Angels - What is your experiences of them?

[blackemerald1]

Yeah you don't need initiation into a specific church to have God's angels come to you! Hell no! :oops:

I had an Angel come to me whilst I was giving birth and in a lot of trouble doing so. No time for a "C" section, no time for anything. 26 hrs of labour and nothing to be done. Then this Angel came and well... led my child (and me) safely through. Job done whoosh...gone. Never seen the Angel since. But I think of it often and with wonder. :hug:

 

[Still Standing]

This is interesting. I was just thinking if I should ever share this with my psych doc. Years ago, when my family and I lived in Olympia, Washington, when we lived on the west side, we saw an angel. I was in the 5th grade, my brother was in the 8th grade and my younger sisters were in the 3rd and preschool respectively. My dad was in the hospital recovering from an apendetomy, so he was not home. It was a clear day in the afternoon. My brother had been kneeling on the living room couch that was backed up against the picture window looking west. He started to yell for, whoever was listening, to "Come look!" My mom and I went to see what he was yelling about. We looked out the window where he pointed.

In the clear, blue sky was a fluffy single cloud. It was fluffy white and was forming into the most picture perfect swan shape. As we watched and "ooohed" and "ahhed" as it turned into a full-blown swan, with being able to see the finer details of its wings. As we continued to watch, it began to shape-shift itself into the full figure of an angel. The angel stood in the sky, by it self, framed by blue skies. The angel had light, curly cropped hair with a twine wrapped around it. The face was looking at us with a human face. The angel wore a white cloth-type gown that hung to his feet. The sleeves were full and hanging with only the hands showing. Around the waist was a gold twisted cord tied and at both ends hanging half way down his side with large tassel at each end. There was a huge wing off the back of each shoulder. The wings had formed from those of the swan. Each wing large, white, and finely detailed, was stretching out enough that we could see the veining in each feather. The feet were bare and wearing primitive leather thongs. The angel was absolutely beautiful and massively, bright and impressive. My mom went running, looking for her camera. We were shouting in amazement as we watched, totally fascinated.

As we continued to watch, the angel began to raise his arms, like he was reaching out to us. He looked at us with such love and calm. The sleeves hung open at the wrists like a monk's robe. His arms continued to reach out in our direction and then began to move outward so that they ended, fully extended, like he was welcoming us into a huge embrace. Mom came back and tried to take a photo of the angel but was frustrated when she discovered she had used up her film and had no more shots to use. The angel looked as real in detail, as a person would have had they been standing in front of us. The eyes, smiling mouth, nose, light-colored hair, hands and feet were that real.

Then the vision of the angel began to "melt" for lack of a better word. It shrank and morphed from a thing of absolute beauty to that of a dark grey cloud that ended up looking roughly like a sock. The grey mass slowly moved across the sky and dissipated.

The next day, when we went back to school, I asked my 5th grade teacher and a couple of classmates if they had seen the angel in the sky the day before. They all said no but they did see, including the teacher, a funny looking dark grey cloud in the form of a sock float across the sky. They all thought I was lying and making it up about the angel. But, when they acknowledge seeing the sock, I knew what we had seen, as a family, was real and was meant only for us. I have often thought about the angel, wondering why it would reach out to us. My mom, little sister and brother all think if was to comfort us because Dad was in the hospital. I disagreed. I thought the angel was there to show us that he was telling us that God loved us and he was going to keep us "OK". On a personal level, I have always thought it was God's way of telling me that he had my back and would not forget me...He knew how miserable I was and how I felt so lonely and unloved. I have held this very close to my heart. I do not worship the angel but see him as a messenger of good news God.

So I could easily dismiss this as a dream or some form of mental concoction but since it was witnessed by an adult and a teenager and two grade schoolers, I have no doubt in my mind that what we saw that day was real. This was in 1961.

 

[Still Standing]

I have another unexplainable experience. I have also believed that an angel intervened on my behalf. This was around 1972. It was the era of the "granny dresses", ankle length attire that the hippies of the day enjoyed wearing. I had one on this day. I was in my bedroom. My bed, in this room, was an old heavy metal single bed. The frame did not quite fit the mattress and stuck out about an inch from the mattress along the edges. It was placed horizontally from my closet. The room was small in size so that the bed was about 6 feet from the closet. This day I needed something from the top shelf of my closet or maybe I was needing to put something on the shelf above the clothes pole...I don't remember exactly. Being short, I needed to use my three-stepped ladder to reach the shelf. I got the ladder and placed it in front of the closet and climbed to the top step. I remember reaching up and after I was done, I went to take my first step down the ladder, forgetting to hike my dress up out of the way. As I stepped down, it got caught over the top of the ladder and I lost my balance. I fell backward, in a free-fall, with my body fully extended, like someone had just cut a tree down. I knew that my head was going to hit the edge of the metal bed. But something happened as I fell. It was like someone had caught me and laid me gently onto the bedroom floor, breaking my fall. I did not land with a thud. I landed softly and gently with my head just clearing the edge of the metal frame by a hair. The ladder was still in place. My dress that had fallen over the top of it had not caused the ladder to fall over. How could that have happened since my dress was caught on the ladder? And how could I have fallen backward only to be caught and laid gently on the floor, on my back, my body fully extended? I laid there for a bit of time, in wonderment over what had just happened. I should have hit my head of the metal frame. The ladder should have tipped over. I should have hit the floor with a thud, knocking the breath out of me. There was no explanation except that an angel had intervened and saved me from harm.

