When Angels lend a hand

[gord]

In early July 1995, I sat in the yard for a few hours switching back and forth between reading "Seth Speaks" by Jane Roberts and "A Scanner Darkly" by Philip K. Dick in the shade of a fair sized ailanthus tree about 15 feet behind me. The shade had moved during that time, so I moved the chair back into the shade, and about 15 seconds after I sat back down that tree broke off about 10 feet up and everything above that came crashing down right where I had just been. The bottom end of that chunk of tree was about 14 inches in diameter. It missed my head by maybe 3 feet.

Angels? Maybe. Who knows?

[truthseek]

Thank you all for such an important post. In this interesting time (which we chose to experience...) surrounded by darkness it is extremely important for us to realize we are not alone and guided by loving relatives, angels. guides, what have you. The more one is aware, the more we see the miracles around us and it is really good to feel the gratitude.

I have experienced so many miracles in my life that I see a new example of this guidance almost every day (when I dare to pay attention...)

My latest example was just yesterday when I was looking for a wire stripping tool. I knew I owned 2 pair of high quality, but could not find them. All that was left was a 3rd pair wich was really poor quality, not functioning and would aggravate the life out me. As I was grumbling away and begrudgingly threw out the bad pair, I decided to look in my late father's old tool box once again for something else, and lo and behold, in the top tray, there was a pair of new green handled wire strippers which I don't recollect ever seeing before, let alone own. My mood changed immediately, I felt the love and was gently reminded how everything is looked after...

[Arcturian108]

As some of you know, my life has been intertwined with the angelic realm for the past 30 years. Thus, I have lots of stories of things that have happened over that time. Right now, I am thinking about my first visit to the Grand Canyon with a girlfriend, when I was about 65. Although my friend was about four years younger, she was in much better shape, since she was an airline hostess, and had been for many years.

When we entered the national park, we told the attendant that we were staying at a hotel inside the park for about four days. The attendant warned us that because the park was 7,000 feet above sea level, to be careful about climbing into the canyon the first few days, until we became acclimated. We had planned to descend about halfway down the canyon during our stay. But the following day, when she saw that I couldn't even climb 12 outside stairs, she told me to forget about climbing into the canyon. I told her that I still planned to hike down with her. Meanwhile, I spoke with my angel team, and asked them to assist me in climbing back to the rim when needed. I got their agreement, but didn't tell her about this. So by the third day, we descended 2,500 feet into the canyon, and then started back up. My friend went ahead, thinking that it would take me more than an hour to return, she left me to go at my own speed. Thus when I climbed to the rim in 15 minutes, arriving just a few minutes after she had reached the top, and I was not winded, she just couldn't fathom how I did it. At the time I laughed, and I never told her my secret.

[Bill Ryan]

Bumping this thread with this one from 2019, in which members shared a whole bunch of incidents when it really seemed that 'angels' (or something, or someone!) definitely lent a hand to save the day.

• I shouldn't actually be alive now...
  
  

[rick]

Bill, your timing belt story, I had the same thing happen to me, sorta...

I was working on our old CRV and unwittingly, unseeingly and unhearingly dropped a small metal tube spacer that it made its way pinball-like down to the crankshaft sprocket in between belt and pulley. I went to start it, and it sounded like it had no spark plugs in it!..The nut broke the belt instantly. Thankfully no piston to valve contact happened. That was weird...Really dumb problem.

Not to piss on your story, just reminded me of that incident!

[Rosencross]

Just thought I would mention this here.

We all know the term "Take a step back" Well this is a very old phrase and it was used when someone was becoming extremely overwhelmed by what was coming towards them (from the future etc) and one couldn't cope with it.

The person would actually breathe out and physically look down at their feet and take a step backward asking humbly for protection. It was a step into their Guardian Angel which would help bear the brunt. A small step back into their Angel or a large step back behind their Angel.

They would then also use the term "sleep on it" and in the morning would often gain insights.

It is good to ask for their help, I often do, As it is said"Ask and ye shall receive"

[Vicus]

Remembering Mashika

When we were posting each other I called her Masha ,her real name,she told me that" Mashika" was a putting together from Masha/Malisa, her second name...together something like a "pet" name...

3 years ago!... when I found out how ill she was I began to ruminate the post called "Prayers for Masha"...in no way sure how to come to a definitive post/message for avalonians...

It was Summer,coming back home from my favorite lake by bike, just trough 1 from the 2 way possible from years... from both ways knew all the shops and bars,etc

Ruminating all the way if I could produce a post that could "help"her in any way, difficult for my self too to "believe" it...I just decide not to do it.

Minutes after my decision something happens... we can call it synchronicity/ coincidence or "lending a hand" maybe?... I just changed 1 street for another and I couldn't believe my eyes...

