An Angel Held My Hand: Inspiring True Stories of the Afterlife. Jacky Newcomb
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are scared or our lives are in danger. We see our angels sitting on the end of the bed, or they appear in dreams. Sometimes we see them when we are unconscious or shortly before or after an operation. Our angels are around to reassure us and help to save our lives. Their job is to protect us and watch over us. Many religions and cultures around the world believe in God’s angels in one form or another.
Many hospital stories that people share with me include the ‘mysterious’ nurse, doctor or hospital visitor who sits by the bed or appears each day. The strange thing is that no one else can see this devoted figure (not usually, anyway). As soon as we are well again they disappear into the night as if they had never been there at all.
When we are in an altered state of consciousness, sleeping or even unconscious, strangely enough it is easier for our celestial friends to reach out to us. It’s at this time that we are most likely to see them. Don’t ever think that this is the only time that they are around us, though. Our winged angels and our special loved ones in heaven are always with us, working quietly in the background. They always have our best interests in mind—even if we don’t always feel they do. They help where they can—sometimes when they are not supposed to! They love us and support us in more ways than you can imagine.
Sometimes we recognize our special helpers as people we have known in the past and at other times we don’t recognize our saviours at all. However, as already mentioned, even when angels try to visit us ‘in disguise’, they nearly always give themselves away by their unusual appearance. Of course the wings are a dead giveaway, but not everyone is lucky enough to see them. I do believe they show them more for our benefit than their own!
I’d like to share some special stories with you.
Rose Quartz Comfort
Susan is from England and the events in her story happened a couple of years ago. It concerned her father, who passed over in 1972. She wrote to me:
I’m in the habit of wearing a pink rose quartz stone next to my skin—in my bra! I’d read somewhere that wearing one next to or near the heart was calming and this proved to be the case with me. So it had been a habit for quite some time, a year or more, to wear a rose quartz crystal like that. I’d worn it for so long in fact, I felt ‘undressed’ without it.
This particular day after work I went clothes shopping. I’d seen a couple of tops I liked, so popped into the fitting room to try them on.
I always change out of my work clothes when I get home and that day was no different. That’s when I noticed the rose quartz had gone. I imagine it had slipped out of my bra in the changing room.
It may sound strange, but I was quite distraught over this, as I had definitely felt more peaceful and calm since wearing the rose quartz. I hunted high and low in the house, but knew in my heart that it would be sitting on the floor of the changing room.
A couple of days passed and I still I felt upset at losing the crystal. It wasn’t an easy thing to replace, either, because it meant driving into the next town to buy another one.
Then in the evening just after 9 p.m. I was sitting on the sofa with my feet up and the lights off when all of a sudden I heard something drop just by my legs onto the floor. It sounded similar to what a stone might sound like when dropped onto a wooden floor. I looked to see what it could be and there, right by the sofa, was my rose quartz stone! It just seemed to have dropped out of midair! I knew it hadn’t been there before because I have the wooden flooring that is so popular now and I would have definitely seen or walked on it in the days since I’d lost it.
I couldn’t believe my eyes and absolutely knew my dad had picked up my vibes and found it and delivered it back to me. I felt so emotional that tears came to my eyes, thanks to the wondrous knowledge that my dad was in the room with me. Although I couldn’t see him, I just felt him there with me.
Since then I have lost this stone again and had to replace it with a new one. Months later I found it again, though, on my garden path. It was lying there as clear as day. There is no way I could have missed it before if it had lain there for months. My dad at work again!
I loved this story and it reminded me of a similar experience of my own when I’d lost one of a pair of gold hooped earrings that I’d been given as an eighteenth birthday present and had asked my angels if they would try and find it for me. The next morning there it was, lying on the windowsill with the other one!
Isn’t it strange how our angels and angelic loved ones can do these things? I guess in the future we’ll have a scientific explanation for it, but for now it’s just a little bit of magic!
A Visit from an Angel during an Operation
Sue isn’t someone who likes to draw attention to herself. In fact when she first shared her story with me I wanted to include it in a magazine article and she asked to remain anonymous—as she does here. Sue is her real name, though. She is in her forties, but of course she could live anywhere in the whole world and I’ll let that bit be our ‘little secret’!
Sue wrote to me after searching the internet for information about angels. So many people around the world have experienced these special beings of light and want to discover a little more, and the internet can be the perfect way of finding out. Sue is one of these people and was kind enough to share her own special angel visit with me.
It all began with a trip to hospital. She told me, ‘I hadn’t been well for over a year and after many hospital visits they discovered I had a large fibroid which had to be removed.’
Sue wasn’t worried, as she had already been to hospital a few times for similar operations. The hospital was familiar to her and she wasn’t particularly concerned about the operation itself.
Strangely, however, on the morning of the operation, just an hour before she was due to have her fibroid removed, Sue felt the urge to walk down to the pay phone and ring her husband and her mother. Something felt different this time and when she walked back to her bed after making her calls, she had the strangest feeling that she had just said goodbye to her loved ones. An ominous cloud descended on her and she found it hard to shake it off. She explained:
I’m normally such a positive person and I was worried that I was thinking like that, so in my mind I asked for the spirits of my deceased father and brother to look after me. I just wanted to know that someone was watching out for me.
Sue went ahead with the operation and just a few hours later woke up to find herself back on the ward with her husband by her side. As she opened her eyes she said hello to her husband and then something distracted her over by the window. She was stunned, she told me, to see ‘a beautiful male angel’ looking in her direction.
The angel began to move away almost immediately and in a panic Sue asked him to stay, but he told her, ‘You don’t need me anymore. You are OK,’ and with that he simply flew away!
Right away Sue told her husband about her vision, but he simply laughed and put it down to the medication. But Sue already felt so much better she was ready to get up. The nurses told her, ‘You must stay in bed,’ but she had other ideas: ‘I told them I realized I had been cut from one side of my hip to the other and it did hurt to move, but I still felt so well!’
In fact she was moving about so quickly after the operation that it soon became clear to everyone that something unusual had happened.
The next morning Sue had a phone call from the surgeon:
He asked me how I was and if he could come and see me. I got up, washed and waited. When he came to the ward he was quite excited and seemed genuinely surprised to see me up and about. I told him, ‘I feel so well.’
He explained that the surgical team had actually removed a 12lb fibroid that had been attached to my organs and spine. It had been so big that it had had to be cut away a little at a time. The surgeon told me they had all been amazed at how well I had been functioning once they had opened me up and seen the size of the fibroid.
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