Angels at a Deathbed
Just before Christmas 2011, I had a phone call from Emmanuel
Elliott to say that a friend of his was in her last few days of life and had
asked to be opened. To be honest, my heart sank. The Christmas before I had
worked with the angels to support a family while the mother died of breast
cancer. It had been a challenging experience, even though the angels had given me so much guidance and had even told me when she was going to die. It had been tough and had rather spoilt Christmas for my son. I did not want another Christmas like that, but then my spirit took over and I knew I had to
go. Emmanuel’s friend Debs was my age with a son a little older than my
own. I had lost my father as a teenager and my heart went out to him.
I rearranged my week so as to be able to spend time with this lady I had never met. She might only have three days to live, so there would be no three months candidate period. As it happened, I was the only woman helper
available right then, although I had arranged to be accompanied by another
helper for the opening itself. Before going to see Debs I thought it would be
helpful to sit quietly at home for thirty minutes, but as soon as I closed my
eyes two massive angels turned up, taller than the house, powerful and
strong. Wow - no need to sit quietly! I jumped into the car, and to my amazement the roads just emptied as if a path was being cleared for me. This is the way to drive, I thought to myself, with an angelic escort!!
As I arrived at the house I looked at the view: I had never seen
anything so beautiful in my life: God was vibrating through every
blade of grass, every tree, every cloud. It looked like heaven. I felt as if I
was being given a gift before actually going in to see Debs. I kept saying, “It
is soooo beautiful, it is soooo beautiful.”
I don’t want to write in detail about the two special visits I
had with this beautiful woman in the short time before she died. I feel it is
private. In the event, we did not get the chance to open her, but I know
something very special happened while I was with her. She was able to see
the angels; in fact she wanted to draw them but was too weak. Later feedback
from the family confirmed that seeing the angels helped Debs to be at peace,
less fearful about dying.
It did not ruin our Christmas, far from it. After Christmas lunch we all told stories. I told stories of angels and how amazing it is to be alive.
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My First Angel Sighting
The first time I actually saw an angel I thought I was going to die. I was at work and I could see a very bright light to my right. Although I knew it was a spiritual experience, I did not know what was happening. so I ignored the light and carried on working.
But when I got in my car to return home there was no ignoring it, and as I cleared my mind of work stuff I knew it was an angel and suddenly felt very frightened. I knew little about angels at the time, except that they are present when people die, so I thought they might have come to get me! Anyway, I accepted the idea that my time might be up and drove home in a state
When I got home, the angel followed me around the house, but I was too scared to look directly at her. She was just a bit bigger than me and her energy was lovely. Even so, I was really scared, although it seems so silly now. I sort of wanted her to go away, but she wouldn’t, so I turned to look at her. As I did so, I took a couple of steps backwards and found myself against the dining room wall and, still looking at her, slid slowly down the wall. I sat in shock on the floor looking at the intense light, I could not see her completely as the light coming from behind her was so bright and she was silhouetted against it. I can’t remember if she had wings or not; as I have come to find out, many angels don't have wings.
I knew I should say something but I couldn’t find any words. In the end, after a long silence, I asked what she wanted. She asked me to pray. Not knowing what to pray about, I said the Lord's Prayer. Then she leaned over, made the sign of the cross on my forehead and was gone.
The following day I was rather tearful, as if experiencing heightened purification. That evening at latihan I asked if we could test about what had happened to me. The test was amazing - beautiful, powerful and deep –
and one other helper in particular was very clear that she had received that the
angel had come to give me a blessing.
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Helping me say Goodbye to my Father
Out for a run one day, I slowed to a walk and gazed at the falling autumn leaves, so beautifully coloured in the sunlight. Suddenly I felt sad because somehow they reminded me of the pain in the weeks before my father
died. Even though it had been over 25 years it can still hurt, and I now asked
the angels to help with this pain.
I then saw a beam of light entering my heart and the angels took
me back to say goodbye to my father. I expected to see him as he was when he
died, a man in his early 50's, but instead he was the age he would be now - an
old man ready to die. The room was full of candles, roses and angels, and
‘Jerusalem’ was playing softly. I wrap this frail old man in a blanket,
and gently stroke his head. I hold him in my arms, loving him, forgiving him,
healing him. He quietly goes to sleep.
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Saved by the Angels
In November 2011, on the way to Glansevin for a Subud gathering, the angels saved me from having a car accident. I knew something was going to happen that morning while I was out for my run, when two angels appeared on
either side of me, something I had got used to..
I was travelling alone as I had to work on Sunday and would be leaving the gathering early. I often drive fast and in the outside lane, and today was no exception. I was making good time when I came off the motorway on to the little Welsh roads, and I was about 30 minutes from Glansevin when two angels appeared in my car. The vibe was tense and they instructed me to
surrender. I did so to the best of my ability, although for some reason I felt
Before long I drove into a village and had a strong feeling to stop. I pulled into a garage to buy some water, and, returning to the car, I found the front tyre completely flat. To my amazement, just across the road – right there in the middle of the Welsh countryside! – was a tyre shop. Luckily they weren’t busy, and I was able to drive straight onto the ramp. The men told me how lucky I had been: both front tyres were in a terrible condition and if one had blown while I was doing 80 m.p.h. on the busy motorway I would have been
in a nasty accident. As it was, gratefulness descended upon me, and in next to
no time I arrived safely at Glansevin. We had a wonderful weekend.