There stand a shop with a BIG name : Masha

??? it was something like a breakfast Bar,close but 2 people siting outside, I ask her if that was a Russian place/Bar/whatever... (I know that name , from many old Russian movies) the woman answer : no, "American" breakfast shop...(I tough ...ironic...)

Later went again there and it seems close, just ready to rent /sold, etc.

From all the country's and places I was in my life, never saw a place/Bar/shop/whatever... with that name...just there,the first !

Well, that was like a call for me : do it!

PS: That post is for Avalon members only, under Forum: Meditation, Healing and Prayer, page 2.

Prayers for Masha

[Arcturian108]

This healing occurred around 2004, when I was working as an energy healer. For this retelling, I have changed the names. One day I had a new client from Texas, who was testing my abilities to see if I could help her seriously ill niece. I asked, “What’s wrong with her?” Martina explained that her niece was suffering from sickle cell anemia and was in such serious condition that she might die from it. I said that the best way for me to help her would be for me to talk to her niece directly, or at least have a live telephone connection to her hospital room, so I could adjust the energy there. Martina said that she would try to arrange this as soon as possible. Within a few days I got a call from her. She was in her niece’s hospital room. Her niece was semi-conscious, and the hospital had notified all relatives to come and say their goodbyes.

Among the relatives there, Martina spoke English, but the others mainly spoke Spanish. I started to work on Martina’s niece by going through my usual procedures of removing negativity. Then I told Martina I wished to remove a suicidal soul from her niece’s body, one of her multiples. I warned Martina not to tell her relatives anything about the removal of a soul, as I didn’t think they would understand the idea of multiple souls. I feared that her family would not be open to any discussions of spirits, much less to exorcisms. Martina felt awkward about keeping this secret, but complied. Once my guides had removed that particular depressed soul, there was less reason for Martina’s niece to be so ill. Several weeks later I received an email report from Martina about what they had experienced that day:

“As you know, my niece was born with sickle cell anemia and since birth she's had many, many hospitalizations. They've put in a valve near her heart that kept getting infected. She never developed. (Her body wasn't growing right, and her brain, or mental faculties remained those of a 6-7 year old). At the time of your healing, she was hospitalized and the doctor told us to gather around her, ‘cause she wasn’t going make it! I was desperate! I was so not ready to let her go! And I cried, and asked the Lord with as much emotional energy as I could muster, to send me somebody that would help her release all this disease - to give my little Lucita a second chance to grow tall and smart and good... Immediately after falling apart like this, I went to the ‘net to search for a healer, for an answer, for something to hang on to. I was at the end of my rope… so desperate... I don't even remember what I wrote that brought me to your website... I just remember going through the steps of calling you and being surprised that you actually answered! Then I told my family that I would need to make a phone call from Lucita's bed. I did not tell them what you were going to do or what your area of expertise was... I just told them that you were a healer from Australia and that I had paid you to help Lucita from a distance! So, here we were: me, my mother, my sister, Lucita's mother and father (Lucita's father is my younger brother) gathered around Lucita to say good bye.

I dialed your number and put Lucita on the phone as you had instructed. My mother got up and stood at the end of the bed and held Lucita's feet. As you were praying for Lucita, my mother seemed to go into a trance and rocked back and forth with her eyes closed. She said an angel showed her with pictures and a few words that Lucita needed help and that my mother should help pull out the bad spirits from her. As my mother related all of this, I couldn't help but feel astonished! I had said nothing, absolutely nothing to my mother regarding your spirit exorcism! And yet, she knew, she knew the exact number of bad spirits that needed to leave my niece and she knew exactly when this was going on! My mother said the angels told her to pull, but that she didn't quite understand "how" to pull or with what part of her body to "pull" with... She said she finally started swaying back and forth and felt as if something came over her... She felt relaxed, and loved... Needless to say, I was speechless, as was everybody in the room... We didn't know what to say or do. Eventually, my brother said that he couldn't understand a word you were saying to him on the phone (he speaks only Spanish!). But, he commented on how professional of you to hire an interpreter to make sure he understood your words... I told him you didn't have anybody else in the room, but this didn't seem to stop him from believing that there was somebody else in the room that was helping you to help him.

When we finished with Lucita and passed the phone to my sister (who speaks English), and then to my sister-in-law (who does not speak English) and then to my brother, who also doesn't speak English... You prayed for all of them. At this point, we were not talking about angels or demons; we were just accepting your prayers. Afterwards, we hung up. We sat there, silently, until my mother burst out, as loud as she could, that she had seen Angels when you were praying for Lucita. She was so surprised to see these beings and to know that they spoke Spanish! She said the angel told her to hold Lucita's feet real good and to see the spirits that were leaving her - to command those spirits of disease and weakness to leave her body forever. My mom was so emotional: She couldn't believe it! And at the same time, she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Lucita was going to get better. Then my sister said that you prayed for her so beautifully. Then my sister-in-law said that "you" were a man that spoke Spanish! They argued like crazy about this! My sister said that the healer on the phone was female, and she spoke English. My sister-in-law insisted that the healer on the phone was male, and he spoke Spanish. Then my brother piped in and said that the healer on the phone was indeed a female but that she didn't speak English at all, but was completely fluent in Spanish! What? I said. What's going on? The awesome power of the Holy Spirit!! What an awesome way to show us that we were indeed witnessing a miracle. This touched all of us differently. I didn't know if you could take away these demons of disease and of weakness... how great and how wonderful that my mother confirmed that you were doing this.

