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Post by garrett on Aug 14, 2011 22:00:34 GMT -5
ever been touched by an angel?any miracles evr happen to you guys?
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Post by GunnarSK on Aug 15, 2011 8:30:52 GMT -5
Miracles are required by the Catholic church to declare anyone a saint. Could be a problem with someone being just plain good.
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Post by garrett on Aug 15, 2011 8:33:33 GMT -5
smiles
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Post by dogwoman on Aug 15, 2011 10:23:27 GMT -5
Don't know if it qualifies as a miracle. I guess it was a dejavu. A few weeks after a treasured dog friend died, I dreamed that I adopted a Black lab named Lacey. I was puzzled by the dream because Labs are not a favorite breed of mine. The dream made me realize my remaining dog was hurting for a canine companion. I decided to immediately rectify that situation, but I had to go to work. At lunch time I went to a vet's office, where I knew they helped people rehome dogs. I asked if they knew of any female dogs for adoption. They said they had two on the premises. They sent me into a tiny room. A few minutes later, the door opened a woman walked in with a Black lab on leash, announcing this is Lacey, and began to extoll the dog's virtues of potty training, and so forth. I was so startled and shocked to be confronted with the dog from my dream, I almost fell off the chair. The dog promptly made the biggest puddle of pee and the largest dump of poo imaginable. The handler said to the dog, "Well, you really blew it." I pointed at the mess and said in an accusatory tone, "Considering the size of that mess, that dog has not been walked in more than 12 hours." The woman stared at the mess, then she got a hopeful look on her face. She asked me to hold the leash, she disappeared for a few minutes, and came back telling me I was right. The night handler had failed to walk the dog. I adopted Lacey. What a brat she turned out to be. She had been field trained, taught not to play with other dogs, taught to fight if a dog insisted upon playing with her, and taught to keep her focus on her master. It was hard to get her to understand that she was now a pet, no longer a hunting dog. We eventually worked it out. Lacey was with me for many years. Her ashes are in a container in my china hutch.
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Post by garrett on Aug 15, 2011 10:36:05 GMT -5
you rock ma! never know where or when we'll get a new addition to our lives. sounds like ya'll did well?after the ma program went into affect?smiles puppy bootcamp?
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Post by gulfcoastguy on Aug 29, 2011 18:36:35 GMT -5
Well don't know if it is a miracle but twice I've known that something was wrong with family members from a distance. Once my younger sister came to mind. It turned out that a dentist was taking unwanted liberties with her. The second time I was feeling restless, my back was bothering me a bit and I kept looking south. I got an email to call a number. Hospital emergency room. Dad had fallen off a roof and broken several vertebra resulting in 13 hours of surgery.
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Post by garrett on Aug 30, 2011 0:55:54 GMT -5
wowwwwwwwww gulfie... did you relieve the dentist of somma his teeth? dad was ok after i take it?i hope.......
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Post by gulfcoastguy on Aug 30, 2011 6:02:50 GMT -5
Nearly 30 years ago and no they wouldn't let me go there. Dad is still walking around but it aged him some. Unfortunately it also taught us what oxycotin is, 3 day cold turkey with drawal.
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Post by dogwoman on Aug 30, 2011 9:59:58 GMT -5
One night when I was working as a crisis counselor on a graveyard shift at the Free Clinic, a friend called me saying he thought his elderly aunt had made a suicide attempt by taking an overdose of prescription medication. I asked him why he thought that. He just had a feeling, so he had called his aunt. She didn't answer the phone, so he went to her apartment. She didn't answer the door. He wanted me to do something. I took a medic and went to the apartment. Nobody answered the door. I stood there trying to intuit whether an unconscious woman was on the other side of that door. The medic felt we should just leave. I said, "No, we are going to a pay phone to call for an ambulance." The firefighters were the EMTs in that city, they ran the ambulance service. A squad showed up within minutes. When I told the giant man in charge of the squad what I thought was going on, he became angry and incredulous. "You called us out here on a hunch?! You must be crazy!" I stood my ground, refusing to be swayed by his size and his anger. I told him I wanted him to break down the door. He argued with me. I told him he was wasting valuable time, that a woman's life could be at stake. He got in my face, spitting out words through his teeth. "If you are wrong about this you are going to jail for making a false report." I responded by folding my arms over my chest and quietly spitting words out through my teeth, "Break the door down." None of the other people said a word, they didn't know what to think. The big man and I stared angrily at each other for a few moments. Then he whirled and delivered a fierce kick to the door. The door shifted. He kicked it again, the door broke open. He went in with two men. Within seconds there was a shout to bring the gurney. The unconscious elder woman was rushed to the hospital. The big man was Black, the unconscious woman was Black. He came to me, demanding to know whether I would have risked jail if I had known the old lady was Black. Furious, I shouted that of course I knew because her nephew was a friend of mine. He stared at me like I was an alien from outer space. Tears began to run down his face. "How did you know she was in there?" I responded that I didn't KNOW, but I trusted my intuition that she was in there. He grabbed me in a bear hug, nearly suffocating me because he was such a huge man, whispering thank you over and over into my ear.
