Angels in the Clouds
I was living in a small town in Texas. To unwind after work, I would always take a drive out in the country, traveling mostly on back roads. This activity was heightened in the summer months when I could watch the many mighty thunderstorms pass through the area. One evening I was heading west toward the sunset (unsurpassed in Texas) with a weak thunderstorm moving in just north of the setting sun. The two natural phenomena together was such a beautiful sight with such gorgeous deep color that I stopped my car and stepped outside to gain a better view. My attention was at once caught by a gray patch of scud clouds drifting in from the storm that were illuminated by the sun's rays. I could see the forms of a whole host of angels. This was more than a case of vivid imagination. I saw such detail of every angel's face. I could see their profiles and their hair and and their wings. It was as if they were using the cloud vapor to show themselves to me. It was so real. It was not my imagination. - Angelhdhipster
He had the most gorgeous wings, and when he giggled his wings fluttered up and down. I couldn't talk much or understand many words, but he "told" me - like he sent a message directly into my mind - that everything would be okay.
Blue Angel in the Wall
I've lived in a very abusive, very uncaring, very unemotional, very messed up family all my life. I believe I have an angel (or two) that sometimes comes to comfort me, or sends others to help me when I'm at my darkest moments. This is the first time I saw my angel: When I was around a year old, I was at a huge family get-together with five generations of my mom's family. I was passed off in the living room with some family members, who didn't care about me and acted like I wasn't there. I was positioned in front of a wall with my back toward everyone. I learned early on to try my best not to make any noise while the TV was on, or not make any noise so I wouldn't get into any more trouble. I remember sitting directly in front of a wall, and I couldn't take my eyes off of the wall. I felt like I was being pulled into place and held in front of the wall. I had been staring at it awhile when I saw a figure in the wall. I was seeing a man's face, shoulders and wings in the background. Every part of him I was seeing had a light bluish tint to it. He had a very pretty face, like he was in his 20s. His eyes were a darker shade of blue than the rest of him, and he had medium-long hair flowing around him. This may sound like I'm describing a female, but I know it's male. He was smiling and giggling with me as I smiled and giggled back. He had the most gorgeous wings, and when he giggled his wings fluttered up and down. I couldn't talk much or understand many words, but he "told" me - like he sent a message directly into my mind - that everything would be okay. Then my mom snatched me up and we went home. I've been in my angel's presence many times. Once when I was hiding from my mom in my locked room (the lock was eventually torn off by my father), I was crying on my bed with my back to the door. I felt a warm breeze over my shoulder and I "heard" very clearly in my mind my name, spoken by a man's voice. I sat up and turned right around and saw only a light bluish glow fading away. I know my angel was in my room with me trying to talk to me. If I hadn't turned around, I believe he would have said more. My angel has also helped me discover my past lives. I don't know exactly how, but I know exactly what song was on the radio, and what part of the song it was on. Since the radio was on, I think I died in a car crash. At the darkest part of my life, my angel "showed" me the song I had died to, and as soon as I heard that song (I had never heard of it before), I had to sit down. My entire body was numb and tingling, and I began seeing parts of my past life. I had never even heard of the song or the band before that, and now I play one of their CDs whenever I'm feeling down and I get cheered right up. I believe my angel showed me this music as a way for me to cope when he's not around. - Tasha
Angel at My Bedside
On the Morning of March 31, 1987, around 3:00 a.m., as I slept alone in my apartment, I was aroused by three very gentle tugs of my bed covers by the foot area of the bed. I had my bed covers up around my neck, which is how I always sleep. I did not awaken, but was aware of something. I guess I fell back to sleep, but the same three gentle tugs came again. I again was aroused, but again did not open my eyes. The third time the tugging happened, I was aroused enough to turn around to my right and open my eyes. What I saw was a most beautiful man standing, now away from my bed, by the side of my bedroom wall. A white light surrounded him from head to foot. All I could see of his skin were his hands and face, which were a dark bronze color. He was not looking at or facing me now, but was facing my open living room door. As I stared at him, I took in his garment. He was wearing the most beautiful long white robe. He had a sash around his waist of the same color, but about six inches high. The white robe was a color white that I remember as so beautiful that I had never seen such a beautiful cloth before. He had a white turban wrapped around his head, which covered all hair. He stood very straight and his arms were straight down by his side. What a beautiful face he had. He had to have been almost eight feet tall. I say that because my ceilings in that apartment were at least that high, and he almost reached the ceiling. He said, "Do not be afraid. It is the voice of God. Read Isaiah, man of the patient realm." At this point, I do not know how he got from the wall to the side of my bed, but somehow he was right there. He reached out his mighty arms as he bent over coming down, as if he were going to pick me up - which is exactly what he did. All of a sudden, I was cradled in his arms, but I now felt as if I was just a little baby, cradled in the arms of her mother, wrapped in a warm blanket. Then I heard a noise that sounded like a whizzing sound, and we were moving in that sound. Then we were standing on a very rich and beautiful earth, which somehow I could seem to feel with what seemed now to be bare feet. We were in what seemed like a marketplace of some kind. There were others walking around like him, in the same white robes; some were alone and some were walking in twos. We were facing a booth, which resembled a booth at a carnival. Inside the booth were three rows high of large hand-crafted vessels. He then said to me, standing on my right side, "Choose something." I said, "I don't have any money." He answered, "You don't need money here. Everything is free." At this point I remember hearing that same whizzing sound and we again seemed to be moving at a great speed. Now we were again standing by the same side of my bed. He very slowly began to lean over, with me in his arms, again feeling like a child cradled in a warm blanket. He leaned over and carefully and very gently placed me back into my body. I could now feel my body in the bed, and he was gone. I thought about it for a while, because it all happened so fast. Realizing that something happened, I got up out of bed and turned on a nightlight to write down "Isaiah, man of the patient realm." For the next few days I read the book of Isaiah. I found out that God is real, and that he heard all my cries for help and proof that he was indeed there. - Kathy D.
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