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Car Crash Angel
A few years ago, we were living in California, and although we
lived in the mountains, we would come down weekly to the Central Valley town of Visalia to do shopping, get haircuts, have a decent coffee and the like. Visalia is like many Central Valley towns with a six lane highway skirting the town, connecting to a four lane highway going straight through the centre of town. Visalia is essentially a strip mall, a couple of miles long with Home Depot at one end and Merle's Diner at the other end.
It was a hot Central Valley day, temperatures around the upper 30's, and we were driving a Toyota pick-up truck at the time, left hand drive of course. We were attempting to cross the four lane highway from the crossway, and we patiently waited for the lights to turn green in our favour.
As I say, it was a brilliantly sunny day; I had the window open and the sun was streaming in, inhibiting my side vision. However, I just followed the traffic lights and moved out across the intersection to cross the carriageway and go uptown.
I was half way across the intersection when I noticed out of my peripheral vision a car coming towards us at something like 50 mph. I had my arm
out the window at the time and I first saw this car when it was no more than
five metres away and heading straight towards my unprotected side.
At this point, time seemed to have stopped and following events occurred in what was a fraction of a second.
My soul left my body and made contact with the angel appointed to my life. My soul brought the current perilous state of my corporeal body to the attention of the angel and pleaded for intervention.
At this point the angel got out the book of my life from the folds of his gown and after rummaging through this big book for a while came upon today’s date; his finger scrolled down the day’s events and he then pronounced clearly, “ No, it’s down here in the book. Car crash today, now,” and he closed the book with a thump.
I returned to my body and then hurled myself into a corkscrew twist as the car hit the side of our vehicle. Our pick-up turned over and came to a rest across the street upside down. Despite all this, we walked away relatively unscathed, not even any broken skin, let alone any broken bones. The driver of the other car, a taxi, had become distracted whilst on the phone, and had not noticed that the lights had changed against him.
Although we moved to Ireland soon after, the accident that was not an accident made me wonder why it was important enough to be in 'my book,'
what was it all about, what was its meaning?
I think I now understand that the main point is this: Don’t leave it until tomorrow to tell someone you love them, or to ask for their forgiveness, or give forgiveness or hold regrets. Today could be the last day of your life and if it is written in your book you cannot remove it; you can only accept it.
All praise be to Almighty God.
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During the last week of Ramadan I got up at 3.30 am and after having had my breakfast I did my prayers. When I went back to sleep I dreamed that a beautiful woman with long blond hair was massaging my arms and hands. She
felt very clean and pure and had an unworldly sort of innocence about her. She
seemed to be without any passions or desires.
At some stage she made extremely quick movements with her hands. Then I woke up and realised that my arms and hands felt very clean, alive, and
vibrating with the latihan. I was also surprised to feel how refined my arms and hands felt. I am quite a big man, but these were the arms and hands of someone much finer built than my normal physical body. This experience lasted for several hours until it petered out.
Only later in the day did I remember an experience I had had about 12 years earlier during latihan when I could feel what seemed to be my inner arms and hands moving independently from my outer, physical arms and hands. Like this time, I had then been amazed how refined and clean these inner arms and hands felt. This time, however, the inner and outer arms seemed to feel the same.
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Several of us in Subud have experienced that at the end of Ramadan we are sometimes given a litlle present. At the end of the 2013 fast, for example, I was looking to buy a particular tent, a 'Voyager 6.' They go for £250 new. Each time I was about to buy it in the last two months my right thigh felt painful. Over the years I've learned that when this happens it means that I am being stopped from doing something that I shouldn't be doing. At the same time, I seemed to be getting an inner message that I was going to pay no more than £70 for a brand new Voyager 6.
I decided to let it be and we were all set to borrow a tent from a friend. Yesterday, however, I went to the camping shop to buy my son a sleeping bag. As I was peacefully, in typical Ramadan mode, looking at the sleeping bags, a staff member passed by, carrying a large tent bag with 'Voyager 6' printed on it. I asked him about it and he said that it was brand new but had been returned by a customer because all the poles needed new elastic string in them, they had snapped. He said that he was going to add a pack of strings to go with it. I asked him about the price and he said. “Oh, it's coming to the end of
the season; you can have it for £70.” Needless to say, I happily bought it!
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Words have Content
Back in 1989 I visited Sydney for the World Congress, where I was delighted to meet up with Robert, an old friend then living down under who I hadn’t seen for some years. We spent the whole of one day together on a coach
trip to the Blue Mountains, giving us both plenty of time to share our news.
During our exchange, without giving me any details, Robert made passing
reference to the death of a friend of his.
That evening, back in my hotel, I thought I would refresh myself with a short latihan before eating. To my astonishment, as soon as I surrendered, I found myself engulfed in flames. There was no sensation as such – just a brief experience of being totally on fire. Later, at dinner, I bumped into Robert again and told him what I had experienced. He was gobsmacked. “That’s extraordinary,” he said, “That’s exactly how my friend died. He dowsed
himself with petrol and set fire to himself.”
It seems that this man had been a very troubled individual, although after his death Robert had seen him in a dream, radiant and resplendent, dressed like a prince.
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