Saved From Being Hit by a Train

* Sent in by Ken Milne

I was our shopping with my girlfriends in town and had seriously overspent of some homewares and clothes and was lamenting my impulsive urges over lunch.  It was a common occurrence with me so my friends just laughed off my whinging and whining.

We went our separate ways after our catch-up and I made my way to the train station, stopping briefly at my favourite bakery before heading home.  I plugged in my earphones to call my boyfriend to tell him I’d be a little and late and not to worry.  I was busy chatting away when I approached the pedestrian boom-gate next to the tracks.  I’ll admit that I wasn’t really paying much attention, so I casually glanced to my right after the first train passed, oblivious to the other train coming the other way on the other track.  I just blindly went to step out.  But something held me back.  I couldn't move my arms or legs and I felt totally rooted to the spot.  I couldn’t move a muscle.  It was like something or someone had me in a full body hold.  In a flash the trained rushed passed me and I felt the wind gushing harshly against my face and body.  It scared the life out of me and my heart was beating in my throat when I realized how close I’d come to being hit, and possibly killed, by that speeding train.

My body then totally relaxed and felt back to normal and I tentatively made my way across the tracks to the platform.

I can’t really explain who or what stopped me from stepping in front of that train, but I’m certainly grateful that it did.

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* Sent in by Ken Milne

My Guardian Angel Saved Me From Drowning

* Sent in by Rachel

When I was about 13 my family and some relatives visiting from Holland, travelled from Melbourne in Victoria to Hervey Bay in Queensland, on a two week road trip.

Somewhere halfway through New South Wales we’d stopped for a break and some lunch.  We’d pulled off the highway near an irrigation channel and a few of us decided to take a dip.  The fast-flowing current was pretty strong so the others quickly got out.  I was an over-confident swimmer and was sure I could easily swim against the current.

I ducked under the water and felt my body being swept quickly along with the current.  As I tried to surface I hit the top of my head against something hard and everything was dark above me.  I realized that I’d been swept under the concrete bridge that ran over the channel and there was no gap between the rushing water and the bottom of the bridge.

I bobbed back down and swam frantically against the current, trying to swim beyond the bridge.  I tried to surface again only to hit the top of my head on the bridge.  I was quickly running out of air and energy and I began to panic.  I kicked out frantically and in a last-ditch effort tried to swim free of the bridge again. 

Then I felt someone grab my hand firmly and focused my eyes on a figure in the water in front of me.  I was totally bewildering because I could clearly see the figure of a woman in a floating gown and she was lit up somehow, but she didn’t seem to actually be in the water ... she just seemed to be floating with the strong current not affecting her in anyway.  She just looked vibrant, calm and serene under the rushing water ... but I could feel myself starting to fade to darkness the longer I was stuck under the water.

I woke up on the bank of the channel downstream with no recollection of exactly how I got out from under the bridge and/or out of the water and up onto the bank.

Sitting up and looking upstream I could see my family frantically scrambling around the bridge and my mother being consoled by her sister, my aunt.  I yelled out and my Dad spun around then ran towards me.  I was still disoriented and couldn’t cohesively explain what had happened, but everyone agreed that I was safe, and that was the main thing. 

I still don’t know how I ended up on the bank some way downstream, but I do believe that what I saw under the water that day was my guardian angel and I can’t thank her enough for saving me from drowning that day.

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* Sent in by Rachel 

My Guardian Angel Alf

* Sent in by Andrew Jillson

Alf, my Guardian Angel, has always had my back and has always been a source of support, protection and encouragement for me.

I don’t really know the name of my Guardian Angel, but I fondly call him ‘Alf’.  I’ve called him that for as long as I can remember.

I don’t tell anyone of course because they’d think I was totally insane, but to me it is a comfort and I am happy with ‘Alf’.

I first became aware of having Alf around me when I was a teenager.  My mother says that I was an incessant chatterer since birth, and I was always talking to something or someone as a toddler.

I remember walking home from school one afternoon with my friend Denise and feeling a hand on my shoulder pushing me up all of a sudden.  I stopped instantly and grabbed Denise by the arm just as she was about to step onto the pedestrian crossing.  We’d been so preoccupied that we hadn’t seen the icon change and would have stepped out into oncoming traffic.

Another time I was at a party with a group of my girlfriends when I was about 17, and I could feel someone tapping on my shoulder to get my attention.  I turned to see who it was but then quickly realized that my back was to the wall with on one behind me, so I knew that it had been Alf.  I tuned in to his energy and felt compelled to leave the party right then and there.
I suddenly felt quite a foreboding feeling and felt compelled to get home as soon as possible.  I left the party much to the chagrin of my friends and caught a taxi home.  Once there I took a few deep breaths and asked for Alf’s help with whatever was to confront me on the other side of the door.  I felt a wave of energy wash over me from head to foot and just knew that all would be okay.  

