By Xiflada, Friday, May 16, 2008 02:51:44 PM
I think I know when they talk to me because it's like I have a total change of hearts. Like if I'm set and decided that this is what I'm going to do and suddenly I change my mind (for the best) I know that an angel guided me in the right direction.

By Deborah, Wednesday, May 14, 2008 06:42:20 PM
As a child for me my life was riddled with abuse and unease.Every night I would pray to God or who ever was listening, just,knowing there was a higher power out there,there had to be.And one night when things got really bad I know I that an angel picked me up and cradled me. The warmth and love that I felt I can not put down in words nor can I ever forget.I am so thankful for this experience because it has given me hope and strength and so much love.I now thank God for our angels our protecters. And when times get a little challenging I always remember the warmth and love from my angel.

By sonia, Wednesday, May 14, 2008 12:22:00 PM
Dear Sylvia, I always seem to having dreams of people before they pass.. It gets depressing but I do understand this is there time, but still. Anyway that being said I also seem to feel the life, when some one is pregnant, so that is good. Reason I am writing is when Pope John Paul passed away I had a dream about him. He was in his white robe and he had a golden halo around him. I scared myself and woke up. As I thought back on this and I mentioned it to other people they just looked at me as if I was crazy.. but I know it was him. I mentioned it to one person and she said I had a mission. What do you think of this and would you know what this mission was or is? When I was mentioning this dream, I found out that others have seen Him and they had gotten taken back by it also, but pleased. As I told the Vatican I am not Catholic, but as we all know that He was and is a very spriitual soul. Thank you for all your insight! Sonia

By Sophie, Wednesday, May 14, 2008 09:52:19 AM
I can see that or agree with it. Is it really an angel or is it is physic powers within us that call answers or energies to us? It is of course debatable whether it is intervention from angels or simply our own power.

By Jennifer, Tuesday, May 13, 2008 11:15:23 AM
Christmas Eve 2005!! I was so very lost and sad trying to raise my daughter alone and was desperately trying to hang on to my old lifestyle I use to live including my fake friends. I got back into smoking marajiana and the guilt was literally killing me but I felt so alone without my old friends and no time to make real new ones. I suddenly went outside to pray because unlike before I was going back to church and trying to live the better life I knew I could. I was crying and really distraught and then all of the sudden the world got quiet and I telepathically was getting the answer from my angel to be strong and alone for awhile to release my pain and termoil. That I was very loved and no-one blamed me for slipping up but me. I then knew what to do and said thank you just then I realized I had been stroking my own hair and face. WOW!! I hadn't felt so loved and strong since I was a child by God. I realized he didn't hate me because I wasn't perfect. Then I LITERALLY felt the weight that my guilt had put on my back lifted!!! Unmistakeable it was gone. And because of you and my faith I now can live not perfect but I know now that being alone isn't really being alone. The angels and so many others including God are always but a prayer away!! That was the real beginning to accepting myself and now my gifts and love for all are growing eachday!! I learned soo many things all in that moment and know that was just the beginning and I have grown so much since that moment of LOVE and REVELATION!! THANK YOU FOR YOUR UNDIEING LOVE AND COMPASSION TO US ALL. And keep the books comming the are saviors to those who are lost and trying. GOD BLESS!!

