My Caressing Angels
From: Louie (lou18603@gmail.com) Story type: Angel Location: All over the Globe Source: Form Submission Date submitted: Sat Aug 11 03:34:40 2007
At age past 50, I began to feel touched by an Angel or Angels. First while I lived in Ohio, and then from there on down it became like a norm. It had to be this way. And it has been this way ever since. A day does not go by without feeling the presence of something beautiful and sweet and subtle.
It all started when I first placed my hands on a PC keyboard. I was writing one of my short stories for submission when one day I felt like I was being caressed by a feather. It all started at night while in my bedroom. At first I thought that they were invisible insects in the air. But after checking it out, (it stopped while I checked it and continued afterwards,) I started receiving these telepathic messages that I was not alone, not to be afraid. Then I just went along with the caressing to the point where I really liked it.
Now, 12 years later, I have even been saved by these protectors from death by illness, and from predators. There are several Angels. There are Spirit Guides also watching me. These guides and Angels, not only protect, but they solve problems as well.
I have been in a series of situations where I have been assured that they are really here beside me.
In my very latest incident, my appendix ruptured in 2005. Just prior to that, not even a year had passed since I had a triple heart mammary. I was a very heavy smoker even after the heart surgery. So, all that infection, not only spread to my cluttered lungs, but spread to my heart surgery. For all purposes, according to the operating doctor, I was done. My body immunological system could not react. My lungs were too far covered to receive any antibodies from my system as well as the medics’ antibiotics. I was done and as soon as I went into a comma, the doctor ordered my wife to alert my family to prepare for the worst. There was nothing much she could do about me; Period!
While in that comma, I traveled including in the next realm where my recently deceased mother was sitting in a rather peculiar auditorium waiting for Jesus who would shortly be talking to them. The rest of the people were still coming in filling the many empty seats. While I approach my mom, she never took her eyes off the stage where Jesus would come out any minute now, but telepathically sent me away. And back to earth I came where I began roaming in flight as if I were a bird. I just spread my arms wide open and I would take off flying from there. I remember traveling mostly up and down the east coast, down I-95. I was just above all that traffic which at times was heavy and at times light.
At one point I made a turn somewhere and I flew through Europe. I remember stopping in some buildings which I had read about in school and heard in the news. I looked in through a heavy security gate and I noticed one of the House of Commons building’s number. From there I took flight and I found myself again traveling down I-95 again, passed St Petersburg and Bradenton Florida, and continued on down through the water past the Caribbean and into Brazil territory. Many times I took this route all the way from fishing villages of Maine, then down New Hampshire fishing villages, all next to the ocean. From there I kept on and went into what looked like North Whales, Pennsylvania. My older sister once lived there. I saw that they were raising a new building for housing. I noticed the construction and everything. (As It turned out that construction was really going on.)
Well, to shorten the story down a bit and get back to the main theme which is Angels, I started receiving respiratory or pulmonary therapy. Four or five therapists took turns and applied a strong masked fan covering my nose and my mouth. This fan just blew into my lungs to clean them up. And in this manner, I went through 4 or 5 fans. I burned them all up. Well it got to the point, that no matter where I went during my comma, because I went into restaurants and all kinds of places, I had these therapists waiting for the first chance they had to apply the mask to my face. I became tired of the fans, and the therapists. I could no longer stand them. They gave me no break. But by the time they were through, I was informed that my lungs were cleaned to 75% and at that rate the medicines had began to work and I was healing properly now.
It was at this point that I awoke from the comma. The first thing I did was, I assured myself that the therapists were gone. They had given me hell for the last 15 days. After that I recuperated to the surprise of all the medical staff present and all they stood for. It was impossible, they kept on saying. I was the latest miracle in two legs.
Well, the doctor has already informed me that she did not ordered, nor did I have any therapists assign to clean my lungs, but that apparently that had happened in a divine way since I healed properly and quickly, something that otherwise was impossible due to my present condition. After that, for a 40 year smoker, I could breathe clean air through my nostrils, holding my breath as I did with the therapists, for the count of 12 at first then on to 15 seconds. The therapists taught me to inhale slowly through my nostrils, then to exhale through my mouth. And they didn’t let go of me until I started inhaling slowly to the count of, form 8 to 12 seconds. This took all the 15 days that I was in the comma state. Then I was clean enough according to them.
That is my miracle. And I thank my Angels for without them, I would not be breathing right now.