Many Visits

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Story type: Angel
Location: Varying states- USA
Source: Form Submission

I will recount this as if it were a story, mainly because as i feel this may very well have been a visit from an angel... this life saver deserves respect in the portrayal of the events.

I spend much of my time drawing angels, I love them. I had for years... never dreamt of flying. I had one of these dreams finally after 19 years of never having one. (I am 20 now)

I do dream of angels though, and when I awake I feel blessed in a sense. My story goes from a very young age.

Perhaps they were just delusions, or childhood fancies, but throughout my life i've seen and heard what I have come to revere today as my guardian. As a child the vision of a bear would come to me, and a voice would speak to me. Not a voice I could hear, but one I could feel. It spoke in emotions to me, and it still does.

One night as I was ill, alone, feverish, and delirious, i prayed to God for help. Help came in the darkness of my room. I saw in the window the light from the hallway reflecting in the form of an angel. I stared long and hard at this shape and slowly became healthier. My fever was first to go, and then a calm filled me. The better I felt, the more blurred the image on the window became.

Other times, as I was growing up I felt this presence in my room, i was scared of it. I was so scared of it, because I thought it was evil. I avoided sleeping in the same room as the feeling, but one day upon entering the room i brushed aside the feeling of unease in there to lay down and remember my younger days (My family had just gotten a new member, and i was excited to be a big sister finally). I became so tired i couldn't move and soon fell asleep. When i woke the presence was gone, but I felt something inside me. It was such an amazing peace I wanted to laugh, and cry, and tell everyone about it. I wanted everyone to feel it. From that day i've never seen or felt another presence like I had before... instead it still speaks to me, i believe from inside me.

I was saved from severe depression just this week. Problems solved entirely by one simple question that came from inside me. "What do you love?". It was a dizzying feeling when I felt the question come into me, and I knew I had not asked it of myself.

Thank you, to whatever, or whoever watches over me. I owe you more than I have to spare.