pouring a cup of coffee when I heard him say, ‘I’m all right, Mum. You’re the one who’s not. I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye but I’m happy with the life I’ve got now. It’s time you started living again. Don’t waste the life you’ve got.’
The words were so clear that it was as if he was sitting across the kitchen table from me. Instantly I felt as though I’d been released from a prison of pain. The heaviness that had been weighing me down and preventing me from doing anything lifted. My head cleared. The room seemed brighter. I felt physically lighter.
That afternoon I did several loads of laundry and some housework. I phoned my older son and asked him round for dinner then I went to the local shops to buy some delicious food and cooked it. I felt like myself again.
For months I’d been trapped inside my own grief. It took my son coming back as an angel to set me free.
Stella came to see me and was able to communicate with Josh again, but it was that first time that made all the difference. She knew he was fine, and that was the main thing that helped her to move on.
Seeing Our Loved Ones Again
Actually seeing the guardian angels who come to bring advice or warnings is much less common than hearing them or sensing their presence. It uses a lot of energy for a spirit to take on human form and it’s not usually necessary. Since my mother died, I’ve only seen her a couple of times.
On one occasion my daughter Tanya was very ill after suffering a huge allergic reaction to ibuprofen. Her heart actually failed, she was rushed in to hospital and I was told it was touch and go whether she would make it through the night. As I paced up and down in the patients’ lounge, blaming myself, as parents do, wondering whether I could have done anything differently, suddenly I saw my mother’s face in a little oval cameo. Her hair was very dark, as it was when she was younger, and she was wearing blue, her favourite colour, and I knew she had come to let me know things would be all right. Sure enough, Tanya survived the night and didn’t suffer any ill effects from her experience, although she has to wear a warning bracelet at all times now.
A lady called June told me about her own experience of seeing her husband, who had died the year before.
Life was very, very tough for me. I had four young children, very little money, and my husband had just dropped dead from a heart attack at the age of only forty, without any life insurance. I was crawling through the days under a blanket of depression, just existing rather than living. And then one day I walked into the sitting room and there was my husband, sitting in his usual chair, with his legs crossed, smiling at me.
I think my knees gave way beneath me I was so shocked, and I sank down onto the sofa. I stared at him open-mouthed for a while. He obviously wasn’t solid flesh and bone like a living human being, but he was clear enough, with a kind of glow about him.
‘Richard?’ I asked tentatively, tears coming to my eyes.
‘It’s time you got your act together,’ he said, looking straight at me.
‘What do you mean?’
‘You need to start living again. I will do everything I can to help you.’
And then he disappeared, leaving me absolutely stunned. I had no doubt it was him, but I thought I would never be able to tell anyone or they’d lock me up in the loony bin or try to put me on happy pills. I kept thinking about what he had said, and wondering how he would be able to help me. My problems were very real and of this world.
A few weeks later, I had some bills to pay and no idea how I was going to pay them. I walked into the sitting room and suddenly heard my husband’s voice saying, ‘Green folder, top shelf.’ I went straight up to the bedroom, looked in the green folder on the top shelf and found a building society book for an account I hadn’t known about with easily enough money to cover the bills in it. That was a fantastic gift.
From then on, I kept hearing Richard’s voice at the oddest times, often cracking little jokes. He’d always been able to make me laugh, and now he was making me laugh again after his death. He’s a very witty man.
A friend of his, John, used to visit every week to see if I needed help with any odd jobs. He was a lovely person and we enjoyed talking about Richard together and reminding each other of things he had said and done. One day, four years after Richard had died, I heard his voice in my head saying, ‘You should marry John.’
‘I can’t!’ I cried out loud. ‘I miss you too much.’
‘It’s time to move on,’ he said.
Next time John came round, I looked at him with different eyes and realised that I could be attracted to him if I just let myself. I also got the feeling that he might possibly be attracted to me. To cut a long story short, a year later we were married, as Richard had suggested. He doesn’t come to visit me so much any more now, but I know he is always there, looking out for me and for our children.
Black Ice
As I said before, our time of death is pre-ordained, but I believe there are actually two points at which we can die—an earlier and a later one. We each have two ‘buttons to press’: one of these gives us the longest possible time on earth and the other gives us the shortest.
It’s wrong to believe that God ‘takes’ us. He gives us life in the first place and it’s up to us what we do with it. If you are not learning the life lessons you are supposed to learn in this lifetime, you can go early and then you will have to reincarnate next time with the same lessons to learn. But before that your guardian angel may come to warn you and help you get on the right track.
In the following story, Lisa had a lesson to learn—and I’m glad to say that she listened.
I was driving along a narrow country road with my boyfriend one winter afternoon. Suddenly the car hit an invisible patch of black ice and hurtled into an uncontrollable spin. I felt as though I was floating in a bubble, as though time was in slow motion. I couldn’t hear anything and I knew there was nothing I could do because it makes it worse if you brake during a skid. Suddenly I saw my father’s face right in front of me, smiling. It was very clear and detailed, right down to his sparkly blue eyes.
Next there was an almighty crash and everything came to a standstill. I didn’t feel a jolt, though, because it was as if there was a pillow cushioning me. Once we were stationary, I looked down. The windscreen had shattered and I had fragments of glass all over me, sparkling in the sunlight. There was a bit of broken wing mirror in my hair. I looked round at my boyfriend and he was covered in glass as well but seemed fine.
It was difficult getting out of the car because the doors were all bent and twisted, but someone came and helped us, telling us that we had smashed into his van. He seemed very shaken and kept giving us strange looks.
‘You’d better get away in case it catches fire,’ he said. ‘I’ve called for an ambulance.’
I looked at my boyfriend. ‘I don’t think we need an ambulance,’ I said. ‘I feel fine.’
It was then I turned to look at the car and couldn’t believe my eyes. It had been ripped almost in two, had lost two of its wheels, and the fuel tank had ruptured and was leaking petrol all over the road.
A police car arrived
