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I am convinced that I saw my Guardian Angel at least twice in person in my lifetime. It happened each time I was to enter a very difficult period of my life (in retrospect - as if I had to know I was being looked after and that God was indeed with me during these life passages.)  Angels can also appear in photographs, and  I have the proof on one picture that was taken while my husband and I lived in Montreal.  The picture and the negative were analyzed and it was proved that what is on that photo is "real".  Wow! I'm still out of breath thinking about that one.  In this picture, my husband and I are surrounded by an Angel's wings and within the wings is the face of Jesus.

The first time I saw an Angel, I was twelve years old and about to enter the worst part of my life. I don't need to go into details about it, just that it was spiritually tortuous for me and one day as I went about doing my mom's errands, I ran into a little blonde girl, my size, perhaps my age who told me she lived "up there".  I didn't dare speak to her for too long because I had a job to do for my mom. I looked back and she was nowhere to be seen. I thought nothing of it then, but as years passed I thought about this girl and I knew she was no ordinary little human being.

The second time I saw an Angel was at a period in my life when my first marriage had come apart and I couldn't do anything about it because I knew it was "over".  I was very unhappy. But one day when husband number one and I were talking to neighbours on the sidewalk, I turned to my left and saw a blonde woman sitting a bike with one foot on the curb. When I saw her she smiled and I smiled back.  This was as if in recognition. Two seconds passed and I turned my head and she was gone !  I looked up and down the street. She was gone. I asked my neighbours if they saw her and no one did! That period was the beginning of another era of my life that was profoundly unhappy. But a couple of years later, another era of spiritual growth began for me.

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Below is a true account of my husband, Gerald's car accident on his way to Montreal in 2003.  With time he was able to put all of his memories of this happening together.

"YOUR TIME HAS NOT YET COME"

It is Sunday morning, December 21, 2003.  It is ten to five a.m. I’m up and about, 70 years young, excited as the little boy I used to be, going to Montreal to my Mother’s Christmas Party.  She, her sister and 72 other elders are in St-Andrew’s Presbyterian Home in Montreal.  My mother and my aunt are expecting to see me there to share a meal with them as I usually do.  I share myself with the other residents, doing this or that for them and helping about. 

 By 5:30 a.m. the car is plugged in, a 2003 Toyota Corolla to warm up the engine, the outside temperature is a chilling –33C with the wind factor.  I do my daily routine, watch the weather report on TV.  The snow is to stop falling around 9:00 a.m.  My driveway has some three to four inches of the white stuff, which I remove before leaving.

It is 7:00 a.m.; I’m on the road for Montreal.  The city streets are a mess, the main highway to Montreal is well maintained every hour and both lanes are opened to the Quebec border.  However, there is a lot of black ice in unsuspecting areas such as curves and bridges.  With that in mind, I slowed down to drive carefully.  On the Quebec side only one lane off the two-lane highway is opened and cleared for the Montreal bound traffic.

Traffic is flowing smoothly, under 60 km per hour, in both lanes.  The sky is dark and cloudy; the ceiling is between 1500 to 2000 feet (450 to 600 metres).  The falling snow had stopped a couple of hours before my arrival on the bridge, going east towards Montreal. 

          Bang!  I look up into my rear view mirror.  Bang!  Some young man with his cap on back to front is sending me a message “ to move on faster”.  Bang! This time my left front wheel gets caught in the snow rut that is part of the left lane, and the car is now doing a 360 ° in the left lane, spinning around like a rag doll, out of control, bouncing off the centre cement medium, and all this smack in the middle of a bridge where the road is covered with snow and hidden ice underneath.  I am, to say the least, in a very precarious situation.

I’m doing a 360° in the left lane; I have no control, 360° once, and 360° twice, and on my third 360° a flash takes place.  The sky opens and within the time frame of three split seconds all I can see is heaven.  A beautiful place in soft blue and white.  The colours are beautiful.  I have never seen colours that glowed so brightly before.  Each colour was vivid.  Everything that met my vision was crystal clear and sharp.  I forgot all about what was happening to me and just enjoyed the visions.  I was at peace with myself.

          Two angels are facing me and the one on my right, a tall, heavy built angel in a robe which was a mixture of pale yellow to orange and red mixed with some dark blue perhaps metallic blue, wore a white and pale blue sash around his waist. 

          All three angels were smiling when a voice out of nowhere comes to me, a male voice soft and clear says: “Your time has not yet come.  Go and do good.” 

          It is approximately 11:20 a.m.  I’m in the left lane of a three-lane highway, crossing the Ste-Anne-de-Bellevue Bridge that links the mainland with the island of Montreal.  The snow removal contractor had cleared the right and centre lanes only, leaving the left lane covered with some two to three inches (5 to 8 cm) of white powder covering a thin layer of black ice.

After my third 360°, the car stops, facing west – facing the traffic.  By this time, the young man that bumped me has long gone and the traffic is back to normal, except me.  I’m facing west on a three-lane highway going east.  I put on my emergency brake not wanting my car to move any more than it has.  At the same time that I’m removing the key from the ignition switch, the same voice returns to tell me in a stern yet soft voice: “See that car – go limp like a man who’s had too much to drink.  No harm will come to you.”