Lucita did get better. Within minutes she was sitting up and talking! This is doubly mystifying because Lucita, up to this point, had only communicated to us with one-word comments, and this, only after much urging on our part. This is more or less what she said: I need to sit up, and drink something right away. I feel fine.
WE WERE AMAZED!!!
She was talking in whole sentences! She was being direct, speaking of her needs for the first time! Before this, she spent her life just sitting there quietly, not moving much and not doing much. So we didn't know what to do with a talking, assertive 16-year old! The doc came in and said she was doing much better, but that we should still wait and see. I said nothing further because now my sister-in-law piped in and stated that my brother was telling the truth…. that she also heard somebody else in the room talking in Spanish to her, translating your words…
Put yourself in my shoes. I couldn't hold on to my promise any longer. So, I told them what you had told me not to tell them. You know, about the "extra" spirits assailing Lucita and about how you didn't want anybody to know you intended to remove them for fear they might stop us from helping my niece. I told my mother I totally believed what she was saying about the angels helping Lucita and about how she somehow participated in getting her well by "pulling “. Everybody seemed surprised. How can this have happened? Mysteriously, my niece sat up in bed and told everyone, she felt fine. This is the young 16 year old girl that only hours earlier had flat-lined several times as her heart had swollen bad... she couldn't move, or talk... but wait, the miracles don't stop there...

By Sunday, she was discharged from the hospital. My mother called me to report that Lucita had called her and that, much to her surprise, Lucita was talking "normally “. You see, because she had been so sick, she had not developed like other kids. Her speech was often slurred and unintelligible. She often just pointed to things or muttered some sounds to make others understand her. Now, my mother said, Lucita was talking just like a 16-year-old would. Her voice was firm and intelligible... she expressed all her ideas to perfection, her thoughts, wants and desires... and I was delighted to hear this... I certainly didn't expect this sudden change but was grateful nonetheless.

I decided to write to let you know all of this and to thank you, thank you, thank you... for helping all of us receive a little bit of the divine and for allowing us to share in His glory. --Martina. Texas, USA”

I was as amazed as this family was at the enormous healing that had taken place. Nothing as dramatic as this healing had occurred in such a short span of time as what took place in that hospital room on that day. I later sometimes joked about this miracle when talking with friends, saying, “I only need one more miracle to qualify for sainthood in the Catholic Church. Too bad I am not Catholic."

[neutronstar]

Posted by Bill Ryan (here)
back in April. My dog Mara, who is 100% blind and absolutely can't see a thing, became separated from me high in the mountains. She made own her way back to the trailhead a mile and a half away and 1000 ft lower, crossing a potentially precarious rocky waterfall and somehow choosing the right way each time she came to a possible junction.

The more I thought about it later, the more extraordinary (and almost inexplicable!) her feat seemed to have been. A blind human with a 150 IQ would have had major high-stress difficulty doing that that going slowly on their hands and knees, and they might well not have succeeded at all.

To be fair, if a dog is going to loose a sense, vision would affect them the least. Their primary sense is smell and how they navigate. Their vision is quite poor to begin with. Vision to a dog is like smell to us.

I once heard a story of a dog finding it's way home after being forgotten by the family a 1000 miles from home. He followed the sent of the car.

[Victoria]

These recounts and links above share such beautiful, inspiring, incredible (eye-opening!) testaments to our lives serving a purpose and indicating we are important enough that someone, somewhere is looking out for us. Every day I observe my animals and family, the panorama of sky above, the hills around us with all the trees and flowers that we planted. I love and am grateful to be here..for one more sunrise...one more chance to hold and see and savor them. I don't want to leave this phenomenal world and the miracles surrounding us...not yet.

Not sure if it was already written in a different thread, but years ago during university, my boyfriend and I drove out along a desolate stretch of beach to look at the stars and listen to the ocean sounds in an attempt to hold onto our night just a little bit longer. We weren't quite ready to go back to the campus, yet. He had a tiny little sports car with dark windows, a broad sunroof and just enough room to put back the seats.

The drive was long and there was absolutely no one else for at least a few miles in either direction where we decided to stop. No street lights or signs, just tall, waving beach grass and the moon over water. We had pulled off into an unmarked area. Sand dunes completely obscured us from view on the road.

We laid back in the darkness listening to the waves crash, talked for a while and then slowly drifted to sleep. AT some point it felt chilly so we rolled up the windows to just a slight crack.