Opening the door with confidence I was relieved to find all was in order.  Mum and Dad were sitting comfortably on the couch watching TV and my younger brother Cameron was asleep in bed.  I took a short shower and took myself off to bed, wondering about Alf’s warning at the party.

I was to find out the next day that just after I’d left, a group of gatecrashers had arrived causing trouble for some of the party-goers.  Fights broke out, the hall was trashed and eventually the police were called.  I was glad I hadn’t been there for that.

As an adult, Alf has guided and assisted me more times than I can count.  Sometimes it would be subtle, like when choosing one thing over another, which direction to go in when travelling in unfamiliar territory and alerting me to any impending dangers or obstacles.  Alf lets me know when something is a good thing or a bad thing, and whenever I feel confused or upset Alf cloaks me in his love.  I would not feel complete without Alf in my life and I feel blessed and loved every day.

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* Sent in by Andrew Jillson

Angels Angels Everywhere

* Sent in by Angela Wilkinson

My mum had always talked about angels for as long as I could remember.  Everyone thought it was cute, but to my mum, angels were serious business.

Mum wasn’t religious at all but she certainly believed in angels and always encouraged my brother, sister and I to talk to the angels and trust them.  She always said that if you listened hard enough you would hear them.  I always went along with her even though I really wasn’t as into them as she was.  

I say ‘was’ because my mother passed away about four years ago now.  Since then i know when mum is around because she shows me signs by moving my little angel figurines around in the crystal cabinet.  Mum had bought me that set of angels about six months before she died, and they always remind me of her.  Some mornings I would find all of my angels grouped to one side or the other, or would be lined u along the front of the shelf.  No one ever touched them during the night and I never knew when she would strike, but I always know that its Mum paying me a visit.

As I’ve gotten older and have had children of my own (and a new grandchild on the way), I too have had more and more contact with angels.  I can feel their presence and I aks for their help and guidance whenever I feel the need and they are always there for me.  Open yourself up to the angels, and you may pleasantly surprised.

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* Sent in by Angela Wilkinson

The Night Angel

* Sent in by Nancy Wainwright

I’d had a really difficult pregnancy and had felt sick and weak from the very start.  It was my second child and this pregnancy was very different from the first.  It had me worried.  My obstetrician assured me that the baby was fine and all was going according to plan.  Still I felt concerned.

My husband and I prepared the nursery as I edged closer towards the due date.  We’d decided not to find out the gender of the baby so the room was decorated in a mixture of different colours.

I got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and in my half-asleep/half-awake state I noticed a dim light under the nursery door.  Perplexed, I opened the door and before me stood a tall being with light omitting from it.  The light switch hadn’t been turned on and there was no light shining in through the windows.  It was this ‘thing’ that was glowing.  Time seemed to stand still as I stared in shock, awe and confusion. A blink later and it was gone and I was left standing in the dark.  I tried to convince myself that obviously I was dreaming, so made my way back to bed.  

The next morning I woke up still confused about what I’d seen.  I knew I saw something, but I had no idea what it was at that point.

The following night I again visited the bathroom round about the same time, and again I was confronted by the glowing being in my yet-to-be-born baby’s bedroom.  The crib was fully set up as the due date was nearing and I’d always been one to over-organize.  The ‘light being’, which I then chose to view as an angel, stood by the crib and I stood stock-still by the doorway. I felt a wave of energy go right through me, from head to toe.  I just knew intuitively at that moment that my baby would be born healthy and all would be fine.

The angel visited each night for the following nine nights, until the day my little baby boy Adrian was born.  The birth was hassle-free and relatively fast, and by the next day I was set to be released from hospital.

My first night home I lay in bed waking slowly in order to check, change and feed my new little one.  Upon nearing the nursery I saw that familiar glow from under the door.   I quietly opened the door and peeked in to see my friend the angel bending over a soundly-sleeping Adrian.  The angel seemed to turn to look at me, then vanished in a blink.  The room instantly darkened, and Adrian stirred.

Over time the angel’s visits became less frequent as Adrian grew, and by the time he was 12 months old the night angel stopped visiting us.

I’ve never experienced anything like it since, but I have felt very blessed and protected ever since.  I know that angels are real.

* Sent in by Nancy Wainwright

Angels By My Side

* Sent in by Angela Hogan

Angels have always been very real to me, and I’ve been able to sense and see them for as long as I can remember.  In fact I see all kinds of entities and energies of the spiritual realm every day of my life, and to me it is just part of the package.

When I listen to my angels, guides and intuition all seems to fall into place for me.  I turn to them in times of both trouble and happiness and they are always with me.

