Angels Are Waiting For Your Request
A PERSONAL STORY ABOUT ANGELS
One Thanksgiving, many years ago, I was traveling alone after visiting with my family in a different state. The flight I was on was at full capacity with weary travelers like myself, returning home after a long weekend of holiday festivities.
In the seat next to me, sat a friendly, elderly gentleman named Joe. He was a spritely 83 year old great grandfather who had much to say about his 23 grandchildren. On my other side, directly across the aisle, was a young couple and their infant son.
During the duration of the flight, in the pauses of lively conversation with Joe, I observed that the baby boy across the aisle was struggling miserably with a chest cold. His rattled coughs alternated between gasps for air and wailing outbursts. I could sense the tense energy around the new parents as they struggled to soothe their baby of his discomfort.
As the topics of conversation with Joe flowed from great grandchildren to "lady friends", I noticed a penetrating quietness coming from across the aisle. Guided by my motherly instinct, my investigative glance found the young mother breast-feeding her son. I smiled as I could sense the couple relax a little. All was well for the little family and the other passengers. We were almost home.
As the captain's announcement of our descent intermingled with Grandpa Joe's story-telling, my motherly instinct kicked in once again to look over and check in on the young family.
My eyes were shocked to see what they encountered. The mother was no longer feeding her son. The baby who was now in the lap of his father was quiet and still but he was not sleeping. He was blue and lifeless. He was not breathing at all.
The father turned and looked at me with horror wild in his eyes. Then in an instant that seemed like a lifetime, we telepathically communicated an understanding between us... We were going to do everything in our power to save his child's life.
Something clicked and the father immediately began CPR. I turned to ring the flight attendant's bell and called out among the passengers for a doctor. As the plane began to make its turbulent descent, all the passengers were safely buckled in for landing. No one was coming to our aid.
When I realized that father, baby and I were on our own, I internally screamed out to my guides, WHAT DO I DO?!?
The answer hit me like a lightening bolt. CALL ON THE ANGELS.
Charged with the energy of a Telsa coil, I immediately called out, ANGELS, PLEASE HELP US!!!
Five rows in front of me, my clairvoyance sight allowed me to see a golden portal open on the plane's ceiling. A flood of Angelic Beings came pouring into the cabin. I saw Angels file in and hover above the head of each passenger as if they had been assigned to them, one by one, to console their questioning panic. A group of Angels formed a circle around the little family and me, assisting the father as he worked to revive his sweet baby boy. It was at that point that I closed my eyes, held out my hands, and allowed the golden white light-energy coursing through my body to take over and flow to father and son.
After an intangible amount of time, my trance was broken by the sweetest crying I've ever heard. I opened my eyes and saw the father gently and firmly holding his coughing son upright, encouraging him to cry. Touch down. As the speeding plane came to a halt, the father and I shared celebratory tears of joy while his son continued to cry.
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I like to share this story as a reminder that we are not alone. Whatever hardships or states of emergency we face, Angels are always nearby waiting to assist us. All we have to do is call on them.
Thank you, Angels.