I began dreaming that I was in the same car- in the same place, sitting in the same seat and a killer was trying to get in on the driver's side. I dreamed a tall man had a crowbar and was leaning over to wedge open the door or break the window. All I could see in my dream was my boyfriend sleeping and the outline of the man's crotch and upper legs standing behind him, right outside the window.

Panicked, I thought, "Wake up! Wake him up!" but was terrified to find, as in many nightmares, that I couldn't move, articulate words or act. Terrified in the dream, I jolted awake suddenly (in reality) to look over and see almost exactly what I had seen in the dream: the silhouette of a thin man approaching just outside my boyfriend's window, his large belt buckle gleaming as he turned in the moonlight and a stick of some kind in his left hand. I whispered low and fast, "Aidan (not his actual name), Wake up, Aidan, wake up NOW, but don't move! There is a man outside your window, he is going to break in."

Aidan looked at me from the corner of his eyes without shifting his head or sitting forward and quietly slunk down further in his seat just enough to reach the steering wheel and pedals. He slid the key into the ignition silently, then in one swift motion revved it on and literally threw us into reverse burning tires in the sand to screech away. We drove quietly back to our campus, too wired and afraid of what had happened to sleep again. I do think someone was looking out for us that night, perhaps an angel...news was circulating of a potential serial killer in the region. I don't recall if we reported the incident, or not.

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Another instance, happened in very recent years- though I am unsure if it's also been detailed in a different thread. Probably with less detail. I actually was afraid to post about it for a long time because I thought it had connection to a member of Avalon who we were speaking with at the time.

My fiance and I were driving back from the veterinarian with two dogs who had been spayed/neutered. We experienced an unusually, inexplicably emotional/stressful morning and barely made it to the sunrise appointment to drop them off. By afternoon, most of that stress eased and we were feeling triumphant that it turned out to be a really nice day.

After leaving the vet's office shortly past noonwith the dogs, we pulled onto the main road and stopped at the immediate intersection upon exit to wait for our light in order to turn left. It was beautiful outside. We had all our windows down. My fiance was driving, so I was sitting in the passenger seat, body turned, looking directly toward him and the oncoming cross-traffic, while we chatted about whether to get lunch in town. I was sort of passively watching cars approach behind his head as the light changed and we pulled out into the intersection.

To my horror, after initially slowing down for their red light, the huge new truck in front of that line of traffic revved its engine loudly and sped directly toward us as we entered the middle of the intersection, just like he was aiming to hit us.

I screamed and my fiance floored it, crashing us into a ditch diagonally across oncoming traffic at the other side of the 4 way, narrowly escaping a direct collision to the middle of our vehicle and his driver side door. The truck had sped onward and never stopped.

Our SUV landed on its side in the ditch, not quite flipping over. It took a while for us to climb back out onto the road and to calm the dogs who had been turned completely upside down in their crates and slid to the front. Everyone was okay, but we were all very nervous and shaky. We stayed a while to try and understand what appeared to have happened...stretching our legs and trying to recoup.

We then took our time entering the main road again and when we did, we drove very cautiously and slowly. Deciding to go straight home instead of into town, we turned onto the highway north and at the driver's side was another merging lane with cars entering slightly behind us, just to our rear left.

They could clearly see us in front of them and I could see the faces of all the people driving while watching the cars around us, feeling slightly paranoid. The very first vehicle (a little white car) that merged onto the road behind us not only sped up drastically, but crossed the lanes like it was being magnetically drawn toward us and swerved right into the driver side door. My fiance again floored the pedal to speed ahead thereby avoiding a massive collision and then pulled dramatically off the highway, where we watched as a stream of following cars passed, oblivious. There was only a faint, paintless dented streak to the side of the door and frame. Surprisingly nothing more severe.

It felt like we were being deliberately targeted. Two narrow misses in less than a mile. Something very strange was happening and we were more than a little rattled. With some deliberation, we agreed we would go as slowly and cautiously as possible to make it home, practically crawling there, and so waited until no other cars were in view before pulling back onto the highway.

We drove about 9 miles before coming to a circuitous canyon and were finally relieved to be away from traffic, people and the commotion of city goings-on. We let down our guard slightly while discussing how crazy the experience had been and that it felt like something was trying to get our attention. Or was it trying to kill us? 
In any case we had been lucky. We didn't understand what was happening, but were going to play it safe looking ahead. We drove a bit further and agreed it was good to finally return to the wooded mountains, surrounded by nature. We could relax a little more.

I unbuckled my seat belt to lean forward and gain a better glimpse of what appeared to be a huge delta-positioned triangular shape on the opposite canyon wall which I had never noticed. Just as I mentioned out loud that there was something strange across the ravine and craned my neck to see it clearly, we arrived on a steep incline and were caught up behind a small, odd-looking 1940s-1960's (?) truck in our lane.