I could see the car coming as if it had no one in the driver’s seat.  It was coming towards me and within three to four seconds. Bang!  A brown 2003 Subaru station wagon hits my car dead centre.  I went limp as instructed and my body fell sideways on the passenger’s seat.  My air bags did not deploy because my car was not running.  The motor was turned off, the keys in my pocket.  The mystery here is that this other person’s air bags did not deploy either. He and his wife were not injured either and like me not even a scratch on their bodies and no pain.

Vision to my right

          The young man to my right appears to be 16 feet tall (4.8 m), standing Franciscan style wearing brown sandals.  He is standing on a big rock with his left hand to his side.  His right hand is in an outward motion as if to direct the traffic to keep moving.  His dark brown eyes, so soft and empathetic, give me a sense of confidence.  He is Caucasian looking with a most friendly smile.  His mouth is slightly opened to expose beautiful blinding white teeth.  His hair is dark brown, down to the base of his neck and his beard covering his oval face is conservative in length stopping at his breastbone.  His mustache was short and clean.

Vision facing me

The two angels are also caucasian and appear to be female.  They look like twins, beautiful yet simple.  One is standing and the other on her right is leaning against a white fence, a coral type fence and has one foot on the lower horizontal runner.  She has auburn curly hair with streaks of blond, barely touching her shoulders.  Her hair is pushed behind her right ear exposing a small dainty opal-silver earring.  Smiling, she is with bright blue eyes, a dainty round face.  Her white satin slippers blend with her white and pink gown.

Her twin of equal height is slightly darker in skin tone with jet-black hair, straight and curling at the ends that roll upward at the shoulders and neck.  She is focusing her attention on the Angel to my right, awaiting instructions. She has one 2 ½ to 3 inches (6.3 to 7.6 cm) diameter silver ear ring protruding through her hair, with bangs on her forehead, a big smile exposing pearly white teeth.  Her eyes are big, beautiful and dark, almost black and complement her round face.  Her pink and white gown with a satin white sash around her waist match her ballerina slippers.

AFTER THE CRASH

Damage Results

With my car parked, facing west, the emergency brake on, the transmission in park, my car is like a stone wall.  The station wagon is loaded plus it’s own weight multiplied by the speed it was travelling, created a point of impact two and a half times it’s speed, thus my car was hit by the equivalent of a nine ton machine.

The whole front was not only pushed straight in but the metal and plastic – being what it is – must bend under such impact and bend it did.  My car was pushed to a new angle two feet (0.609 meters) from the point of impact, the rear end sticking out a bit but not enough to hinder the flow of traffic in the centre lane.

The police stopped all traffic to allow the tow truck operators to do their work.  The bridge was cleared within ten minutes and we were on our way to Montreal.  Once on the island on a side street, the police completed his report #CRPQ 402 210 312 21 0005.

My car suffered the most damage.  The front bumper, the front grill, the radiator, the frame that supports the radiator, all headlights, the hood, the left and right fenders, the air conditioning unit, the air conditioning unit cover, the left and right rocker panels, the left and right front wheel assemblies, the left and right front shock absorbers.  The back bumper, the back left and right fenders, all the above major parts with related accessories and parts that contribute to the proper functioning of the vehicle were either fixed or replaced.  And yes, let’s not forget the paint job that made the car look like new off the showroom floor some 28 days after the accident at a cost of $13,815.73.

The brown Subaru suffered front-end damage only, very similar to mine, most of the above items had to be replaced.  Their estimate was between 9 to 10 thousand dollars.

The couple in the station wagon were headed for the Eastern Townships to celebrate Christmas with family and friends.  Their car was loaded with Christmas gifts and luggage that indicated a long stay.

AFTERTHOUGHT

I did not remember the details of what had happened in these visions until a week or two after the accident.  Slowly but surely pieces of this vision and Angelic beings crept into my mind and the story unfolded bit by bit.  It wasn’t until January 2, 2004 that I remembered the whole scene completely and was able to write it down. 

If I ever needed proof of a life in the hereafter, and a loving God, I got it that day.  I was saved by Angelic intervention (especially when I think of the main Angel directing traffic) and no one can accuse me of making this up.  I could never in my life have imagined these beings so beautiful and caring, and the colours that appeared to me that day.  And I will remember the voice forever.  I was told to go and “do” good.  And that’s what my life has been about for a long time, and I know now it will be that way until the end of my days on earth. 

My wife supports me greatly in this writing and she having had the experience of Angels in her lifetime also, has encouraged me to write about this and to talk about it to our friends and others on our route.

I will always be thankful for the Divine Intervention that saved my life on December 21, 2003.  If this is what awaits us in heaven, then I say to all of you reading this story, if your path in life is not bringing you to the right place then change and follow the Angels of God.  They can only lead you to a place of great love and compassion.

On ending this story, I will leave you with a thought:

May an Angel rub its wing against your shoulder, and may you feel the lightness of it.

(author unknown)

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