Angels or Demons? Are they among us?

[Dannyboy1]

I wonder... I had an experience years ago. I was walking my motor scooter (big motor - you sat on it and it could go 35-40 mph) late at night with a friend talking, when suddenly, a complete and total stranger approached me and said, "Be careful with that. You might hurt yourself." I said thanks, but disregarded him as a crazy person. A few minutes later, I said goodbye to the person I was talking to, put on my helmet, and took off. Suddenly, I hit a pothole, the handlebars started uncontrollably shaking, and I couldn't remember whether you're supposed to let up on the gas, or give it more. I gave it more. Wrong choice. I woke up in the middle of a busy road with 2 police cars and an ambulance around me. I refused medical attention (ambulance and emergency rooms are expensive when you have no health insurance), went home, and went to sleep. I didn't realize it until I woke up that I had a broken collarbone. I wore a sling for a while. In fact, one of the reasons I got together with my now wife was my mother in law had seen me in church with the sling, felt bad for me, and told her daughter she should get back in touch with me. I wonder if that would still have happened if I never had the sling to call attention to myself. So, the question is, was that man an angel trying to protect me, or a devil trying to prevent me from meeting my wife?

[MattFYF]

... neither!

He was just a nice, decent human being who was looking out for your safety by reminding you to be careful. Not an angel, not a demon. Just a caring person!

[Mato Kinze]

An Angel helped me change a flat tire once...

No, really, I'm not kidding. I was on my way home from work and was on a stretch of highway that is typically a parking lot at rush hour. This particular day, it was a little lighter than normal which only means that the cars were moving at about 35 - 40 miles per hour... bumper to bumper.

I had a blow-out and luckily was able to make it over to the shoulder without incident. After I finished cussing a blue streak, I got out, looked at the tire, and went into the back to get the jack, tire iron and spare. Well, the spare was there, but that was it. No tire iron, no lug wrench, no jack. No sooner had this fact registered than a rather drab and somewhat beat-up pickup truck pulled off the road directly in front of me.

A guy steps out, dressed in blue "worker" clothes like a mechanic or janitor but without a spot on them. He had platinum blond hair that was slightly messy, but clean, and the most penetrating blue eyes I think I've ever seen. He walked with an easy gait and despite the traffic chunking by literally less than a foot from him, seemed like he might have been taking a stroll through a meadow. As he approaches, he says, "Need any help?"

Well, all the stuff I just mentioned had registered, but I didn't really think anything about it. "Just a good samaritan," I figured. Poster child for the Hitler Youth maybe, but still just a good guy helping somebody out. Cool.

"Yeah," I said. "You wouldn't happen to have a Jack handy would you?" Without missing a beat the guy hauls a 2 ton floor jack out of the bed of the pickup truck. "Wow," I think to myself. "That was easy - and quick."

He brings it over and starts to jack up my car. Maybe my male macho ego took over or something, but I say, "No, that's fine. I can get it." Without a blink he steps back and lets me go at it. Maybe two or three pumps on the jack handle and I realize that I don't have a lug wrench or tire iron either. I turn to the guy to ask him if, by any wierd twist of fate, he's got a lug wrench too when guess what, without me even asking he steps up with a tire cross in his hands and starts to bend down to loosen the lug nuts.

A little non-plussed, I say, "Wow. Thanks. But really, I got it. Thanks." I took the tire cross and started to take the lug nuts off. He just kinda hunkered down next to me while I worked. He chit chatted a little - small talk. I can't remember exactly what was said until I was just about done with the last nut and he looks at me straight in the eye with this soft warm smile and says, "Well, Jason, looks like we're just about done here huh?"

The guy new my name. I'd never seen him before in my life. Promise. I'm terrible with names, but I never forget a face or if I've met someone or not and its not like I'm some kind of celebrity that everyone knows or even that I do any kind of public speaking that the guy could have been in a crowd somewhere.

As I looked at him, I just KNEW that he was an Angel sent here to help me out. I finished putting the spare on and as I was taking the blown tire to the back of the car, he grabbed the jack and put it in the back of the truck. I handed him the tire cross and stuck out my hand to shake his. I looked him in the eyes and said with all my heart, "Thank you. I really appreciate it." He shook my hand and winked.

He got into the truck and as soon as a space opened up for him in the traffic, he pulled into the continuous stream of cars.

As I turned around to get back in my car, I looked at where we (well I actually) had been working. The way the car was situated, I was kneeling less than six inches outside the white line of the travel lane. I realized that as I had been working, he had been actually two to three feet INSIDE the lane of traffic, putting himself between me and the oncoming cars.

Two days later, there was a story on the news about a man who was killed changing a tire in almost the exact same spot I had been in.