My angels give me signs and signals when I need to pay attention to something or if I’m heading in the wrong direction, they guide me to make the best decisions and choices, and also alert me to danger or wrongs.  When out driving I always ask for protection for myself and all other road users, and ask them to deliver me to my destination safely and in good time.  When I go shopping I always ask for help to find what I need for the best prices.

I ask my angels to help me rest and sleep at night, and I ask them to help me with my work during the day.  When I’m looking for something or am having trouble finding what I’m looking for, I ask my angels to give me signs or clues as to its whereabouts.  Sometimes I am led intuitively and other times I can hear the answer audibly.

Sometimes the angels give me little fits to let me know that they are around me, such as heart-shaped stones and pebbles and white feathers.  I often find them in the most unusual of places, but I always know where and why they came from, and I always thank them and feel blessed upon receiving them.
With the wide-spread spiritual awakening taking place on the Earthplane at this time, hopefully more and more people will open themselves up to the reality of angels, Archangels and Ascended Masters and will allow them into their hearts and lives.

God Bless :)

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* Sent in by Angela Hogan

The Bedside Angel

* Sent in by Chloe

I never really thought much about angels and stuff like that, but I was in for a pleasant surprise.

In my early twenties I married and quickly had two little boys, Gavin and Steven.  When Gavin was only a month or so old, I work for his night time feed.  His crib was in the corner of our bedroom and as I looked across I could see a light or rather a glow hovering near his cot. I blinked my eyes in the dark, thinking I was dreaming, but I could still clearly see the outline of whitish-bluish figure bending over a sleeping Gavin.

I felt a sense of shock, but not fear.  I sat perplexed, unsure of what to do.  Then Gavin stirred and woke, the light figure fading away in the darkness.  I then switched on my beside lamp and went about feeding and changing Gavin as normal.

Laying back down in bed once done, I wandered about what I’d seen and worried that it was a bad omen.

I witnessed this phenomenon most nights after that, and in time, rather than being concerned, I felt supported and grateful for the presence each night and I believed that Gavin was being protected by what I assumed to be an angel.

Two years later little Steven was born and the same angel came nightly just as with Gavin.
My boys are now grown with children of their own, but I’ll never forget the peaceful presence of the angel who visited each night.

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* Sent in by Chloe

Jake’s Guardian Angel

* Sent in by Donna S

My husband Greg and I had lived in our neighbourhood for over twenty years and had seen many families come and go over the years.

One Spring a couple with a toddler moved in next door.  Over  time, Greg and I became very fond of the little family next door and would joyfully look after young Jake whenever needed.  He was such a cheerful little mite and we loved his cheeky grin and natural curiousity.  At 3 years old he we a clever and social little chap.

One afternoon as Greg was about to leave for the shops, I had a sudden urge to stop him.  I didn’t know why, but I just felt I needed to.  I stepped outside just as he was about to reverse down the driveway, but thankfully he caught my wave and stopped on the spot.

I scurried to the driver’s side window and Greg looked at me expectantly.  I didn’t know what to say exactly because at that point I had no idea why I’d stopped him in the first place.

All of a sudden we both heard a big loud bang from out of nowhere.  I quickly looked around for the source of the noise and making my way to the back of the car my heart skipped a beat.  Little Jake was sitting on the driveway playing with a bug, only a metre or so from the back of the car.  There was no way that Greg would have seen him had he backed down the driveway.

I don’t know what prompted me to stop Greg or what or who made that loud noise that day .... but I am sure that Jake’s guardian angel was watching over him that day.

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* Sent in by Donna S

My Angel Experience

By Shawne Patrill

I’ve always believed in angels, since I was a kid.  I didn’t know exactly why, but I supposed I associated them with Chrismassy things and happy times.  But the one and only time that I’ve actually had an ‘angelic experience’ wasn’t such a happy occasion.  In fact, it was the most terrifying experience I’ve ever had.  But I do know that I was saved that day.

I hadn’t had my license for long, but I was a competent driver (or so I thought).  The accident wasn’t entirely my fault, but in the craziness of moment I didn’t know what was up and what was down.  I didn’t even know where I was.  All I knew was that there was a lot of commotion going on outside my upside down car, and I could hear sirens getting closer and closer.  I don’t remember much because everything was blurring and foggy and I seemed to be falling in and out of consciousness.  I could smell something burning and felt heat around me.  The sirens were getting closer, but I could feel myself slipping away. 

All of a sudden I felt a presence beside me.  I couldn’t see it clearly ... it was more of a feeling or something I thought I was seeing in my mind’s eye.  At first I thought I was imagining it, but it felt so real.  I tried to focus on the presence and started to see the outline of what I thought was a person.  In my clear mind I knew I’d been in the car alone, but I could sense and almost see a figure next to me, somehow hanging in the air of my upside down wreckage.

