I was visited by an angel in the late 1990’s…
My mother and I were not getting along at the time. She was verbally abusive. She was hurtful, etc. I did not want to be around her and was having a difficult time dealing with her. I reluctantly agreed to meet her at a Bob Evan’s restaurant because I felt she was my mother and I did love her.
We were seated in a booth. She began to start criticizing me and verbally abusing me as usual. I just sat there while she hurled the abusive and hurtful things at me. In the atmosphere of the restaurant, I could hear the banging of knives and forks and conversations of all the people there.
Then, something changed. All of a sudden it was like a new sound frequency had happened. I could no longer hear my mother’s voice or the other people in the restaurant, etc. There was a high pitch sound as if a thousand violins were playing the highest note possible at the same time. My mother was still talking. I turned to my left and noticed a person cleaning the empty table across from us. The table was not dirty and did not need to be cleaned.
As I watched this…man…I knew something was very different about him. He was dressed as a waiter in clean black slacks with a perfect crease in the front and he wore a crisp, clean white shirt. But, it was the way he was cleaning and his appearance that made me captivated. You see, he was smiling while he moved the salt and pepper shakers out to clean behind them and most importantly, his head was the color of black and bronze. From the top of his head, there was a golden light as if his head was lit from within with a warm glow. He was bald. He went about cleaning that table as if it was the most joyful thing to him. He loved doing it. He then turned to me and smiled. When I saw his entire face, it glowed. I was mesmerized. I could not take my eyes off of him. He was looking into my soul. As far as he and I were concerned, there were no other beings around. He then came over to me and softly whispered in my left ear, “Can I get you anything?” Can I do something for you?”
I could not move my mouth to answer. It was as if I had seen a celebrity and was dumb struck. He stayed near me waiting to find out if I needed something. His voice was soft and well, there are no adjectives in any language to describe it. He knew I was upset with my mother. I managed to eek out a wimpy, “no” when he asked me if he could get me something. Then he took his left arm and covered my mother’s face as if to tell me, “don’t pay any attention to her.” He then asked again, “Can I do something for you?” For a moment that seemed to last a lifetime, only he and I were there…kind of suspended in a time warp or another dimension. While there, I felt the most abundant peaceful state that I have ever felt in my lifetime. It was intense peace that hovered over me and in me. Then, he left and walked away.
I looked at my mother and she was still carrying on talking like she did not see him at all. Then, the frequency changed in the atmosphere. I could hear the knives and forks clanging on the plates and the other conversations again. I sat there….and I said to my mother, “I am leaving.” I got up and went to my car. I was still in a peaceful state. I do not remember how I drove home. I felt as if I was floating in peace and tranquility.
Two weeks later, my husband and I went to the same Bob Evan’s restaurant. We were seated in the same booth that my mother and I were in before. The whole time we were there I kept thinking that maybe I would see this angel again. I asked myself, “Will he show up?” I wanted to thank him. We ate and my husband got up to go to the register to pay the check. I was following behind him. But, I stopped. I then looked up at the breakfast bar area and …..there he was.
It was my angel. He was alone standing up against the bar. He had his arms crossed against his chest. I froze. I didn’t know how to tell him, “Thank you.” I looked to the right and saw my husband at the register and it was alright because he did not know I was not with him. I started to walk up to the angel and he…mentally told me not to do that because….no one else could see him but me and that would look weird if I were to start talking to him. So, I stopped and looked at him and said, “thank you.” He was grinning from ear to ear and nodded. In fact, at the time, he was quite pleased with himself in that he felt he had sort of “gotten me” like it was a nice little joke to speak. He did have a sense of humor.
I turned to walk toward my husband and then turned back to see the angel and he was gone. The day with my mother, he came to give me peace. The peaceful feeling he gave me lasted for hours. And, I don’t know how to describe him. I can tell you that he was the most exquisite and beautiful being I have ever seen. The beauty of his perfect features is not easy to describe using words from this earth. He was perfect in every feature. Perfect. They say that some times people may just fall down and die when they see an angel because of their perfect beauty and love. I can understand this. But, i did not die. I think he was able to not release his beauty and power to a certain extent so that I would be able to understand his message.
olding the teaching career bringing me my life’s most valuable teachers, my students….
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I’ve always wanted to write a children’s book but never in my wildest dreams thought I’d become an author of three novels let alone pen a lovely children’s book. But then a serendipitous moment arrived. An acquaintance read Town of Angels. She said, “You know, this story is so beautiful you need to write a children’s book with Angel Ken and the butterflies!” I was touched and pondered it for a few months yet I knew unfortunately, my artistic skills were limited to stick figures.