By Valerie, Monday, May 12, 2008 10:53:22 AM
Dearest Blessed Sylvia, My experiances go back 3 years ago when my Father was diagnosed with Pancreatic cancer ( termanial),I knew he would be leaveing us soon.Well the last three days of life were hard for all,I prayed for Angels to aid and comfort him,the Sunday before when I walked into his hospitial room I got an overwhelming rush that there were 3 spirets out side his window as if they were waiting,I acknowlaged them by telling my step-mother they were there,so every day untill the 3ed day they waited.On the last day in the morning when I walked into the room I senced them in the room one on eather side of the bed and one at the foot of the bed,I senced them but didn't see them.I couldn't tell anyone but I knew this was the day he would go to Heaven.Later that night after 7:30 he passed.When I got to the room they were no longer there.The next day I went with my Step-mom,brother and step-brother to the funeral home to comfort Maw through it,when I got home I was exausted,with coat on I walked to the bedroom and fell asleep.I dreamed the most beautiful dream,it started in this bright white room no windows but there was light and my father laied on a hospital bed,I reached over and touched his cancer area it went down and he woke up,he didn't see me.Then I walked through a pair of doors into a darkend room where there was another hospital bed with a little girl in it and my Step-mom beside her,then I realized it was her Daughter who passed from lukemia at a young age,she was telling her to put her cigeret out it would set the hospital smoke detecters off,then I proceded out the two main doors into a beautiful garden,I walked down a path and then when I got a little ways away something made me turn around and look back where I came from,it was a single story building (transition house)surounded by a beautiful garden,then I saw three cloked figures walking toward a bench,as they sat one by one they pulled there hoods back and they were identical,gold hair,bluest eyes,perfect face,and the clokes were a pure silver almost transparent.They just sat as though they were waiting.Next thing I looked to the left and saw I was in a valley, mountians on both sides and people hussleing to places they had to be.Then everything stopped,the people stood and looked at this bright light comming from the horizen. then the dream ended and I woke up so at peace with everything.But one year and 6 month later my Step-mom passed unexpectedly,on my way to the hospital I got a vision in my mind with my dad and her with her daughter sitting in rocking chairs,I knew she was gone before I got there, and she was. But I got blessed through all of this and I will never forget the three angles and what they showed me.

