Guardian Angels

I was involved in a car accident on a motorway on my way to work. It was early in the morning and was dark & wet. A massive lorry crashed into the side of me and caused extensive damages. The issue caused me to be severely affected by anxiety and fears & reoccurring feelings of dread.

A few time the feelings have become quite intense and hard to deal with. One of these occurrences was when I was at home & feeling quite low. I was home alone and heard a loud noise from upstairs. I went upstairs and found that something had fallen in a closed cupboard which had not been touched at all that day. When I opened the cupboard to find out what it was I noticed it was one of my willow tree angel ornaments that had fallen. I have a few of these, and it was the one holding a dog in its arms. I had lost a puppy a few years past & I like to think & hope it was my little puppy ‘Amber’ who was running around & knocked into the cupboard. It makes me feel that she is still there running about to hele cheer me up & make me smile.

My children and myself must have a guardian angel. After having my first son the midwife told me that he had a natural knot in his umbilical cord, I am not a religious person but I did that day for the blessing of our beautiful healthy boy,
We were also blessed to have another healthy boy delivered by emergency c section due to having a prolapsed cord.
I feel that we are so lucky to have both our boys and we cherish them, as the outcome on both events could of been completely different.
So I do believe that someone/something up there is watching over, but not every day!

I’m an adoption SW. One of the little ones I placed for adoption and their family keep in touch. Recently the little one informed me that their Mum says I am their guardian angel on this earth. One of my proudest moments.

I met my guardian angel frank when I was very ill in hospital. I had broken my ankle and had been fobbed off by various doc etc. I knew something was very wrong but getting nowhere I called my cousin who is a surgeon in London. I was immediately taken in as I had 4 blood clots in my leg and any movement would have caused stroke etc. I was put on drugs for 8 hour infusions every day for 2 weeks whilst they did tests. My mother had past away and I was very scared though over the passing days I dreamt of her. One night whilst very heavily drugged as I was talking to my mother and then she suddenly morphed into an angel and started growing really tall. We started face to face and then frank grew and grew and we started tilting so I was lying down on the bed and he filled the room above means I felt peaceful and safe. Then he stared to gently blow in my face and I went into a very deep sleep lulled by the breeze. The next day I was incredibly ill and they sent me for an mri I was in there for an hour and a half but the enclosure and the air in my my reminded me that Frank was with me and I stayed calm all throughout so that they could get all the tests done on my heart. In my darkest hours I am now confident that I am never alone and Frank is there to keep me safe, whatever happens to me physically. When I ask for advice from Frank I will always see a white feather, or something that will let me know they have heard me. my mother is always a white butterfly, I know in my heart and head that we carry on in some way and that angels are everywhere waiting to help we just have to ask . Xox

Hi my name is Tracie, in 1994 I lost my son Harry, he was born a sleeping angel ? & in 1995 I lost another son George, i was in labour, it was nite time when I went into hospital, but because of Harry the year before, i had extra checks, i was being monitored all nite, except for about 1/2hr while they checked the monitor results, then straight bk on monitor, anyway to cut a long story short, around 6.30 am the houseman in charge came to my bed, looked at chart n said, “if u don’t get up n walk around ur not going to have the baby anywhen soon ” trusting him, thats Wot i did, then the worst happened.. In 1997 I was pregnant again,( I’m quite a spispiritual person anyway, ) I was obviously really scared about the pregnancy anyway, cos of the last two babies, this nite / early hrs of the morning, something made me look at the bedroom door, standing at the door, was i thought my eldest son, who wld of been around 5/6 yrs, he was just standing there reaching up for the handle, i waited to hear wot he wanted, but nothing came from his mouth, so I rested up on my elbow n Wot’s wrong son? The lil child just looked at me, then his head turned to the right, as my eyes n head turned to c Wot he was looking at, to my shock, standing at the foot of the bed to my left, i saw another small child, i cld’nt believe my eyes,, standing in my bedroom was my children I’d lost, Harry n George!! As much as I was over joyed, they looked just as I’d imagined, beautifully presented, so so cute, i suddenly got scared, very very scared, confused, panic had set in, u c I’ve always been told, when u die, someone u no will collect u when the time is rite, , so u can imagine wot was going thru my head, they’ve come to collect the baby I’m carrying!! Thankfully I had a friend who was a spiritual Dan, i rushed to call her, by this time I’m a wreck, crying, panicking, cos of Wot I’d thought, i remember saying upto the sky, i cant go thru it again, pl dont make me go thru all that again,, after explaining to my friend wot happened, Wot I’d just seen, i cld’nt believe wot I was hearing, she told me to calm myself down n listen, the boy’s have not come to take anything away from u, they no how anxious u r, so they’ve come together to let me no that the bump will b ok, n not to worry, they felt I needed to c them, n also needed to no that the bump will b ok,, n it was, Jeremy was born in March 97, 4wks early, but alive, he was born with a hole in the heart, but it was the best hole out of all the heart problems u cld have, no surgery needed, just lot’s of heart scans, n by the age of 1yr old it was closed ? he’s now 6’8 n in March 2018 he’ll b 21,, to this day I can still c there lil faces, i feel so very very lucky to of had this experience, not only that, but to get the chance to c Wot my babies looked like at 2yrs n 3yrs old, even now all these yrs later, i can still describe wot they looked like,. Thank u for listening to my story x

