Dying Man’s Daily Journal – Angels (reprint)

I was doing a bit of a meditation this morning and the thought came to me of a posting I had done at some point in the past. I had to come to the computer and look for the post.

Dying Man’s Daily Journal – Angels

October 2, 2006

What is at the very core of my belief system. This is something I seem to be spending more and more time thinking of, my beliefs, that is. Not questioning, more seeking the comfort of. I can’t even imagine how much more difficult it must be for those, facing death, that do not have their faith firmly in place. My prays certainly go out to them and to all.

Firstly, I have a absolute, total belief in God, a loving, just God. I also believe in Angels, Guardian Angels and Spirit Guides. All are duly appointed by God to do his work. They are never to be worshipped as God, but given the due respect they rightfully deserve as a messenger from God.

I have my own Angel story, I just hope I can find the words to really describe it. For years I have been reading books about Angels and Guardian Angels, some of which even describe ways to contact and communicate directly with your Guardian Angel. This processes is through meditation, which I have also done for years. I began doing the mediation aimed at contacting my Guardian Angel. I worked at it faithfully for about 2 years with no results that I could see. I started this about 4 years ago so the incident I am describing happened about 2 years ago. I must explain that at that time my health was somewhat better, we had just moved into our current home and I was doing (or maybe better said, trying to do) some renovations in the basement.

Anyway, on that particular day I woke up not feeling well, down in spirit and just grumpy. Did my Angel meditation. Because of my mood I am sure, part way through, I seemed to lose patience and actually got upset or mad at my Angel. I said something to the effect. “OK, enough is enough, I read of thousand of people who are able to make contact, why not me. Thats it I quit.” That is what I said but in my heart I know I didn’t mean it. In a big huff, I stomped downstairs “to do something constructive”. I grabbed a hammer and put my hand into the pouch on the belt that contained the nails. The very first thing I touched was obviously not a nail. I pulled it out and I swear before God, there I held a little wire figure of an Angel. I was stopped in my tracks, I can’t describe how I felt. Understand, I had never seen this before, and even if I had I have way to much respect for the Angels to have ever put an Angel figure in my tool belt. Vi swears the same. I know many people will just laugh this off, but I really don’t care because I know it was the sign I had been asking for. I mean no one else had been in the house how could it have possibly gotten there. Blessed, is likely the best word I can use to describe how I felt, ecstatic could be another. Needless to say, I immediately said a prayer of thanks and apologized to my Angels for having doubted them and thank them for the sign I had desperately needed.

My little Angel has a special place on my bed side table and is the first thing I see in the morning and the last I see at night.

It is so much easier making this final journey knowing my Guardian Angel is at my side. I am such a lucky man.

5 Responses to Dying Man’s Daily Journal – Angels (reprint)

  1. Mel says:


    Speaking of angels……

    Mel, my friend you were obviously looking in the mirror when you made this comment.

  2. I believe that we all have guardian angels and I have seen them in action in my life and the lives of my friends and family members. God’s protection for us is amazing.

  3. Mel says:


    Nope, silly man…….was talkin’ about YOU.

    Wanna talk about being able to accept honest, sincere, gratitude filled comments?
    LOL Cuz you’re ‘pants are down’ on this one, dearheart! 😉

  4. Jo Hart says:

    Bill my favourtie subject Angels….. You know I could talk about them all day. What a fantastic story, I dont’ remember reading that one. I love the way they gave you the sign they were there. Kinda like a “I’ll show you Pal”….. Well that they did, and humbled you in the process. Sometimes I spend times infuriated that they just aren’t giving me anything, but again as I have said some time ago, I think I’m looking for the answers I want, rather than what they are telling me. Sometimes I think about how when we are in a job and we really don’t like it, we quit. I often wonder how many of my angels have said, Oh my goodness, this girl is a nightmare, put me somewhere else. Pleeeeeeease !!!!

  5. psychscribe says:

    Hi Bill, I’ve been off blog for a while and doing some reading to catch up…I’ve also been feeling pretty sick…I loved reading about this experience of yours…my life has been saved so many times beyond belief that it could only be miraculous…this post inspires me and reminds me of hope. Thank you.

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