There had been no other vehicles as far as we could see in either direction, but we both felt a little apprehensive drawing near. My fiance vocalized his concern and said he would slow behind it to pass, narrating his options. I was still preoccupied, staring at the enormous triangle form and trying to fathom why I had never noticed it before.

We were driving at least 25 below the speed limit on this portion of the highway and just as he attempted to slow down even further, the little truck stopped in front of us suddenly. DEAD stopped.

30 feet became 15 and then 5 instantaneously when the truck was immediately immobile without brake lights or any warning.

We swerved violently off the highway to avoid slamming into it, braking hard and drifting uncontrollably on the shoulder's gravel until our right front tire dangled off the cliff and we inexplicably stopped. Something miraculously allowed us to halt our descent with the SUV literally teetering diagonally, nose down.

I had slammed up against the front window, and the dog crates, though they had been strapped down in the back, came flying onto the front seat.
AGAIN.

We were so certain in that split second that we were going to plunge into the canyon, it seemed reality had been suspended.

I realized I had wet myself and my fiance started vomiting after he saw we were no longer moving; instead paused precariously on the very, very edge of the rock where there was no railing. My body was pressed horizontally face-first against the windshield looking out the window, registering the 75+ ft of vertical drop and unsure whether it would be safe to move even a centimeter away from the dashboard, or if that small motion might make us plummet to the rocks below.

So we sat for what seemed like forever in that same position, in disbelief...asking the dogs if they were okay, but not wanting to budge...eventually talking ourselves quietly out of debilitating fear. 
Was the universe trying to kill us? We noted that we were still alive.
My fiance inched us backward onto the shoulder again and reversed delicately onto the highway. Not a single other vehicle passed as we crept rearward toward the truck that had stopped in front of us. It was like the twilight zone.

The truck was still inanimate and the people in it, who we could clearly see once we were parallel with them window to window, were an older man driving and a little grey-haired woman sitting in the passenger seat. They looked like they were frozen. It was literally the oddest thing either of us has ever seen.

Almost like we were viewing a still frame from another era. They didn't move at all as we stared in their windows hoping to meet their eyes. Both occupants were gazing straight ahead, motionless, the man's arms outstretched firmly on his steering wheel, the woman's eyes were wide ahead of her but she was sitting stark upright, completely rigid and still. They never turned or moved to acknowledge us. They didn't blink.

Their truck was a worn and well-used farm vehicle, with rusty patina on the sides and hood. Gingham check cloth curtains hung in the back window. It was something akin to a movie prop one might expect to see from the original Wizard of Oz.(*The following photos added from the net that depict something similar, indicate origin being the 1920s-1930s. More like the square shape of the 1920s. The truck we encountered was quite small compared to today's vehicles- my apologies, I am not great at identifying cars and the various periods of auto design without images for comparison *which I finally sought online!*)



We backed onto the highway behind them, paused to reconsider and then slowly maneuvered around them on their left side. They still didn't move. Sitting stone stiff and staring straight ahead. It was almost as if they were bracing for something... but there was nothing else as far as we could see except the weaving highway ahead, with forest and mountain cliffs above it.

I turned to watch them as we passed. They didn't move again until we were a quarter mile beyond them on the next hill and then it appeared they *possibly* started driving again. They might have started moving just after we passed (or not at all)..I couldn't quite tell across the distance.

It didn't feel real. Nothing felt real. We both witnessed it. We were bruised, but okay. The dogs were whining and terrified, but in one piece.

Three near misses in under 15 miles. We just wanted to survive the rest of the way home and not leave the house again for a good, long time. We questioned the universe. We thought about God and angels... we still have no explanation.

[I am B]

That is so interesting. Related to something that happened to me a couple of days ago:

Coming back from work, preety late, nightime already. I take the car and go through an industrial area in a preety nasty neighborhood.

I get in the car and somehow it is not revving right, as if the engine got choked when pressing the throttle above halfway.

I decide to move see if it warms up a bit, and do 400m, but it suddenly gets worse, without barely moving at all and i have to stop on the side of the road, 50m before a turn, and try to restart it see if it fixes something.

Fast forward 5 seconds after stopping, a crazy driver comes through the corner with the car drifting sideways, invading the lane where i was supposed to be driving, scratching his super expensive white Mercedes with the construction fences at the roadside right in front of me, and speeding on the opposite direction without stopping.

I turn on the car again, and the engine timing seems to be good, and drive back home knowing that if the car hadn't failed I would at least be in the hospital.