Have I already got a Guardian Angel thanks to my wife and Jez? It all started a couple of years ago on Valentines Day while out with my wife and friends, as I arose to leave the theatre having enjoyed the production ‘Taken at Midnight” I noticed that my ‘Heavy gold and silver bracelet’ was missing from my wrist, fortunately a quick search beneath my seat,and I found it! After the matinee we went of to a restaurant for dinner then made our way to the railway station for our journey home – I did not feel great and was lagging behind.
On arrival home my wife went up to bed and I took the opportunity to catch up on England’s rugby union match. After a short while feeling uncomfortable I made my way to bed. My wife asked if I was alright to which I replied – no not great – lets now cut to the chase she rang 111, ambulance arrived minutes later had some checks all seemed OK but then I slipped to the floor my heart having stopped – resuscitated, saw the light – it was the kitchen ceiling light – ambulance to hospital (time is now close to ‘midnight’), then transfer to Guys, straight into operating theatre, operated on, stent inserted, it is now the early hours of Sunday morning. Left hospital on the following Tuesday with in fact a clean bill of health no residual damage but with remedial drugs. On arrival home went up to my study, where on the Saturday I had just finished recording LP’s on to digital – the sleeve that I then picked up to put away was ‘Queen’s Shear Heart Attack!
Perhaps it had nothing to do with the bracelet at the time, but it does now, and 3 years on it is still looking after me.
Thanks Jez perhaps this was your first Guardian Angel piece of jewellery?

In 2003 I suffered a massive brain haemhorrage. Going into Theatre to be put to sleep I saw the room from the sides of my eyes become covered in massive feather’s, which then stretched out around the operating Theatre and then above my head across the ceiling came my Angel’s face (of pure comfort) and body. The room was totally wrapped in his presence. During the following 6 months we found massive white feather’s all over the house and I stuck them outside my bedroom door, thanking him each time I found one. In December of the same year I was having another bleed in my brain and on our way to the hospital I was absolutely totally terrified. When I got out of the car I stepped straight into a puddle, in which was really large sure white feather. I remember turning to my mum and saying ‘he’s here I’m going to be okay’. 14 years later my angel still leaves the odd signs for me and I am totally blessed to have had his support in keeping me alive to raise my son. This is not a religious post it’s a real experience. It’s still tough but I know I’m supposed to be here for a lot longer yet. Thanks for reading. ?

My dad passed away in 1996 and my mum in 2007. Both of these amazing people brought me up to believe in myself and not to let anyone or anything stop me getting where I want in life. I’m now a single mum of 3 amazing children 2 of them have adhd and one of these 2 is also autistic. Without the constant guidance and belief from my parents I don’t think I’d be where I am today. They were my best friends in life and still are through spirit. This pendant would be a symbol that they are constantly with me and my children. ??

Hi Jez!
I’ve had 2! One visible & one not.