Yeah... I know... It's easy to say that it was just a good samaritan that somehow knew my name, but personally, I know differently. I know that it was an angel sent to protect me and keep me from getting killed on the highway. So as far as I'm concerned, "Yes. Angels are among us."

[Dannyboy1]

Originally Posted by MattFYF

... neither!

He was just a nice, decent human being who was looking out for your safety by reminding you to be careful. Not an angel, not a demon. Just a caring person!

the weirdness of it all. It was really weird. It was the middle of the night (3am) and this guy came out of nowhere. It was not just a normal guy.

[Dannyboy1]

Originally Posted by Mato Kinze

As I looked at him, I just KNEW that he was an Angel sent here to help me out. I finished putting the spare on and as I was taking the blown tire to the back of the car, he grabbed the jack and put it in the back of the truck. I handed him the tire cross and stuck out my hand to shake his. I looked him in the eyes and said with all my heart, "Thank you. I really appreciate it." He shook my hand and winked.
"Yes. Angels are among us."

Thanks for sharing this story!

[Lanya]

Angela's among us. It's close enough.

[Angela]

oh! what a nice thing to see!

[WhiteLight]

Assuming that we all vibrate at different frequencies (much like the visible spectrum of light) and assuming that it's possible to attain higher vibrational frequencies (meditation, enlightenment, connecting with the universal energy), there could be a point where we would vibrate at such a high frequency that those of lower frequencies wouldn't be able to see higher energy beings.

With that in mind, I've had a theory that 'angels' and 'demons' could just be those individuals who have transcended the normal vibrational frequencies that are visible to the human eye. This could also relate to ghosts and other paranormal sightings. Maybe there are aliens. Maybe they're already on earth. Maybe they're sitting right next to you while you read this. But you can't see them because they operate at a frequency higher than the visible light spectrum.

[Dannyboy1]

Originally Posted by WhiteLight

Assuming that we all vibrate at different frequencies (much like the visible spectrum of light) and assuming that it's possible to attain higher vibrational frequencies (meditation, enlightenment, connecting with the universal energy), there could be a point where we would vibrate at such a high frequency that those of lower frequencies wouldn't be able to see higher energy beings.

The Celestine Prophecy was kind of like that. It's exciting to think we could actually transcend into a higher plane.

[fellowtraveler]

I think our angels often speak to us through other people, usually without their knowing it. Perhaps his saying that actually made you subconciously paranoid about riding the scooter and helped cause your accident, which led to your getting back together with your mate.

I assume your collarbone's fine now, and you have a wife you probably wouldn't have had. It's all good.

[Ceros]

Ok, here's a story that happened to me a few years ago.

Keep in mind that I may have unconsciously exaggerated some facts, but the basic premise truly happened. Also, while I don't actively identify or reinforce the label towards myself, my modus operandi still fits with the description of a darkworker, which is why his words had such an impart on me in the end.

I was going towards the bus stop from an evening German course. At this point it's quite late so there's only one bus an hour, and unless I hurry towards the bus stop right after the lesson ends I will have to wait for the next one.

Not wanting to be late, I suddenly decide to take a shortcut through a park that's adjacent to a local church. Something felt 'off' about the place, though, and I became worried that it may be a private park and some clergyman will yell at me for trespassing. Deciding to take the risk, I climbed over the fence and hurried towards the exit on the other side.

There were some people around, hanging out near the stone benches scattered around the park. Relieved that it was open to the public, I decided to save time even more and go through the grassy areas instead of the public pathways. (Again, I was a bit self conscious about this, worrying that someone may reprimand me for that).

At this point, I hear a voice behind me, and I turn around to see a guy dressed in a checkered red shirt. (I immediately make a note that I haven't seen this kind of shirt since I visited my grandmother in the countryside, like, ten years ago). He had this smile on his face, and he said in a stern and rather ironic voice: "Aren't you ashamed of walking on other's peoples graves?"
So I look around and realize why the whole place felt off. The park's a graveyard, the "stone benches" are graves and I'm standing on someones nameplate right now.

Embarrassed to no end, I scurry off without saying a word and leave the park. However once I stopped to think about it, two questions came to mind: why did he reprimand me when he was sitting on a grave himself? And why did he single me out among all of those other people? So I look back at the park, and the whole place is empty, save for me.

Huh.

[WCLV]

Dannyboy,

You can take it either way you want to:

a) He was a demon and put the "thought" in your mind that you were going to wreck or,

b) He was an angel, who put the "thought" in your mind to be careful.

Methinks next time you have something like that happen, watch for potholes and other dangerous things extra carefully!!!! The Universe is meaning good for you, not bad.