[onawah]

Another, similar thread starting here from 2011 simply entitled "Guardian Angels": https://projectavalon.net/forum4/sho...l=1#post369387

[Siphonemis]

Many years ago, I was around 10 or 12 in Los Angeles. The age details elude me, but I was certainly not a teenager yet. As my family was incredibly religious, we didn't have access to the fun Cartoon Network shows or the Nickelodeon programs that the rest of society did, because that was considered secular and therefore unacceptable for our consumption. So, my cousins and I would spend most of our days outdoors, riding our bicycles, searching for spots around town that were abandoned and therefore cool and interesting. During one of these adventures, we had been returning to my house from the local library. As fate would have it, I decided to take a path that passed through a creepy old funeral home situated on the downslope of the road, but it quickly up-sloped onto a main road that was always heavy with traffic, as is typical in Southern Californian towns.

As we raced down the road, I was ahead of my cousins, taking advantage of the downslope to pick up speed to leverage that momentum to power through the coming up-slope. As I'm doing this, I notice that up ahead, the light was green for my direction of travel, so if I just peddled fast enough, I could make it across this busy street before the light turned red. As I approached, I also noticed a vehicle approaching from the opposite direction on this road, signaling a left turn onto the intersecting main street. In my all-knowing child rationale, I knew I could cross the street before that vehicle would have to turn onto the main busy road, blocking my path and potentially causing me to miss my green light. Naturally, I peddled my little heart out to get up the hill and across the main street. When I got to the top of the hill and started to cross this busy main road, I quickly realized the gravity of my naivety and knew that I would be struck by the vehicle I was competing with. My first thought was that my mother would be incredibly upset with me for causing a scene and getting run over, because I was quite the rambunctious, fearless boy back then, as most boys are.

I must have closed my eyes at some point, because I don't specifically recall being impacted. If I had to choose another more accurate verb, I'd say felt. I felt the impact, and to those who have been in a car accident before or have been impacted by something incredibly heavy, you will know the feeling. I felt as though my entire being was violently rattled, as though a sudden burst of immense pressure had pounded the core of my soul. I was too terrified to open my eyes and witness my limbs strewn about and blood splattered all over the new bicycle my dad had just gotten me. I was waiting for the waves of pain to wash over me, and for the screaming to commence, if I was lucky and alive. But the pain never came. I didn't feel my clothes or skin sticky with blood. I opened my eyes, and my bicycle, along with half my torso, was underneath this vehicle.

Somehow, I was wedged underneath the front of the car, but my legs, hands, and torso were completely intact. I crawled out and away from the vehicle, yanked my bicycle out after several hard tugs, and peddled away to the sounds of "Hey kid, kid! Are you okay?!" I realized all other traffic had stopped, and everyone had expressions of shock on their eyes and mouths. I peddled away as quickly as I could, because in my mind, I was going to be in the deepest of trouble with police and eventually my parents when they found out I had caused an accident. To this day, I'm perplexed as to how I could get wedged underneath a vehicle and walk away with zero injuries, not a single scratch or bruise, and no damage to my bicycle save a couple of scrapes on the paint I could hide from my dad. The logical side of me tries to explain it away as the perfect angle to end up partially underneath a car so that there is no contact with either the vehicle or the asphalt, but even that is very difficult for me to explain away. My right leg should have been terribly scraped on the asphalt, and my left leg and torso should have been mangled underneath the car.

Angels you say? Perhaps. Extreme luck? Most certainly! Thank you for coming to my Ted talk.

[Irminsül]

Hello everyone! This happened many years ago — almost certainly in 2003. My family (father, mother, older brother, and younger sister) used to spend three weeks every summer at a country house. The place belongs to my father, who has been an agricultural producer all his life. I mention this for context: it was a rural area, with a few nearby towns and even a shantytown that the government had set up a few kilometers away.

One day, my mother, for no apparent reason, began to feel extremely nervous and agitated. She told my father that we had to leave immediately. He agreed, so we packed our bags and returned to our home in the city. The following night—or perhaps the one after that—something terrible happened. A group of thieves arrived, tied up the foreman of the ranch, mistreated his family, and stole many things. Luckily, no one was injured or killed. But the first thing those criminals did was ask about “the bald guy with the truck” (haha) — my father.

We were saved, synchronistically and miraculously, from living through a horrifying experience, and I don’t know how it might have ended. Although it was all thanks to my dear mother’s intuition, it’s likely that her guardian angel, spiritual guide, and God—ultimately—made it happen that way.

[Johnnycomelately]

Posted by Irminsül (here)
Hello everyone! This happened many years ago — almost certainly in 2003. My family (father, mother, older brother, and younger sister) used to spend three weeks every summer at a country house. The place belongs to my father, who has been an agricultural producer all his life. I mention this for context: it was a rural area, with a few nearby towns and even a shantytown that the government had set up a few kilometers away.

One day, my mother, for no apparent reason, began to feel extremely nervous and agitated. She told my father that we had to leave immediately. He agreed, so we packed our bags and returned to our home in the city. The following night—or perhaps the one after that—something terrible happened. A group of thieves arrived, tied up the foreman of the ranch, mistreated his family, and stole many things. Luckily, no one was injured or killed. But the first thing those criminals did was ask about “the bald guy with the truck” (haha) — my father.