 

[Freida]

Yep .... they are always around. I don't usually talk much about them because, well, not everyone is receptive to the idea --- translation: got told as a kid I was going to hell because I pointed one out. That shut me up pretty fast.

Its nice to know so many others have had experiences with them too. Makes me feel like less of a freak.
Good story -- I got run off the road by two cars that were drag racing in the mountians by my home. I saw a mailbox and a driveway and yanked my steering wheel to the right. The car that passed me seconds later was going so fast it shook my car. After they went by I backed up and drove to my friends house and burst into tears. The dad kept asking me if I was sure of where it happened. Yep - I was sure. He loaded me back into his car because he wanted me to show him where it happened. When we got there, all you could see was my skid marks going off the ravine side of the road. No mailbox, no driveway. No Freida??

I found out later that it was two guys I knew who were racing, and they believed that I had crashed the car but when they went back to look all they could find were the skid marks. No car.

 

[Still Standing]

I found out later that it was two guys I knew who were racing, and they believed that I had crashed the car but when they went back to look all they could find were the skid marks. No car.

See, Freida, God has a purpose for our lives and He has spared us, probably many times over in order to give us opportunity to do what he purposed us to do, regardless of PTSD or not. The PTSD and all the other crud we have gone through are only deterrents to keep us from fulfilling whatever we are here for. Maybe it is so small as being here on the forum and encouraging others or maybe it is something yet to come. Your experience should be proof enough that God exists and He uses angels to physically intervene for us. He certainly positioned an intervenion for you. This is my take on angels.

 

[Freida]

@Still Standing stop making me cry!!!! You know I hate that ?? :chicken:

 

[Still Standing]

I hope they are good tears. I think they should be. Here is a real, gentle hug just for you...:hug:

 

[Deleted member 47388]

Not quite true.

Other traditions have angels as well, without the Christian understanding of it. (Vodun with angels as a part of ones soul slash overseers of actions, and guides toward succesful life path, Islam with angels as messengers of God steering one toward the right life), not even starting on angel type beings in other traditions that are not specifically angelnamed.

It would be kind if you did not presume the spiritual needs, much less musts, of others, as it not only is not generally applicable, it makes little sense from comparative religions angle as well.

Yeah you don't need initiation into a specific church to have God's angels come to you! Hell no! :oops:

I had an Angel come to me whilst I was giving birth and in a lot of trouble doing so. No time for a "C" section, no time for anything. 26 hrs of labour and nothing to be done. Then this Angel came and well... led my child (and me) safely through. Job done whoosh...gone. Never seen the Angel since. But I think of it often and with wonder. :hug:

I never said you need initiation into a specific church or belief, but before an Angel possibly can inhabit your body not killing you, you absolutely need to be both baptized and guided by professionals.

Why they did so in my case in stead of showing signs as they usually do is because of the black magic I mentioned been victim to for at least ten years of my life. I've seen all on earth, in hell in between this and the other worlds and I know that as human being you need to be purified to some degree before that can happen.

Only a day ago I had another sign, I got those too and I was given the word 'serenity' that means I've reached a certain level of growth in Spirit and are now asked to follow the teachings of the elders if you do not speak in religious terms. In terms of Buddhism I change my perception of reality, knowing that it's within and not in what I saw before and follow the teaching wholeheartedly.

The meaning of the numbers 333 (also that mentioned in thread "The jaguar as spirit animal - what's yours?) means that I'm fully protected and guided in Spirit by those who walked the same path before me, by prophets, Saints, God's Angels and other holy men through times.

Peoples perception of Angels looks different depending on their personal belief, cultural understanding and Spiritual development. But when you see them from within, your understanding of them will change and you will know the difference of a sign from one or direct contact if the for eg. have messages for a specific reason.

Then there is different kind of Angels, but I will not hijack the thread, rather let all of you share your own experiences and let those who's been living in doubt see that they really are among us. Maybe just to remind us or protect or guide when it's needed during special times in our lives.

Please be comfortable sharing.
I'm not here to change anyone's understanding of them even if my own experiences are more than humans dare to believe these days. As a Jaguar Spirit, the Jaguars dwell among the Spirits, night and day. We are and live very close to the divine, linger in the source itself, keeping an close aye on all that passes. Nothing escapes our eye.

The beauty is always there, as it's always been and we know this because we lived it.

/Sincerely
Backslide

 

[Ronin]

... Why would one want an angel inhabiting their body?

And last I checked that belief about entities within one body was understood to be a form of a dissociative phenomena, a.k.a. intrinsic to that body and its spiritual (and other) needs in some way... so not something that requires interference of another.

 

[Deleted member 47388]

... Why would one want an angel inhabiting their body?

I already told, because it was needed.
A human being will not survive black magic without protection.

Do not argue about it with me, in this thread. I had enough on my plate.

 

[Ronin]

It is called discussion & inquiries, asking clarifying questions.

I was genuinely curious as to why would a person want or need an angel, and the mechanics of that functioning / deal / agreement / whichever.
But that racism of phrasing (black magic) and supposed needs for supposed protection about tells me everything I wanted to know.

 

[Deleted member 47388]

It is called discussion & inquiries, asking clarifying questions.
I was genuinely curious as to why would a person want or need an angel, and the mechanics of that functioning / deal / agreement / whichever. But that racism of phrasing (black magic) and supposed needs for supposed protection about tells me everything I wanted to know.

Zen teachings don't encourage repeated questions or answering them.
It's called useless speech.

Good luck with the search for the answers you were looking for.

Sincerely
/Backslide