WOW!! Absolutely fascinating. I most definitely believe in Angels and believe that they can
manifest themselves in many different shapes and forms.
Zee
Yes Sister Zee, I am certain of it.
There are times in my life I have felt the presence of angels very strongly.
I have seen them only once.....I "died" during a surgical operation, and had what some call a "near-death experience".
I was only 18 and had never heard of such a thing.
I was whisked up along a tunnel with people on all sides of me.....I started to recognize some of them as relatives.....
my grandparents, aunt Nellie, uncle John Clarke.....all smiling and there was a great atmosphere of love and welcome.
I was rushing along towards a brilliant light, unlike anything I have ever seen....I heard beautiful music.
I noticed the people around me had changed.....they had glorious, luminous faces and....yes, wings!
And oh - their voices - but I could not tell what they were saying.....
Suddenly I was back in the hospital room, up in the corner of the ceiling looking down....
I could see a doctor pumping my chest and someone else attaching a tube.
Then I was back in my body......feeling disappointed. I wanted to go back to that glorious place.
The Doctor, who was also Irish, said "What's the matter? Wouldn't Saint Peter let you in?" and he laughed.
He had seen this before, and understood.
My journey to Bosnia in 1997 turned into more of an adventure than I expected.
Our Group of 20 met at Frankfurt Airport, to fly to Zagreb, Croatia. I was not a US Citizen then, so I was using my Irish Passport.
As a result, the rest of our group who were American, had to get a Visa stamped in their Passports, I didn't need one.
At the same time they got the Visa they were given their Boarding Passes. So I didn't get one.
I was turned away from the departure Gate and went back to the desk....but there was no Boarding Pass
for me and I missed the flight.
I had to wait 9 hours which meant I would not arrive in Split until midnight. My Group did not know where I was,
and I had no clue how to get to Medjugorje, the little Village where we were staying.
I took out my Rosary in the middle of the Airport, and began to pray, surrounded by Communists and heavily armed guards.
I honestly feel all of that was meant to happen.....I don't have room for the whole story here, but it was amazing!
When I got to Split at 12:20am, there was a Bosnian guy (Jon) with his small son, holding a sign with my name on!
He was the cousin of Vicka, the lady we were staying with. They had guessed I would arrive on the next plane.
We had a precarious and dangerous 3-hour drive along the Adriatic Coast, on cliff-tops and bombed-out roads.
War damage all around us. My driver Jon did not speak English, but indicated I should lie down on the back seat,
where there was a blanket and pillow.
Later I was suddenly awakened by a bright light in my face, and an unfriendly voice shouting.
I squinted at the light, then saw the muzzle of an AK-47 pointed at me. They were demanding my passport.
I told Jon I would let them look at it, but I would
NOT let go of it.
This angered the Guard, but I stared right into his eyes and thought "they will have to chisel my Irish Passport,
and my Rosary, out of my cold dead hands!" Behind the Guards I could see a large poster of Slobodan Miloševic,
their Marxist Leader, who was later convicted of war crimes and genocide....
...oh great, I was in the hands of the bad guys!
I thought this might be my last moment on earth....I closed my eyes, made the sign of the Cross and prayed.
I felt very calm, wrapped in a friendly presence. Yes. I'm sure it was my Guardian Angel, who I have tested many times!
I guess one of the guards had a Catholic Mother, he said something in Serbo-Croat to my driver,
who put me in the car and drove quickly away. Jon and his son breathed a huge sigh of relief!
We arrived in the Village at 3:30am, and the next day my story had spread throughout our Group.
Jon had told Vicka I was a crazy lady! So.....what's new?
That was not my only encounter with an angel, or with danger, while I was in Bosnia....