We were saved, synchronistically and miraculously, from living through a horrifying experience, and I don’t know how it might have ended. Although it was all thanks to my dear mother’s intuition, it’s likely that her guardian angel, spiritual guide, and God—ultimately—made it happen that way.

Hi Irminsüll. Does Argentina restrict firearms, like most countries besides the USA do? Canada here, and I feel for the ranch manager and his family, if that is so.

Feel I should mention, there are lots of tools for defence on a house scale. From slingshots to fire extinguishers, “water” balloons to whatever.

I hope it all turned out OK.

[Irminsül]

Posted by Johnnycomelately (here)

Posted by Irminsül (here)
Hello everyone! This happened many years ago — almost certainly in 2003. My family (father, mother, older brother, and younger sister) used to spend three weeks every summer at a country house. The place belongs to my father, who has been an agricultural producer all his life. I mention this for context: it was a rural area, with a few nearby towns and even a shantytown that the government had set up a few kilometers away.

One day, my mother, for no apparent reason, began to feel extremely nervous and agitated. She told my father that we had to leave immediately. He agreed, so we packed our bags and returned to our home in the city. The following night—or perhaps the one after that—something terrible happened. A group of thieves arrived, tied up the foreman of the ranch, mistreated his family, and stole many things. Luckily, no one was injured or killed. But the first thing those criminals did was ask about “the bald guy with the truck” (haha) — my father.

We were saved, synchronistically and miraculously, from living through a horrifying experience, and I don’t know how it might have ended. Although it was all thanks to my dear mother’s intuition, it’s likely that her guardian angel, spiritual guide, and God—ultimately—made it happen that way.

Hi Irminsüll. Does Argentina restrict firearms, like most countries besides the USA do? Canada here, and I feel for the ranch manager and his family, if that is so.

Feel I should mention, there are lots of tools for defence on a house scale. From slingshots to fire extinguishers, “water” balloons to whatever.

I hope it all turned out OK.

Hi Johnnycomelately! Yeah, there are restrictions here on carrying firearms.
In Argentina, you can’t just carry a gun — first you need to get a “legítimo usuario” license, which proves you’re trained, mentally fit, and have no criminal record. That involves a psychological test and a gun-safety course.
Then, if you actually want to carry the gun in public, you need a special “portation” permit, which is much harder to get and only applies to the specific gun and caliber you registered.
Both the license and the carry permit have to be renewed (usually every year) and come with fees. The government decides who qualifies and can deny it anytime.

That said, I should mention that in many rural areas people own guns and it’s not a big deal — the police don’t go around checking who has permits or not.

On the other hand, I know there are more “creative” ways to defend yourself, haha. But in a situation like the one I mentioned, I doubt that would’ve been the wisest move.

And I didn’t quite understand your last comment — I did say everything ended well, that no one was injured or killed. That was 22 years ago. My family never went back there for summer holidays after that. A couple of robberies happened later on at the ranch, but they didn’t involve violence against people — just thefts.

By the way, I’ll keep reading everyone’s personal stories later on to give some feedback and comments about what you shared. This is such a fascinating and beautiful topic.

[DNA]

I have a strange off kilter take on this, it could be titled WHEN ANGELS F#CK YOU UP.

At 18 I was stricken down with an affair. This was with a 36 year old woman. This lady was as crazy as I was young dumb and naive.
She was at the time, the worst thing that ever happened to me
It's only with hindsight that I see she was such a crazy monster that she made me more than willing to uproot and move across the country to escape her presence. This move altered my life forever

At 21 I was stricken down with Bells palsy. I lost all motor control over half my face. I had to quit my job.
Extremely self conscious about drooling and not being able to close my eye and wearing an eye patch I became a night time security guard.
I then began reading on a pale horse by William Cooper, the holographic universe by Talbot, Jane Roberts, Billy Meier, doing intense meditation and listening to art Bell.
I was a 21st century modern monk and I owed this all to bells palsy.

I have other examples.
But you get the picture.
Sometimes our angels have a design a plan and In order to obtain our adherence they have to f#ck us up a little bit.
Is this in opposition to free will? Or have we already given choice to this and armed a celestial oversight committee with a do what must be done over ride.

[Irminsül]

Hello DNA! What you say really hits me on a personal level... the only girlfriend I ever had in my entire life, for about 3 years or so, was someone who deeply threw me off balance. I don’t blame her — human beings are pretty complex (and complicated) creatures. She had a good heart, even though she was kind of crazy — similar to my own case, haha.

What you say is very true. It’s not unusual that very hard events in our lives lead us to make radical changes in our inner being and undergo transformations (or transubstantiations).