I heard a voice, outside of myself but in my mind, somehow.  It was soft and melodic and it kept reassuring me that I would be okay ... that all would be ok.  The voice kept telling me to hold on and believe that I would live.  I felt a calmness envelope me, and although it seemed to be getting hotter inside my car and I could feel pain in my legs and lower back, I just knew I would survive.  I knew without a doubt that I would make it through this.  I must have blacked out at that point because the next thing I remembered was coming to in the ambulance.  I had tubes and machines all around me and couldn’t breathe properly and I started to panic and hyperventilate, my heart beating erratically.

I looked up at the paramedic tending to me and focused on his face.  But behind him I could see (or at least I thought I could see) beautiful colours, like a rainbow kind of.  I felt something brush against my face, stroking gently like whispy feathers and I just knew I’d be okay.  

5 months later I was discharged from hospital, but had another six months of rehabilitation ahead of me.  I never saw the angel again, but I will never forget it.

By Shawne Patrill

The Hospice Angel

Contributed by Nina Wheeler

My Dad had been battling cancer for six years and we all knew that he was in his final days.  My family (my Mother, sister Kerry, brother Andy and myself) were crowded into the tiny hospice room, morbidly glancing from one set of eyes to the next, no one really knowing what to say or do.

My mother needed a break to stretch her legs.  She’d been sitting at dad’s bedside through the night.  Andy lead her outside to the gardens for a breather, my sister Kerry following suit right behind them.

Looking around the silent, darkened room, it was just me and Dad.  I sat quietly staring at the frail, weak and sickly man who had once been so strong and vibrant.  He had battled so hard for so long, determined to defy the vile disease.  But it had him beat and it was only a matter of time now.

Dad let out a long, heavy sigh and gingerly lifted a hand and reached towards something (or someone) I couldn’t see.  I stared in fascination and felt riveted to my chair.  Staring intently, I began to see the outline of a figure standing next to my father’s bed.  I blinked a couple of times, not believing my own eyes  -  but I knew I could see a figure becoming clearer and clearer as I watched on.  I could vaguely make out a shimmering glow around the figure, although it was kind of transparent and seemed to be a bright white but with colours.  It was an incredible sight and I sat transfixed for what seemed like an age, although logically I knew it was only a matter of moments.

I heard footsteps approaching in the hallway and glanced at the door as it opened.  My brother, sister and mother bustled back into the room.  I glanced back at my father’s bed, and the Angel was gone  -  and so had my father, leaving only the shell of who he had been behind.  His battle was now over and he was finally out of pain and at peace.

I never mentioned the Angel to anyone, but I thanked her silently for guiding my Dad over to the Other Side.

Contributed by Nina Wheeler

The Angel in the Garden

As told by Michael


I never really believed in angels and stuff like that, although my Grandma Ada used to talk on and on about them when I was kid.  She used to tell me they were all around us, but I could never see them.  She’d often mention one by name in particular  -  Athena she’d called her.  I used to just play along with Grandma when she’d point out the fairies and sylphs in her special spot in the garden  -  her reading rotunda.  Grandma Ada would spend hours reading her books and magazines under the shade of the rose covered rotunda.


Years passed and I married my wife Sarah and had two kids.  I didn’t see Grandma Ada for a couple of years while I worked overseas, but I heard from Mum over the years that she was doing fine.  


My daughters were 5 and 9 when I took Sarah and the girls to visit with Grandma Ada.  She wasn’t in the house, or at least didn’t answer our knock, so I made my way to the rotunda in the garden with the girls in tow.


Not quite believing my eyes, I saw Grandma Ada lying on her back on the ground with a lady with long flowing hair leaning in close to her as though whispering in her ear.  I hastened my footsteps, worried that Grandma Ada was ill, and wondering who this strange lady was leaning over her so closely.  


Quickening my pace, staring straight at the rotunda and the two women within, the lady with the flowing hair began to disappear to nothing.  She just faded away before 


my eyes as though she was never there to begin with.  I was too busy to fuss about it at the time so put my curiosities aside and attended to Grandma.


I checked her pulse and breathing and noted her deathly palour.   Sarah was already on her mobile, calling for an ambulance.


Once at the hospital Grandma Ada was stabilized and had pulled through almost unscathed.  She’s suffered a heart attack while reading in her garden, but she stated that she was a ‘tough old bird’ and it would take more than a little heart attack to knock her off.


Turning to leave a while later, Grandma Ada called me to her bedside and motioned for me to lean in close.  “Did you see her?” she asked.  “Who?” I replied, having totally forgotten about the strange lady in the rotunda.  “My angel ... Athena. Did you see her? Grandma asked again.  I nodded and smiled.  Yes.  I’d finally seen Athena, Grandma Ada’s angel.

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