When being raised by my solidly conservative parents, people I can confidently declare members of Tom Brokow’s Greatest Generation, they advised me never to discuss politics or religion in polite society. Simply not done, was the lore.
Polite society. What’s that? If one were to believe one’s lying eyes, there is none left to be found. Rights activists decry Christianity, protesters loudly chant against Muslimism, the social media is infested with Russian hackers bound to stir America’s pot, a pot that simmers a stew of discontent which people avidly read and believe. It’s a free-for-all out there. Uncontrolled kids feel free to sass and punch a teacher. Respect has become perverted. Others pick up a gun and run amok.
TV flouts violence – it’s a culture of “Monkey See, Monkey Do.
And the spirit of man goes begging.
So that opens the door to one of my favorite subjects, the Guardian Angel. You think you don’t have one? Think again.
Unless you’re so ba-a-a-d you think only evil, you surely have one. Don’t believe it? Doesn’t matter if you believe it or not.
Hovering behind the scenes, waiting to step in where he can, you have one.
Think of it this way. You are equipped with a guidance system from the cosmos, a.k.a. your inner voice, your intuition. Some avow prods from the Holy Spirit. You know, those scalp prickling moments when your inner alarm says “Blrrrt, blrrrt, don’t get in that elevator!” – and if you’re smart you don’t. Pity the ninny who wasn’t paying attention, or wasn’t tuned in, or shook off the warning with a frowning, self-admonished “Don’t be silly,” – and maybe ends up robbed, raped or dead.
Not all help is all that dramatic. And I contend we folk are meant to be angels to each other. I will share a recent encounter of my own. Right there in a Safeway parking lot. You’ll swear I’m crazy, but here goes.
The Tucson afternoon was smoking hot – so hot that when I fell and subsequently slid off my shoes to try to get up more easily, the tarmac wanted to sear my feet.
My husband was a handy grab; I had clawed him down with me. We both roundly thwhacked our sacroliacs; somehow a hips and shins got into the mix. Voicing dreadful pain, groaning on the hot oily blacktop, I figured this was it. Yep – finally my old seasoned bones had broken and I would need to plaster up and be put in traction. After a long life of damage-free tree falls, ski spills, and stair stumbles, woe woe woe the luck had surely run out. Arthritic points of contact were screaming at me. I hollered back.
My unladylike yowl had drawn a small crowd; “Are you ok, lady?”
“NO,” I sputtered, wailing.
Cell phones came out of pockets to dial 911.
Then something most extraordinary happened. A stranger appeared and stood over me. Quickly he crouched down and placed one hand on my shoulder, taking my head in his other, and brought his face close to mine. As if by silent mandate, I placed my hand behind his head. His eyes locked onto mine; his penetrating gaze filled my consciousness, and an odd warmth.
He commanded, “Let the Peace flow in.” Again he said, “Let Peace come in.”
And so I did, and it did. Peace, the peace that “passeth all understanding,” swept through me, and pain vanished into nothing. How could this be? Remarkably, I was all right.
Someone’s arms came behind me to lock and lift me up, but I exclaimed “NO! NO! I‘m too heavy!” Never mind – I was absolutely ignored. Behind my back, unseen arms grabbed under my armpits, in front of me my husband’s hands took mine, and in a rush, like a weightless feather, I was whished upright and standing.
I looked about to find my Helper – he was nowhere. NO where.
I wasn’t left unmarked by our fall. I say “our” because as surely as my coccyx thumped the tarmac, so did my poor husband’s when I pulled him down with me. But he didn’t hit as hard.
Today I peer at fading black bruises and ponder the man who was there, and wasn’t.
And I reflect on that healing peace.
My guardian angel stepped in for me.
I know what I know.
What a wonderful story. Thanks for sharing it.
I’m well aware of my guardian angle, too.
Abrazos fuertes, Dean 🙏👋🏻❤️
Words of strength, Michelee. Sorry to hear of the event, but glad you are back upright.
My eyes are welled up in tears, Michelee..first, because you and Hal both suffered what could have been a MUCH more severe fall (and I had NO idea that had occurred) and that frightened me; also, because I’m overwhelmed at the way God reminds us (with angels or whatever He chooses) that He is here for us, He loves us and He is in charge. I’m sorry you are bruised and banged up, but I sure am happy you’re not more seriously hurt!
You have had a profound spiritual experience. You should look up Eckankar in your area and read a little book called “Ancient Wisdom for Today”. I love stories like this one and have my own. Sorry we did not connect in Boston. The luncheon was very nice. Martha Dunbar was there along with one other 99 at our table. Anne Baddour was there also at another. She seemed rather vague and looks quite aged. Fortunately I do not yet. But I can no longer walk very well. Will go to Philadelphia on the 4th. Maybe see you there?? Much love, Billie
So sad to miss you Billie. I will not travel to PA – if you are, enjoy!
Thank you for enjoying my sharing – in these troubled days it’s nice to know there’s more and better, no?
Much love – M
I believe! My guardian angel has intervened several times to help me out of a jam.
Glad to know you and Hal are not seriously injured!
Michaelee,thanks for sharing. I have one also ,amazing just amazing.
Tell us, Bonnie!
A great story with great comments.
Powerful, moving and instructive.
And very cool!
Whether it’s a Guardian Angel or a strong intuition or inner voice– there does seem to be something there that we need to listen to. Being tuned in and following that voice has helped me several times. I am glad you both came out mostly unscathed from the incident and glad your ” angel” was there to help you!
Peace that oasseth all understanding.
I do think we all have that guardian angel watching over us, but only a few of us recognize it. Your having that experience was proof for you. I’m glad you and Hal weathered it well and that you’re ok.
Who WAS that masked man?
Angels and super-heroes are all around us; some in plain sight, others more phantasmagorical…Maybe we could even read something into where you fell…the “Safe Way…” Lucky, you were, indeed. Thanks for the beautiful story, well told. Love, Todd “David Nyro” G.