In 2016, I was driving back from German class (a language I never managed to learn, haha). While asserting my right of way at a roundabout, I accidentally cut off another car near me. In short: a few blocks later, that driver and I exchanged punches — something I never do; in fact, it was the only time in my life I ever let myself be carried away by violence in such a situation. I ended up with an affected eye. To this day, a faint floater drifts in my left eye, something I’ve grown used to. But at the time, it affected me deeply.

I learned a great life lesson from that experience — actually, more than one.

Almost three years ago, my beloved little sister took her own life at 28. Just tonight, a few hours ago, I was crying, remembering her. I’m doing quite well with the grieving process, but even so, life can sometimes be very harsh. Or we simply feel it’s unfair. That makes many people think that God or anything higher than us doesn’t exist — neither angels nor Pleiadians nor whatever else. As for me, when it comes to suffering and life, I know that, unfortunately, it’s a fundamental part of this human experience. There’s a beautiful and poetic phrase in the Bible: “Gold is purified by fire, and we, by suffering.” Ecclesiasticus 2:5–7. It’s more than evident that this is true.

Let me share something related to astronomy connected to this: gold forms under extremely energetic and violent conditions in the cosmos.

Cosmic origin: Gold atoms are created when massive stars explode in supernovas or when two neutron stars collide.

Arrival on Earth: Some of that stellar material traveled through space as dust and meteorites, which became part of the early Earth during its formation.

Geological concentration: On Earth, gold becomes concentrated through magmatic and hydrothermal processes, where hot fluids dissolve and deposit it in quartz veins or sediments as they cool.

So gold comes from the stars (suns). In theosophy there’s the concept of Solar Angels, and in anthroposophy too: Rudolf Steiner teaches that there are hierarchies of spiritual beings — Angels, Archangels, Archai, Exusiai (Spirits of Form), Dynamis, Kyriotetes, Thrones, Cherubim, and Seraphim.
Within that scale, some beings are “solar” because they act from the spiritual Sun — the center where the Cosmic Christ dwells.
Steiner says that the Sun is not only a physical sphere but a dwelling of higher spiritual beings.
Among those beings are angels and archangels who work with the force of the Sun, transmitters of Christic light.
These are sometimes called “solar angels” or “solar spirits” (Sonnenwesen, Sonnenengel).

I mentioned all this because, in my understanding, the Biblical phrase is real. We humans purify ourselves through suffering until we reach a point where we no longer need to incarnate. From there, we become beings of pure energy belonging to one of the Angelic Hierarchies I mentioned. That’s when we become suns — symbolically and literally speaking — and we are the ones who give rise to the existence of gold on the physical plane. It’s a complex and circular exercise in thought, so to speak. But I see a connection between the Biblical phrase, gold, radiance, the Light that fills the universe, the Christic path of suffering and redemption of each person, and many more magnificent and beautiful concepts.

In nature itself, fires later serve to make the grass, herbs, and shrubs grow back stronger. Destruction sometimes brings new life.

[Irminsül]

And speaking of these subjects, I’ll leave you with a poetic, profound, and glorious text that was received by Edgardo Marranti (an Argentine contactee I’ve known since I was 18). This message was given to him by the Cosmic Brothers, for humanity:

The Cross, is the reality of eternal life, to be traversed by means of your ignored path, but of future crystallization. The Cross hangs between your eyes, toward your life it sways and in your realization it merges. You are your cross and toward your rebirth you head, it is the intimate union of your lower and higher parts, in perfect channeling toward the ever current and infinite overcoming. From you it flows to redeem itself again, from your own proceeding, from your own being in continuous relation of unified coexistence, universal, toward all and from all. Thus producing the real christification of yourself in absolute harmony with your creator, Your Father, “GOD”, nourishing yourself from him in all your splendor, from the flame that teaches by its own glow, from the one who sacrificed everything of himselfor the great Divine ideal, the supreme ideal, the love without barriers, the offering without expecting, the sinking in order to resurface, the one who launches himself to fly loving everything, and who by means of this love blossoms, because he forgot himself and remembered the others. Because he opened himself and upon opening he died, upon dying he resurrected, upon resurrecting winged he rose, upon rising he carried his cross and his cross in GOD was transformed, to shoot out like a lesson-giving arrow toward the dark levels of redemption from where he resurrected, “CHRIST RETURNED”
Forever the future hosts will be reborn!

And here I’m sharing a thread I made about Edgardo some time ago.

https://projectavalon.net/forum4/sho...tine-contactee

[Mark (Star Mariner)]

Posted by Victoria (here)
Almost like we were viewing a still frame from another era.

Have you considered you might have been? That old-fashioned truck, its occupants frozen, is very reminiscent of a time-slip event.

I have to say, reading your account, that you encountered something very extraordinary. I can't begin to imagine what. You stared death in the eye and walked away unscathed. That doesn't happen very often. For many, like those who have posted on this thread, it might be once in a lifetime. You did it three times in half an hour. It's like a sequence from a Final Destination movie! I think, that day, the angels did more than lend a hand. They pulled out all the stops!