An Angel Held My Hand: Inspiring True Stories of the Afterlife. Jacky Newcomb
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have been so well. Someone has been watching over you.’
I laughed to myself and thought, ‘If only you knew about my angel!’
The surgeon had made a throwaway comment, but in fact the angel had been there the whole time watching over Sue. No wonder she had felt so well—she had experienced a little divine intervention!
Angel Blessings
This next story is from writer Michelle Jones. She told me:
I suppose I would describe myself as a sceptical believer. Just because I’ve had psychic and paranormal experiences throughout my life doesn’t mean that I accept everything at face value. In fact I like to thoroughly investigate each experience to try to find a ‘rational’ explanation. Some things, however, defy that rational interpretation.
In October 2004, Michelle was given the horrific news that she had breast cancer. After treatment, she says:
Although my physical body was recovering (I am now recovered and clear, God willing), my psychic and spiritual self was in trouble. I felt cut off and abandoned.
But Michelle hadn’t been abandoned and had an unusual visitation shortly afterwards. She told me:
One night in June 2005 I awoke around 2.30 a.m. to see what appeared to be two glowing heads floating next to the bedroom wall about six feet away from me. They were each about the size of a football and had glowing tendrils waving away underneath them (a bit like a jellyfish). As we always have a window and a curtain open at night and there is a streetlight that shines through the window, I immediately assumed that this was an effect caused by light and shadows through the net curtains. However, I was having difficulties with sorting out in my head how these images were made up and so in the end I had to get up and really look.
Michelle was totally confused, as most people would be:
First I went over to the windows and wiggled the curtains about and then I tried opening the window further or shutting it completely. This did not have any effect, so I returned to my side of the bed and discovered, to my amazement, that the heads appeared to be three-dimensional! Still, I wondered if maybe I was not fully awake, so I nipped off to the bathroom, turned the light on to make sure I was definitely conscious and then returned to the bedroom. The heads were still there! I stood and stared at them for some time and although I could not make out any features, I was given the impression that these were faces looking back at me. At no time was I afraid of these glowing faces; in fact I felt quite at ease.
Eventually Michelle went back to bed and to sleep. Nothing else happened that night.
The following night I woke up again around the same time, but this time there was no sign of the phenomenon and I could not recreate it by twitching the curtain or moving things around to create shadows.
But this wasn’t the end of the story:
I saw the heads on one more occasion and then a couple of nights later I woke up and found them hovering near the wall above my head! I do believe that these were angels sent to reassure me that I would regain my connections to spirit and to my psychic senses. It was a relief to know that I was not alone during this time.
Since those memorable few nights in June, I feel as though I have suddenly signed up for a sort of ‘spiritual broadband’, having been on ‘dial up’ all these years!
I would like to pass on this message to others who are dealing with difficult times in their lives. Angels and those in spirit are always watching over us and if you ask for help it will be given, though you may need to listen for the reply.
Thanks, Michelle! I couldn’t have put it better myself. It’s great to know that when she needed that support in her life she was literally shown that she was not alone. And isn’t it strange that people seem unafraid of any sort of angelic light formation? You would automatically assume that fear would be a part of the experience, but I’ve discovered that it rarely is.
‘An Angel Held My Hand’
Susan is from England. She lost her lovely dad in March 1972. His death was very unexpected. She shared her story with me:
Dad was only 55 when he died. I was married at the time, but it was before my children came along. My son, Jon, was born two years later and my daughter, Nicky, followed in 1978.
The birth of my daughter was not an easy one. The doctors decided that I needed to have an emergency Caesarean and after 12 hours of labour I was ready to be knocked out, but something went terribly wrong and I didn’t lose consciousness straight away. I’ve since learned this was a common occurrence at that time. I remember a nurse checking my eyelids and saying I was out, but I wasn’t. I desperately tried to convey to her with my eyes that I was totally aware of what was happening, but she didn’t understand because I was immobilized by relaxant drugs. I actually felt the scalpel slice me open and it was the most horrific pain I’d ever felt in my entire life. It was so unbelievably severe that I remember praying to God for death and so oblivion—anything to get away from the pain.
That’s when it happened. Suddenly everything went black. I seemed to be drawn into a swirling tunnel with strange music and almost immediately I was aware of my dad speaking to me. I could feel his presence and was stunned that I was meeting up with him again. I remember asking him for proof of the afterlife and also asking him if he was happy.
Dad provided the proof with the words to a popular song at that time. Don’t ask me how I knew, but I was certain the words were correct and we sang the song together and somehow were accompanied by the music too! Other proofs were provided, as well.
But no sooner had we met up then it was over. I was back in the tunnel again, but this time I was being drawn back out. I could once again hear the strange tunnel music and then I was aware of the nurse leaning over me and checking my eyelids and trying to bring me round. She kept telling me that I had a beautiful baby daughter, but I was unable to react to the news. It felt as though she was on the other side of a veil—close yet far away.
Then I was aware that Dad was walking beside me as they were wheeling me out of the theatre. I could feel him holding my hand as he was walking beside the trolley. I was in so much pain that I was pleading with him to let me go with him, but I knew I was being sent back. Then it felt that I had been ‘pinged’ back to reality and right away he was gone. And for the life of me I couldn’t remember the words to the song or what the other proofs had been.
The nurse was still trying to bring me round by telling me about my daughter. Apparently the medical staff had been aware that I had been ‘somewhere else’ and she asked me who I had been talking to. I told her it was my dad who had passed over some years before. The look on her face was priceless!
This was the beginning of many spiritual wonders concerning my dad. I am closer to him now than I was at any time during his lifetime and when I’m going through rough patches and want answers I know he will come to me either in dreams or I will feel his presence around me, which gives me a lovely glow and feeling of great peace.
I’ll never forget the day my special ‘angel’ held my hand.
Smoking Can Kill
This next ‘angel’ was a little more forceful than most. This story is from Gillian in Germany:
I once read that we have free will, but maybe not in everything.
I gave up smoking a few years back and then shortly afterwards started up again. My mum wasn’t happy that I’d started smoking again. She thought I was stupid! One Sunday she was over and she just looked at me and said, ‘You will die if you don’t give up smoking. You know that “upstairs” isn’t happy.’ (I guess she meant God.) She seemed so serious, but I told her that the choice was mine and I could smoke if I wanted to.
Well, I went to light up a cigarette and I could not put it to my lips—it just would not go. Then I started to