I believe for every drop of rain that falls a flower grows I believe that somewhere in the darkest night a candle glows I believe for everyone who goes astray Someone will come to show the way I believe, I believe I believe above the storm the smallest prayer will still be heard I believe that someone in the great somewhere hears every word Every time I hear a newborn baby cry or touch a leaf or see the sky Then I know why I believe Every time I hear a newborn baby cry or touch a leaf or see the sky Then I know why I believe (why I believe)
LOVE AND BLESSINGS
Angels are everywhere...We feel their presence even in spirit...Angels are faithful to the power of good...Angels fill our lives with love and hope...There are always Angels near...Believe!
Golden Feathers
Rarely, you may come across a golden feather, which may be equated with the crown chakra (normally white but also gold). This is a spiritual chakra. The feather may be golden-brown or golden-yellow, and may mean abundance or even enlightenment. Imagine a pillar of golden light flowing into your body from the above spiritual realms. It could be interpreted to mean limitless, spirituality, or non-judgment. You may be ascending or truly letting in the light. There aren't many of these feathers around, maybe the golden eagle is one example
Angelic encounters are profound and transformative experiences that often leave a lasting impact on those who experience them. Whether they come as a whisper in a time of need, a miraculous intervention, or a comforting presence in a moment of despair, these encounters remind us of the divine presence that surrounds us. Sharing these stories can offer inspiration, hope, and comfort to others who may be seeking a deeper connection with the spiritual realm. In this article, we will explore several personal and collected stories of angelic encounters, illustrating the many ways angels can touch our lives.
The Guiding Light in the Storm
Story of Rebecca: One dark and stormy night, Rebecca was driving home from work, struggling to see through the torrential rain. The storm was so severe that she could barely make out the road ahead. Suddenly, her car hit a patch of water and began to hydroplane, spinning out of control. Just as she thought she was going to crash, a warm, calming presence enveloped her, and she heard a gentle voice say, “You’re safe, just let go.” Trusting the voice, Rebecca took her hands off the steering wheel, and miraculously, the car came to a stop without hitting anything.
Later, Rebecca realized that the voice she heard and the presence she felt could only have been her guardian angel. The encounter left her feeling deeply comforted and protected, knowing that she was never truly alone, even in the most frightening moments.
Takeaway: This story highlights how angels can intervene in moments of danger, providing guidance and protection when we need it most. It serves as a reminder to trust in the unseen forces that watch over us, especially in times of crisis.
A fight is going on inside me," said an old man to his son. "It is a terrible fight between two wolves. One wolf is evil. He is anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other wolf is good. he is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. The same fight is going on inside you." The son thought about it for a minute and then asked, "Which wolf will win?" The old man replied simply, "The one you feed.
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Wendy Mass (Jeremy Fink and the Meaning of Life)
When i close my eyes i see peace, i n my mind, not war. when i close my eyes i see the hope and joy that could have been. when i close my eyes. i see love and unity between people of different races. when i close my eyes .i see myself flying above the mountains looking down, through the eyes of an Eagle. and as i am flying i can see the sea and i am still looking through the eyes of an Eagle. when i close my eyes. i see the stars above when i close my eyes i see children happy Not sad. or scared. i see them playing together not fighting one another. i see no war. why cant we all close our eyes and see peace and love and hope and joy?not hate.
Back in 1980, Deb was a single mother with two infants living in San Bernardino County, California. She occasionally needed reliable babysitters.
Fortunately, her parents lived only about 30 miles away in Alta Loma. Deb would usually drop off the children at her parents' house, go do what she needed to do, then pick them up in the evening.
One night, Deb had retrieved her babies from her parents' place and was heading home. It was relatively late, about 11:30 p.m. Deb was driving her "old clunker." Among the car's many deficiencies, the gas gauge was broken, requiring her to guess when the old thing needed fuel. Occasionally, her guessing was off.
"Halfway home, the car started to putter," Deb remembers, "and I realized I was on empty. I pulled off the first off ramp I could, and it just happened to be one that was slightly uphill. Almost at the top of the exit, my car died and there was absolutely nothing around except empty fields and distant lights at a truck stop about a quarter of a mile down the road.
With no cars in sight, Deb didn't know what to do. The kids were asleep and walking miles while carrying two kids in the middle of the night was not a good option. This was before cell phones, so she could not call for help.
"I put my head on the steering wheel while saying a short and panicky prayer," she says. "I hadn't even finished when I heard a few taps on my window."
When she looked up, she saw a clean-cut young man standing there, who Deb estimated to be about 21 years old. He motioned for her to roll down her window. "I remember I was surprised," Deb says, "but I wasn't even the slightest bit afraid, even though I normally would have been terrified."
The young man was dressed well and had a faint smell of soap. He didn't ask if she needed help. Instead, he told her to put the car in neutral and he would help her over that last, small hill toward a place where she could get gas.
"I thanked him and followed his instructions. The car started moving. I steered it toward the lights of the truck stop and turned around to yell 'thank you' again to him," Deb says.
"He was so nice! My car kept moving, but the young man was nowhere in sight. I mean, this area was completely remote. There was absolutely nowhere he could have gone that quickly, even if there was somewhere to go. I don't even know where he came from to begin with."
Deb's car continued to roll down the hill until it reached the truck stop. She was able to get the gas she needed, and the kids remained sound asleep.
"I've always trusted in God to take care of us, but in relating that story many times to my children, who are now 30 and 32, they know for a fact that angels do exist and are sent to us if we just believe.
"I always thought it was so amazing that we were sent someone who I would trust instinctively without question. Since that incident, I've come to believe that we probably encounter angels all the time, and take for granted who they really are. I think they come in all shapes and sizes, young and old ... and sometimes when we least expect them."
Hope is better than fear. Optimism is better than despair. So let us be loving, hopeful, and optimistic. And we'll change the world.
