RE: Do Angels Exist? Why Yes They Do!
You are such an excellent writer, I always enjoy your pieces. There is this talent of yours for storytelling and what makes it exciting is that you talk about things happened to you in your life.
I must admit that I had a hard time believing you just for the simple reason nothing of this kind has ever happened to me. Sometimes I wondered why all members of my mothers family have survived their times as they were in life danger so often.
It's indeed brave to put this out as you can be sure that some reactions could be shaking heads. Have you talked about this angel within your family and friends circle? And what did they say?
What about the man you dated when you saw the angel last time? Are you still in contact to him?
Your username you picked for a reason, I would say :)
Thank you, @erh.germany Your words mean so much. I've always approached life through the lens of 'what am I learning from this?' and I think that is why my writing comes out in storytelling form. I shouldn't have survived many of the things that happened in my life - I could even be an angry, messed up person from what I've experienced in my life, BUT I took the jewels with me and protected my heart. What is 'life'? Who are we? It might be that this 'something more' has more to do with the answer than you might think. Do hardships define life? Or are they just teachers?
I had a hard time myself!!! You have no idea how difficult this was. YET, these two years were also the most amazing. I left out a lot about the story - some even more unbelievable (like the 4th visitation) or all the inbetween occurrences that you could justifiably put in the 'miracle' category. I couldn't wrap my mind around it for a very long time. In fact, my mother traveled to NYC and went to the Greek Orthodox Church there to get 'advise' on what was happening to her daughter. A nun met with her and after hearing whatever my mother's view of the situation was, the nun told her not to worry about me, that I was given a gift and then gave her a silver hand with some blessed chalk to give to me for 'writing'. I just remembered this! Interesting. I still have that silver hand - maybe I'll take a photo of it and upload here. To the point - friends and family (and myself) had a very hard time with this. I eventually learned to accept and absorb and keep it to myself unless I was with people I knew I could talk to about it. Hard for someone that lives life as an 'open book'. It was brutal.
I would think that your family members had a sense of protection around them, Erika? Maybe they never spoke to you about it in those deeper terms? People do usually keep these things to themselves. But yes, I would say that they were being protected. :) Since I wrote this story, I've had quite a few people write me in pm telling me about their similar experiences - it's unfortunate that these beautiful parts of life have to be concealed for fear of scrutiny. So, it's much more common than you would think. Read the comments on this thread, too. ;)
Most of my family eventually accepted this...eventually. When they've had difficult times, they knew they could come to me and talk about it - and some had their own experiences. It's always like that - we have to experience things for ourselves - I do understand that.
My poor husband has lived life experiencing all this along side with me. He is a very 'logical' minded person like myself but without these experiences to draw upon prior to our meeting. The moment we knew that we were supposed to be together, was a miracle in itself - it actually made the newspaper and just continued from there throughout life - 25 years! So much more I could say on this but.....
Testing the waters....
No, those dreams were accurate ;) A huge story in and of itself - I ended up being stalked and threatened by this woman. I left. One of the hardest things I've had to do because I did love him very much...even as I was driving away. But I knew we were on different paths/different people by this point. When I didn't come home after the weekend, he called my mother's house and I had to say, "I'm not coming home anymore" and then I threw up. Hard. Breakups are hard. I did call him many years later when I heard that he was getting married just to 'wish him happiness'.
You might think my username is connected to this story or all the others, but it's actually not (in large part). I chose it to remind myself and everyone else that 'you have wings'. I have spent my whole life helping others, surviving unspeakable hardships and only just recently broke free from that. I have never written about it and don't know that I ever will and to this day I am still working through the healing process. So choosing that name was based on, "Hey, you have wings now, learn how to use them". What do you have to contribute to the world and yourself? What makes you 'fly'? And what is the wind beneath your wings? Let's find out! Because our hardships do not define us, nor this sometimes chaotic world...not even an angel knocking on your door. What makes your soul fly? It's a statement to the individual and to humanity itself...."you have wings"....let's see where we can take this. I do LOVE seeing all the creativity and ideas, compassion, love, truth that takes place here on Steemit - it's inspiring beyond words. Perfect place to spread your wings and see what happens.......