through His Saints and Angels. I did not know it at the time, but such a temple does exist in Southern India. I was looking at an artist's rendition of Jacob's Ladder and the Body of Christ. But I was looking at it from the outside. Go into an Orthodox Cathedral or even a simple church, and you will see what I saw then, but from the inside. Christ and His angels look down from the dome, while His saints line the walls.

Immediately, we were back in Canada. The angels asked me again if I was ready to enter Heaven. I replied that I had some things to get in order... e.g. live out my life LOL, get married, raise children, etc.

The angels then took me to the second light ship. They told me that they would ask me one more time. They said that all I had to do was eat and drink something on board. They showed me a buffet table with every kind of gourmet food and drink. I wasn't hungry, but I longed to taste just a morsel from the heavenly table. I was not a Christian then, but my soul was longing for Holy Communion.

Then I saw a cash register at the end of the table. I told the angels that I had no money. They said "Check your pocket." It was filled with gold and silver coins.

Although I was not a Christian, I asked them "Is this the redemption price paid by Jesus Christ at His crucifixion?"

The angels seemed disappointed with my question. They said "Yes, but that was the wrong question. A better question would be 'How will you obtain this in the future?"

That was confusing. I already had the money, but now they were talking about a future, if I didn't go to Heaven right away. I said "In that case, I will hold onto this money until I figure out the answer to that question."

In the morning, I woke up, full of elation. I had seen a picture of Heaven and I was somehow saved. I wrote out a letter about the dream and left it in the tent, in case I died and went to Heaven that day.

Nothing happened that day, but 3 days later, I was at a July 1 bush party. I don't drink much so I am always the designated driver. I was pretty high on weed though. Somebody asked me to ride back to a motel with a couple and then return their truck to the party.

It was only the second time in my life that I had driven a standard transmission. The first time had been a Toyota with a little 6" inch stick shift. This was a GMC truck with a 2' stick on the floor. I put it into what I thought was 1st gear and rolled out onto the highway. Actually I was in neutral, rolling down a slope. When I got onto the highway, I couldn't get the truck into gear. I started to panic, thinking I would wind up another holiday weekend fatality statistic. Then the angels appeared in the truck. The one put her hand on mine, said "1st gear is here, 2nd is hear. Give it some gas and put it into 3rd. Now, look in the rear view mirror. See the semi-trailer lights approaching? A few seconds more, and he would have killed you. Now get this truck back where it belongs and praise God."

One month later, the line-cutting job was over, but I went back to the camp to do some claim staking of my own. I no longer had a boat, but I could cross the river by crawling across a spindly log boom. At the end of the day, I was hurrying to finish my staking, as storm clouds were rolling in. As I crawled back across the log boom, lightning flashed nearby. Kneeling on a log boom in the middle of a river was not a safe place to be. Then I thought of the angel telling me that I could walk on water. I stood up and sprinted across those little spruce logs.

I have had many years to think about that dream, especially since I became a Christian.

How was it that I had obtained my redemption but I had given it up on the option of obtaining it again after a full life?

I think that at the centre of the Christian walk is the call to martyrdom. We are living in apocalyptic times and our governments have revealed their hatred of Christianity. Who knows? Maybe I might earn my redemption through martyrdom at the hands of the AntiChrist?

Although I was not a Christian, I had been prepared to put my life on the line for Christians. Two years previous to this Angelic encounter, I had served in the Israeli infantry. The Lebanese civil war was on. At that time, we were allied to the Christians and Shia of Southern Lebanon. My whole motivation during our rigourous training had been "Save the Christian and Shia children of Lebanon." Though I did not recognise Christ as my Saviour, I had been prepared to martyr myself for His children.

If I had died in the truck or on the water, that commitment to martyrdom for Christian children would have been my wedding garment to the Marriage Feast. Because I did not take my invitation at that time and chose to live a few score years more, I had to obtain my salvation anew.

Here's another angel story.

A year after the first story, I had met my future wife. She was a Catholic, but she was not committed to her faith. We talked about her converting to my faith before we got married.

We were living in Kenora, Ont. so I went to the Chabad synagogue in Winnipeg to talk to the Rabbi there. Of course he was vehemently opposed to the marriage, but he invited me to spend a few weekends studying with them.

At my first study session, they paired me up with a creepy businessman. He confessed/boasted to me about a heinous crime. He and some other co-religionist youths had been on their travel year in Europe. They were driving in a van on the Autobahn high on cocaine, when they saw some German soldiers hitch-hiking. The driver swerved and ran them over as "revenge" for WWII.

I was horrified, but he insisted that everybody had an evil side. "What's yours?" he asked, "young boys?" What a sicko!

I left the study as soon as I could. I felt filthy just being around that guy.

My bus pulled up and I got on. I was the only passenger on the bus. The bus driver was a young man with blue eyes and blonde hair cut in a short military style. His uniform had the most crisp creases and polished buttons that I have ever seen on a city bus driver.

I sat near the front and told the driver my destination, as I did not know Winnipeg. Immediately the bus driver started witnessing to me about Christ. I told him that I liked the Gospels but I could make no sense out of Paul's Epistles."Who was this guy, Paul anyway? and why do his writings take up half the New Testament?"