By Michelle, Saturday, May 10, 2008 09:00:21 PM
Dear Sylvia... Let me start by saying...YOU TRULY ARE AN ANGEL ON EARTH. You were given the gift to help so many people in so many ways. Whether you are helping people that have unanswered questions, people who have no closure (for whatever reason), finding missing children, to working with the medical association in helping doctors find the ailment in their patient that they can’t diagnose, or by enlightening and inspiring the rest of us with your knowledge thru your books/writings that your gift has given you. Someone once told me that all Angels have blue eyes. With that being said, here is my Angel encounter... My mother had cancer. One morning, I went into her bedroom and she was lying there wide-awake with a fixated stare towards the ceiling. I immediately looked at her stomach to see if she was breathing without her noticing what I had just done. I said, “Ma, what are you looking at?” As she slowly moved her head to look at me, her eyes changed color from green to blue in a flash and she said, my Angel. I’m talking to my Angel.” I immediately knew in my heart that the Angel of death was looming and waiting to guide my mother to the other side. I told my mother (because I didn’t want her to think that I thought she was crazy because I knew she wasn’t) that she needed to tell her Angel that she had to go because she needed to eat breakfast that I had just made for her and that she can talk to her later. She said, “Okay” and with that her eyes changed back to green. During that week, my mother’s health was deteriorating. I asked her if she wanted to go to the hospital or did she want to stay home. She said that she wanted to go to the hospital. My mom had a “living will” and knowing that she wanted to be made comfortable if need be, and only if she fell under the (3) conditions she had listed, she didn’t want to be resuscitated. I didn’t have the means at home to provide her with the comfort she needed if unbearable pain kicked in. As I drove to the hospital, I knew that this was the last time I would be driving her to the hospital. While trying to navigate the car and drive with my eyes welled with tears it was the longest 45-minute ride of my life. Upon arriving in the ER, she seemed scared and confused. My sister and brother-in-law followed me to the hospital. The ER staff that was assisting her, listened while I spoke about her condition, what meds she was on, how often I gave them to her, what she ate, who her doctor was and so on. I had everything documented. At times, I felt like a nurse while taking care of her. That night after they admitted her and got her in a room, I decided to stay...and, I NEVER LEFT. The next morning, I awoke in her room and she was already sitting up watching TV and eating breakfast. Her coloring was great. She looked healthy. No longer confused or even questioning why she was there. Anyone that didn’t know what she looked like the night before would have never known that she was sick. Actually, they would have questioned why she was even there. That day was a good day. We talked about everything and told each other how much we loved each other. I even apologized for anything that I might have said or done to upset her. As we laughed and cried throughout the day, the entire day would go by as quickly as it came. The next morning, I awoke to see my mother’s health do a complete 360. She was mumbling/babbling in a way a baby talks. I didn’t want her to think I couldn’t understand her so I would talk to her with responses like, “I Understand”, “Okay”, and “It’s Alright” as I brushed her hair. Her coloring was pale and her lips were starting to crack. I sat thru the morning of that day watching my mother struggling to breath with fear in her eyes. While everyone else in my immediate family was at work, I was trying to hold it all together and be there for my mom. I pulled a scene from the movie “TERMS OF ENDEARMENT” when I went to the nurse’s station and told them to put a breathing tube on her and to give her some oxygen. I lost it when they told me she had a “Living Will” and that they couldn’t do it. I said, “YOU’RE NOT THE ONE THAT HAS TO SIT THERE AND WATCH YOUR MOTHER TRYING TO BREATH. GIVE HER A F**KING TUBE AND NOW. YOU HAVE TO MAKE HER COMFORATBLE & OXYGEN QUALIFIES IN MY BOOK.” Thank God, they saw it my way and did as I asked. Later on that day, a woman who worked for the hospital saw that I was crying. She walked into the room and asked me why I was crying. I simply said, “MY MOTHER IS DYING & I’M ALL ALONE.” She asked me what religion my mother was and I told her. I told her that I didn’t care what faith the person was from just as long as they had a religious / holy man give my mother last rites because I knew she would have wanted it. As I said this my uncle (her brother) was there and he couldn’t handle it. I guess it finally sunk into his head…this is it. He never saw my mother while she was going thru her cancer and her treatments and I think it’s because, he couldn’t handle seeing his sister that way or he didn’t want to admit...that she was going to die. Later that night after everyone had left and I fell asleep is when the Angel came. I was propped up along with wall next to the doorway in two chairs so that I could sort of stretch out to get some sleep. The door to the room wasn’t closed. So it’s not like the sound of the door opening woke me up. Instantly as she entered the doorway I awoke and she just stood and looked at me, as the “Angel” walked into the room. She was dressed in blue nursing scrubs. She was an extremely dark black African American Woman with brightest blue ice colored eyes that were mesmerizing. We didn’t exchange any words. Our eyes were locked onto each other. Without hesitation, I got up from the chairs and helped her bath, clean and change my mother. It was like I knew I had to do it without her asking me. There was a calm peace that came over me and the luminous light that came from her eyes that told me, everything is going to be all right. She had a radiance/aura about her that was beautiful. We were finished cleaning and changing my mother and tucking her in bed. No questions were asked and then she left the room and I went back on the chairs and fell asleep. The next morning I awoke to find my mother having bouts of flinching that seemed uncontrollable. So the nurses decided to strap her down. Well this upset me even more, I did not want to see my mother in this state. So, I asked them to remove the straps and to give her a sedative. She basically slept on and off all day. She didn’t eat and when she spoke is was like a baby. Knowing she had received last rites twice, the remaining family members came out to visit her one last time. My sister said that I needed to get rest and to go home and get some sleep. When I refused because I knew in my heart that if I went home, my mother would die that night and I would hate myself for not being there, my sister said that she would spend the night along with me. Just as visiting hours were about to draw to an end for that day, we realized that my mother’s breathing was very slow and hollow. Her lips were cracked so bad that I kept on rubbing them with lemon glycerin swabs. That’s when it happened. As my sister, brother-In-law, niece, nephew and I were around her bed, she took her last breath. I was sitting next to the bed and I let out such a primal scream that my brother-in-law held onto me to muffle it, but I could feel my scream go thru him. After the funeral, we had received so many fruit baskets with people expressing their condolences that I thought it was only right to bring one of those baskets to the hospital to say “Thank You” to all the wonderful nurses who were there to take care of my mother and sometimes just stopped by to visit and talk to her during her entire care time at the hospital throughout her cancer treatments. Even when there shift was over and it was time for them to go home and be with their own families, they would always want to see her and talk to her and even call her by her first name which wasn’t allowed to prevent getting attached to the patient. When I described and asked about the nurse who came into the room that night… they said “THERE’S NO ONE HERE THAT FITS THAT DESCIPTION, YOU MUST BE MISTAKEN” as they looked at me like I lost my mind...I knew then...it really was an Angel.

