Tuesday, November 12, 2013
Guardian Angels, Ghosts and Bodhisattvas
[NOTE: Cloud images are from the Cloud-Speak Personal Oracle Card Deck, Card #4, Available 2014]
In my October 29th blog, “What’s In A Number?,” I shared Steven’s intriguing series of personal oracles that were delivered by the number 12. You might remember that at the end of his email, he offered to share how he met his guardian angel.
In my October 29th blog, “What’s In A Number?,” I shared Steven’s intriguing series of personal oracles that were delivered by the number 12. You might remember that at the end of his email, he offered to share how he met his guardian angel.
I expected his
guardian angel to be an ethereal being that appeared to him in a dream or
vision. Well, I was wrong!
Steven’s email:
Hi Ann,
I will tell you
about he day I met my guardian angel.
I don't remember
exactly what year it was but it was in the mid 1990s. That morning about 10:00,
I was driving north on Highway 75 in Dallas approaching the Campbell Road exit
in the right lane when I heard a noise under the truck.
I knew what it
was. A universal joint had just busted and the drive shaft had fallen out from
under the truck and was dragging on the highway.
A few days
before that I had noticed that the universal joints seemed to have just a
little too much play in them and I had purchased a set of new ones in
anticipation of changing them soon.
My mind raced as
I quickly assessed the situation. I was still moving and had control of the
vehicle, so I knew it had to be the rear u-joint just ahead of the center bearing
that had shattered. That was the good news.
Had the front
u-joint failed, it would have dropped the front of the drive shaft and once
that hit the pavement and hit a crack or hole at highway speed, it could have
vaulted the rear end of the truck into the air! My own inertia would have been
my worst enemy at that moment.
As it stood, I
knew that because I was dragging the drive shaft, not pushing it, I could use
inertia to my best advantage. I put the transmission in neutral to stop the
drive shaft from spinning around and possibly doing more damage and kept my
foot off of the brake.
I had brakes if
I needed them, but I knew that once I stopped, I would be unable to move the
vehicle again. Since the engine was still running, I also had steering and I
was coming to an exit. I coasted on to the exit ramp, pulled to the right about
halfway down the ramp and stopped on a wide spot on the shoulder.
At the time, I
was doing freelance work installing phone systems, so I had all of that
equipment in the back of my old yellow 1971 Chevy truck.
I got out and
secured the drive shaft to the frame with an old piece of telephone wire that I
had in the bed of the truck.
No sooner than I
had finished doing that, a guy pulled up behind me in a clean white late model
Chevrolet truck and asked if I could use some help.
Let me describe
this guy.
I am 6' 2"and
he was as tall as me. He had a full head of straight,t thick light blonde hair
that was neatly cut and tapered to an average length above his collar.
He wore a
spotless white collared long sleeved shirt, clean new blue jeans and brown
boots or shoes that looked new.
His hands and
nails appeared to be perfectly clean.
He appeared to
be in his late twenties or early thirties.
He was a very
good-looking guy with handsome facial features.
His skin was
perfectly white and flawless, no freckles moles wrinkles or blemishes of any
kind.
Now, I have
light blue eyes but this guy had the deepest and brightest blue eyes that I had
ever seen.
He wasn't
wearing any jewelry, rings or a watch that I could see.
I don't think he
had a cell phone either, now that I think about it.
He said, "I'm on my way to a ski trip in Colorado. Could you use some help?" I
told him I needed a push to someplace where I could get my truck fixed. He said
there was a Texaco station on Arapaho Road about a mile east of where we were. He
put his truck behind mine and pushed it to the station.
The station
manager was aggravated because he couldn't get the phone company to come out
and install a phone jack for his new lottery ticket machine. I offered to do it
in exchange for replacing my u-joints. He was more than happy to do that and
even offered to drive me back to my place to get the parts.
I stepped back
outside. The guy with the white truck was still there. "Is there anything
else I can do for you?" he asked.
"No," I said, "I think I'll be OK now."
"What's
your name?” I asked.
"David,"
he replied.
"Do you
have a business card, David?" I asked him.
"No, I
don't," he said.
"Well,
David," I said, "you're my guardian angel today."
At that moment,
he kind of looked down like I'd caught him and I wasn't supposed to know, but
he didn't say anything.
Then, I shook
his hand, and gave him one of those manly one-armed handshake-hugs, you know,
like guys will do and said "David, Thanks for all your help and God bless
you, and I mean that. Who knows what might have happened had you not stopped
and helped. You probably saved my life."
As he drove off,
I noticed the license tag on his truck, and I wrote it down thinking it might
be interesting to look it up sometime, but I never did. I have long since lost
that piece of paper, but I will never forget the day I met David, my guardian
angel.
Steven Reed
Steven describes his guardian angel, David, as a flesh and blood man. Yet,
the description of his amazing blue eyes, no rings, watch or cell phone – combined
with the sentence “he kind of looked down
like I'd caught him and I wasn't supposed to know, but he didn't say anything,”
leaves me wondering….
Is Steven suggesting David was a spiritual being that manifested
momentarily into physical form?
What do you think?
Steven’s experience reminds me of the account in my book of Telley Ssvallas,
aka “Kojak” who had a personal oracle delivered by a “ghost,”a man who died
three years prior helped him when his car broke down in the early hours of a 1954
summer morning.
With so many mysteries in our world: guardian angels, ghosts and bodhisattvas
that materialize into physical form and then returning to the world of spirit One thing is certain…
The universe is
designed to respond to our needs and it operates using this formula.
Need + delivery system + message = personal
oracle
On this particular day, when Steven needed help his delivery
system arrived in the form of David, his guardian angel.
Steven,
Thanks again for sharing your numerology story and this
thought provoking account of the day you met your guardian angel. Please let me know when you have more
personal oracle experiences to share.
All the best,
Ann
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In her bestselling book, Everyday Oracles:
Decoding the Divine Messages That Are All Around Us, author Ann
Bolinger-McQuade uses memorable stories and photos to introduce the formula for
how personal oracles work, then teaches you how to recognize and decode yours.
If you have personal oracle experiences to share, please submit them to Ann
through her website www.personaloracles.com She will respond
personally. And while you’re there, check out the cloud photos in the interactive “What Do You See
Section.” Have fun and exercise your psychic muscles. Who knows, you may
discover a personal oracle hiding in plain sight, just waiting to deliver a
special message to you.
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