The driver preached to me about the authority of Paul until we reached my stop. For the whole ride, I was the only passenger on the bus. When I got off the bus, I said to myself "I will never question the authority of Paul again." Then I reflected on what he had said to convince me. I realised that it was not his arguments but the conviction in his voice, and the intensity of his gaze. Then I realised that he had been looking in my eyes, the entire trip. His eyes had not been on the road. He also spoke with a German accent (he could have been a Mennonite kid?). Was his uniform a German Air Force uniform?

Maybe the driver was just a Mennonite kid who was moved by the Holy Spirit, but people can serve in the capacity as God's messenger angels too. I felt like God had taken the opportunity to contrast the two religions to me, by sending me an angel.

I have a couple angel stories.

1) In Charlotte, NC (where I currently reside, although I'm from NY), there was a case of a female teenager who had health problems her entire life eventually rendering her with a case of deadly pneumonia. Her mother made the difficult choice to take her off of life-support. That night, she spent the night in her hospital room with her as it would've been her last night. The mother described an "entity" light as the sun came into the doorway of the hospital room in the middle of the night, and miraculously, her daughter fully recovered thereafter. Doctors said they couldn't explain the recovery other than an absolute miracle. The Mom swore it was an angel.

That sounds well and good and could be explained away with just a miraculous recovery by the daughter, except the hospital CC camera caught what looked like an angel on VIDEO!!! EXACTLY where the Mother said it appeared...in the door way of the daughter's room. Here's the story including the video capture:

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2) In 2008 in my home state of NY, prior to moving down to the Charlotte area, I was riding one of my motorcycles VERY early in the morning in the winter...I'd usually go at this time as there were less cars on the road and there were awesome twisty roads I'd be able to ride on without the hassle of traffic, etc. BTW, This is in Carmel, NY...about 45 mins north of Manhattan...around the reservoirs that provide NYC with water. I was leaned over in a right hand sweeper and a deer came off the embankment right in the road in front of me.

...mind you, this next description of events took place in no more than 2 seconds, but it's LITERALLY like time went into slow motion. I can still envision it like it was yesterday.

I had 2 options in this right hand curve...stand the bike up and try to jump on the brakes, but likely go off the left side of the road, into the embankment...or lean it in further and try to go in the INSIDE of the deer. I chose the latter and the instant I leaned it in further, the stupid deer dodged AGAIN right in front of my motorcycle and BAM!! I hit the deer....now this is where things REALLY went into slow motion...

I hit the deer and I LITERALLY remember something flying over the top of my head, behind me...I remember thing "Oh no, I think I cut off the deer's hoof"...THEN...the EZ-Pass that was suctioned on the windscreen popped off (used for tollbooths in NY/NJ) and I literally grabbed it with my left hand...THIS IS WHILE KEEPING THE BIKE UP. I then heard the wheel rubbing on my front fender....making a rubbing noise. I was shaking like a leaf, but then pulled the bike over. I DID NOT CRASH OR LAY DOWN THE BIKE (!!). The deer flung to the side of the road, and just popped back up and ran off (!!). I walked back to the curve and the thing that I thought was the deer's hoof....was actually a chrome trim piece that fit onto the front edge of my front fender. The front fender indeed was all bent in, rubbing on the front wheel. I pulled the fender out, and got back on the bike and drove it back to the house. My wife heard the garage door open shortly after I left (this was like 5 mins from our house) and said "I thought you went for a ride?". I told her what happened and as we looked at the bike, the right side crash-bar was all bent back and there was fur all inside the radiator. Unbelievable.

To this day, I think there HAD TO BE divine intervention going on...how I didn't actually die. How I kept that bike up...How I literally caught the freaking EZ Pass with my hand while this was all going on...and how time stood still. From the time I saw the deer, to the time I hit it...it couldn't have been more than 2 seconds total. It seemed like 2 minutes...

I had an angel on my shoulder that day

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sorry, trying to quote in reply but my response did not publish only quote .....


The Ancient Egyptians believed in the Ba, a human headed bird entity that guided the soul from this world to the next. It sounds similar to what this young boy saw.

I’m more a forum stalker than poster, but I have several “divine” intervention/encounter stories. The one I will share was when my mom had brain surgery. Had a tumor removed 3 years ago. She came out of the anesthesia and they let us in the ICU 2 at a time (3 kids so that was fun!).

She was more full of life than I had seen her in years and was emphatically telling us about all the angels in the room. So many that you “couldn’t squeeze a sheet of paper between them”. They were big and beautiful and bright - there to comfort her. She just wanted us to know that she was ok, but they wouldn’t leave her side. The entire operating room was packed with them!

I wish I had recorded her description of her encounters with them that day but that was the last thing on my mind. After she slept that evening the recollections were gone.

She survived a difficult surgery, recovered in no time (except from eye damage that was caused earlier before diagnosed) and it sparked a reintroduction to me and faith. It was quite amazing to hear and something I will never forget.

thanks for the above story.. lots of times angels may be in the operating room.. to make it sure it goes ok and such .

I have had 2 people in which I carried the angelic message who were to have really serious surgery... that their were be an angel in the OR to guide the surgeons hands... this brought great comfort.. and by Joe.. the surgeries not only went well.. but so did the recovery.

and a Recent person close to me was about to die in hours.. from a totally failed liver... and a viable liver showed up just in time... and it was a very good liver and a successful surgery. This person and we were told she would be in intensive care.. for 2 weeks.. in 2 weeks she was home washing dishes


she had been in a coma in intensive care for 5 days before the liver was found.....

I get a bunch of you here have similar stories of either yourself or someone you love.. having angels helping out in some way... when there is medical need.