In the mid 1980’s I was working for an organisation that involved me travelling frequently into Eastern Europe (behind the Iron Curtain!) There were a group of us in former Yugoslavia distributing leaflets which the government viewed as “propaganda” so we were being careful. However one of my colleagues & I were apprehended, arrested & taken to the police station. After a while we were released on the condition that we got on the first train back to Vienna. We had nothing but what we stood up in, our passports & some emergency money. It was mid summer, we were hot, shaken & jittery. We were followed to the train station & then had to confront huge queues for tickets.
Eventually it was our turn & we were brusquely waved away as it was the wrong ticket window.
Getting near despair, we were approached by an unusually very well dressed young man who asked, in perfect English, if he could help. (This was a very unusual thing back then)
We were so grateful & explained we needed tickets to Vienna & didn’t know where to get them. He then took us out of the main hall, down a long corridor, into a small room with a ticket window, which we would never have found, & helped us get our tickets, then left.
A few seconds after he left I thought of something I had to ask him so went to the door & looked out… the long corridor was completely empty. He had vanished. He should have been only a few steps down the corridor but he wasn’t… there was no obvious place for him to go … he was just gone.
I went back to my friend who asked what he’d said… I told her that he had vanished… we looked at each other & both said- he was an angel.
In a scary situation, alone, far from home, no mobile phones or internet, we were at the end of our tether. In our moment of greatest need I believe this angel came to help us.
We caught our train & got back to Vienna with no further incident.
I’ve got goosebumps just thinking of this!

The other incident involved driving at night, at speed on any icy road in an East German forest (where we weren’t allowed to be), and the van started to spin out of control on a corner. I was waiting for the crash when the van suddenly righted itself & carried on. I let out my breath & said “good save” to the colleague driving. Her reply was “that wasn’t me. I’d lost control”… more goosebumps!
I still smile at the mental image of an angel straining to keep our van on the road!
If we’d crashed, apart from injury or death, there would have been all kinds of negative repercussions not only for us, but for a lot of other people. It was another desperate situation in which I believe we had angelic help to save us.

Hope you enjoyed these tales ?

Maternity leave turned me inside out. The buzz of a challenging job, and a commute with my husband where we planned our day each morning and put the world to rights on the way home, melted into seemingly endless days alone with a tiny human in the wan January light. I knew my baby boy like the back of my hand, and yet he was an ever-changing mystery to me.
Ely is my adopted hometown, different in every way from the mountains and sea where I grew up in Ireland. I passed the cathedral twice a day on my way to and from work and loved how it looked different in every changing light. One grey November afternoon at 38 weeks pregnant I sat under the intricately painted ceiling of the nave and looking up found that right overhead was the Annunciation, the angel Gabriel presenting a lily. The first day I took the boy to the cathedral I heaved the pram through the ornate door and into the silence. He looked back at me blankly. I dug him from the snug blankets and carried him around. I whispered about windows and columns, arches and tiles and altars. He was nonplussed.
The angels look down from every corner of the cathedral. Colourful carved angels in the ceiling of the north transept. Happy, sad, serene and stern from the stained glass windows. Spare and beheaded in the Lady Chapel. And most thrillingly, 32 statuesque guardian angels peer down from the panelling on the awesome central octagonal tower. Through the seasons we visited time and again. As the boy’s sight developed I rocked him on his back in my arms or lay him in my lap to look at the ceiling or the patterns cast by sunlight through stained glass. As his posture developed he rested against me cheek-to-cheek while we looked at windows filled with angels and saints and I whispered that just maybe, somewhere in this huge building, was the saint with the same Irish name as him. As he found his voice we spent afternoons all by ourselves in the Lady Chapel, where my la-la-las and his tentative babbles echo gloriously. We have explored sunlight and shadow; music and silence; vast tiled floors, and tiny repeating patterns on the brass handrail of the pulpit. I have cried more than once. And all the time, the angels looked down on us, from every corner.
I am a scientist. I am a happily-lapsed Catholic. My son almost bursts from his pram with pure delight when we near the cathedral door. We are welcomed warmly every time. The longest hour in mid-afternoon flashes by, and all the time those angels look down on us. Winter draws in, my boy is turning one, and the long commute beckons. The angels whisper to remind me that time is flying.