An Angel Held My Hand: Inspiring True Stories of the Afterlife. Jacky Newcomb
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So many people have written to tell me about their own lifesaving experiences with both their human ‘family’ of ‘angels’ and the winged variety. Angelic contact really is going on all around us. Children, too, have amazing stories to tell of their own contact with loved ones who have died and their own foresights into the future and insights into the past. There is so much magic in our lives and so many of us are guilty of walking around with blinkers on. We miss things that are right in front of our nose.
I want to open your eyes to the wonders that are all around you. So many children want to be like Harry Potter and perform magic. So many of us want to live in a world where miracles exist. But what if I told you that we already can and they already do?
I know that you’ll enjoy the angelic wisdom, messages and amazing lifesaving adventures in this book. By the end you’re sure to be a believer!
For he shall give his angels charge over thee to keep thee in all thy ways.
Psalm 91:11
On a French motorway one day a car leaped the central reservation and hit a car on the other side of the road—head on. That car flipped over and over on the motorway, tossing the passengers around like clothes in a dryer. The box of wine that they had picked up at the airport flew up into the air and loose bottles started smashing around them. Open bags of food and make-up from the handbag on the floor of the back seat deposited their contents all over the car and then later, when it came to a halt, lay along the length of the carriageway as the car began to collapse like an empty cardboard box.
My sister Debbie had been in the back seat of that car. Sitting next to her had been her husband of two years and in the driving seat and front passenger seat had been their friends, a husband and wife. They had been on their way to visit another English couple who had made their home in France. It wasn’t the first time they had visited them, but this time it turned out to be a very different journey.
My sister told me later about how she felt as the car rolled over. She said, ‘I knew I was being protected. I knew I would survive, but I wasn’t sure if my friends would make it.’
The car landed on its roof. Inside, everyone was hanging upside down by their seatbelts.
In the front one of my sister’s friends said, ‘Is everyone OK?’ The silence, she said afterwards, seemed to go on and on. The other passengers were too deeply shocked to reply. Were they OK?
‘Yes,’ someone said eventually, and then another, then another…
Cars were driving past the accident and it was important to get out of the car as quickly as possible. People can do extraordinary things in times of danger. Strength appears from nowhere. Someone kicked in a window and the seatbelts were unlocked, resulting in the inevitable: everyone landing on their heads. Unbelievably, all four of them walked away from the crash with little more than cuts and bruises.
The woman who had hit them in her car was also fine, as were her young children, who had been in the car with her. Language difficulties then caused problems, but after several hours, still in shock, the group continued their journey. Eventually they arrived safely at their destination and fell into the waiting arms of their friends.
A type of calm had surrounded Debbie as the accident happened. ‘No one screamed,’ she said, ‘no one yelled.’
I remember receiving a photograph on my mobile phone just minutes after the crash—she had taken a photograph of the accident and mailed it over—and then hearing her voice saying, ‘I’ve been in a serious accident, but I’m OK. I just wanted to speak to someone. In fact we’re all OK…’
Not wanting to worry anyone by ringing in the early hours of the morning, I left it until first light before I informed the rest of the family. ‘They’re all OK,’ I reassured everyone, and each of us took it in turns to telephone Debbie and see how the group was doing. When losing your life seems so close, all you want to do is be with those you love, and failing that, a telephone call is the closest thing to hand. The more you can talk about it, the better.
Later the following afternoon I contacted a close family friend and explained what had happened. ‘I know…’ she said simply.
Rather bizarrely, her daughter had dreamed the whole thing. In the dream she had been a passenger in a car with her mother and they had driven past the mangled wreck of a car on the motorway. Her mother had told her, ‘Don’t look, because it’s either Aunty Jacky or Aunty Debbie!’
At the time my sister and I looked very alike. She has naturally blonde hair and I’d recently lightened mine. Even people who knew us both very well had been muddling us up since my change of hair colour. Could this young girl really have seen the accident as it happened—probably at the exact moment—in her dream? I believe she did.
That wasn’t the only paranormal experience relating to this story. Many months later my sister began having the dream visitations from my father-in-law Jack that I have already mentioned. He started to accompany her in the car as well. Driving along one day, she heard his voice clairvoyantly as he communicated with her from the other side of life. He called himself her ‘driving angel’ and she asked him, ‘Were you with us the day of the accident?’ He told her that he was and that he had surrounded the car with a white light of protection. This protection was what my sister had felt in the car, along with the knowledge that she was going to be OK. When she asked Jack why he had told her about it, he answered, ‘Because I can!’
I’ve heard Jack myself when I’ve been driving. I swear it was his voice I heard one day telling me to pull over as I drove my four-wheel drive up to a narrow bridge. Moments later a white van clipped my wing mirror and I knew for sure that had I been just a little bit further over towards the middle of the road I would have been involved in a head-on collision. Jack’s urgent voice saved me from an accident that day and potentially a serious injury. He was my angel that day!
This experience is typical of the stories that people share with me. A large percentage of these relate to people feeling that their lives have been saved by angels—both the winged variety and our loved ones on the other side of life—and so often this happens when they are in the car.
Our cars are so important to us. They get us to where we need to go. They give us the freedom to explore our world and be with the people we love, but they can also be very dangerous. In the wrong hands, or when conditions dictate, they can become lethal weapons. Maybe that’s why so many angels sit with us when we drive?
Another reason for ‘car angel’ stories being so very numerous is that when we drive our mind is relaxed and therefore more able to receive messages from our angels. That meditative state that we sometimes get into when we are driving a familiar route is the perfect opportunity for our angels to reach in and communicate with us. That contact is very likely to be when our angels are providing us with inspiration or suggestions for life problems, but it can also involve them saving our very lives. Part of our angels’ job is to protect us from harm. Your angels are certainly with you when you drive, as these stories illustrate.
A Mystery Voice
Lara Wells is from the UK. She is the editor and owner of the publication The Psychic Voice, so it’s clear that she knows for sure that there is more to life than what we can see, feel and hear! Here is Lara’s terrifying story:
On 14 February, our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband and I were travelling to view a house. Following an accident five months earlier my car had been replaced with an exact duplicate, a silver Vauxhall Tigra. My nerves had been frayed by the accident, but my spirit was willing to continue to travel by road. On this particular journey I was a passenger