By Robin, Saturday, May 10, 2008 08:29:30 PM
A few years ago my sister and I were caught out in an ice storm.. She was driving her truck and I was following in my van.. Neither were four wheel drive. She had to abandon her truck and got into my van.. as we tried to make it down side streets.. my van slid into a yard.. completely into a yard.. sideways. I had no idea what to do.. it was very cold and no one would be able to come get us.. No one was in sight. The house where we slid into their yard.. no one was home.. suddenly there was a tap on my window and one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen in my life was smiling at me.. He was a black man and just such a calm feeling fell over me. He said "looks like you could use some help".. within less then two minutes.. he touched my steering wheel and suddenly we were back on the road.. straight.. I turned to tell him thank you again.. but there was no sign of him.. and no tracks in the snow.. I eventually had to leave my van and stay at a motel but we did get that far.. the next day.. I was trying to get my van and get home.. when I found myself atop a hill.. going down in both directions.. I could not go backwards either.. as the road I came out on was so narrow. My sisters boyfriend had picked her up but left me.. Yes he was a jerk... so here I sat wondering what to do. I called a tow but they said it would be up to four hours before they could get to me because of the storm and road conditions still.. Again.. I got a tap on my window.. this time from a white man but again that calm feeling came over me. He smiled.. reached in to my steering wheel and "walked" beside my van all the way down the hill... to safety.. the van never once slid in either direction... and again.. I turned to thank him again.. but again.. he was not in sight. Thank you to these two angels that helped me that night.. I will never forget it. Love and Light Robin

By Broni, Saturday, May 10, 2008 07:39:54 PM
I was dating this man and I fell in love with him. A year later, he married someone else, and was warned not to marry her. His marriage was a disaster and I ran into him one day and he mentioned how unhappy he was and that he was going to leave his wife and move in with a friend as soon as his friend's house was built. I was still in love with him and I wanted to start seeing him again. I asked my angels if I should see him and they emphatically shouted out "NO!".I wanted so much to believe this man, I ignored the angels (stupid me). Three years later, he still hasn't left her and has finally admitted that he isn't going to, even though he is terribly unhappy and has a negative relationship with her. Guilt from leaving his first wife kicked in, he said. I wasted all those years, if only I had listened. I will never go against my angel's advice again and I've since experienced several instances of help, one where they actually saved my life. I was shaking, but full of gratitude. I knew it was them because I am not a stuntman. Thank you, blessed angels! BV

By Debra, Saturday, May 10, 2008 06:07:12 PM
On October 10, 2005 my son and I were nearly killed when a 17 year old was running from the police driving at estimated 90 miles an hour. The police set up 2 road blocks which he went thru and hit our car when we were turning into a store parking lot. It is documented that he was driving speed at the time of impact was 80 miles an hour. My son had an experience with an angel seconds before the impact. He says there was a beautiful white light with a face and a body completely surrounded by the white light. The vision never spoke words to him; he said that he had the thought to never let go of the steering wheel. If my son had lost control of the steering wheel we would have spun under an 18 wheel tractor trailor that was parked on the opposite side of the street. My son still gets tearful when he talks of the vision; he knew it was an angel that came to him; and we all know that vision saved our lives. We were both hurt seriously; but we are alive; and I am sure that angel gave us the help we needed. God Bless, Debbie