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Post by garrett on Aug 31, 2011 1:07:29 GMT -5
JUST SAW THIS TONIGHT MA.ALL I CAN SAY IS I AM SPEECHLESS. truly........at many levels..... thank you...... garrett
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Post by dogwoman on Aug 31, 2011 9:11:27 GMT -5
Those were the Civil Rights days, race relations were strained.
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Post by roziedozie on Aug 31, 2011 13:52:53 GMT -5
Wow, Lorna, what a powerful story. Never, ever underestimate the power of "knowing" or "feeling". It's a form of communication that transcends the verbal.
So glad you paid attention to your and your friends feelings! You saved a life.
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Post by roziedozie on Aug 31, 2011 14:42:36 GMT -5
I've had several angel encounters over the years. How do I know they were angels? Well, I don't for sure, but the encounters always had a protective element, the angel appeared from nowhere and then disappeared again just as quickly.
One year the two of us were backpacking through Shennandoah National Park, doing a 2 week stint on the Appalachian trail.
It was nearing the end of the day, we needed to camp and find water (very important when you're backpacking), and we were tired.
That section of the AT goes UP UP UP and then Down Down Down and then you do it again.... Ouch!
I'm always the map reader and so I looked at the map and picked out a likely spot to camp with a spring that was about a mile off the trail. We headed toward it and went down, down, down and then up, up, up.... No Spring, No Water. Finally, I figured out that I'd read the map wrong (who me???) so we backtracked to the trail. Looking again, the nearest water was UP UP UP about 3 miles ahead at an established shelter just off the trail....
We usually tried to avoid those shelters because most of the time they were full of hikers who liked to stay up half the night talking and goofing around, but we didn't have much choice, plus the weather was turning bad, so off we went.
By the time we got to the shelter, there were more clouds, there was distant thunder and we were worn out and thirsty. We immediately sat down our packs and headed for the spring. We were filling our bottles with water when a man approached from nowhere. He was wearing Army fatigues, starched and ironed, and was swinging a machete back and forth and wacking weeds. He was so menancing! I was scared to death.
The man told us that he was staying in the shelter and invited us "in". Ahhhh, no thank you... It was one time I really, really was hoping that more hikers would come along...
The rules of the AT in that section require you to either stay in the shelter or else out of sight of the trail and shelter. At this particular shelter, there was also a cabin owned by the Potomac hiking club that people were allowed to rent. It was locked up tight as a drum.
Well, we thanked Mr. Machete Man kindly, and then hiked down the steep slope and set up our tent on the only flat piece of ground, got out our hatchet and big knife, just in case, and started cooking dinner. By then it was thundering and lightening pretty badly and starting to sprinkle.
Mr. Machete Man showed up again. He came into our camp, looked to se what I was cooking and invaded our space. I was scared. Really scared. Suddenly, he took a few whacks at our grass and at a tree or two and then left. I told Hubs to pack up, that I'd take my chances with the storm, that we were getting out of there! Hubs said no, we'd be better off staying instead of being on the trail in the dark in a storm with maybe Machete Man following us... EEK!!
We were arguing, er, discussing what to do when, from out of the blue, there appeared a thin woman, I'd say around 60. She was wearing a hiking hat and hiking clothes. She introduced herself and said, "I saw the man with the machete up at the shelter. I just wanted you to know that ____ (I can't for the life of me remember the name she said) is in the shelter with him and she's taking care of him and you don't have to worry about him any more."
She then told us she was staying in the cabin and invited us up for a cup of tea. By then, the wind was blowing hard and the lightening was fierce and it was raining so we followed her to the cabin.
We barely got there in time before the storm struck. If you've ever seen a Spring storm in Appalachia you know what I'm talking about; fierce wind, hail, rain, lightening.... It was scary inside the cabin; can't imagine what it would have been like in a tent with aluminum poles pitched in the open on a ridge....
While the storm raged, the woman told us stories about people she knew in Washington D.C., and talked about environmental issues and showed me how I'd read the trail map wrong, etc., and gave us great backpacking advice....
When the storm ended, we went back to our tent and it was still standing so we went to bed. The next morning we slept later than we meant to and we got a late start. We hiked up out of our camping spot and the cabin, again, was locked up tight and Mr. Machete man was no where to be seen. Thank goodness!!
Less than a month later, 2 women hikers were killed by someone in that same area. I KNOW that God sent that cabin lady to protect us. She was an angel, no doubt.
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Post by garrett on Aug 31, 2011 19:36:30 GMT -5
i wudda had an accident right then and there rozie..........scarrrrrrrrrrrrrrry fer sure. i think angels do walk among us............smiles
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Post by dogwoman on Sept 1, 2011 10:15:01 GMT -5
This sounds like a case of real angel visitation. However, I do believe that we humans are often given opportunities to become angels for a brief time.
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Post by roziedozie on Sept 5, 2011 12:45:40 GMT -5
You should know. If you aren't an angel to all of those pups I don't know who is. You have a special love for them and have intervened in their lives to save them and take them on with dedication and love. An angel for sure!
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Post by garrett on Sept 5, 2011 18:23:53 GMT -5
tru dat rozie.smiles
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Post by dogwoman on Sept 6, 2011 8:51:56 GMT -5
Thank you, Rozie and Garrett.
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Post by colojd on Sept 13, 2011 14:28:51 GMT -5
These stories are so interesting and does show that we are being watched over and the angels are around us! Have any of you heard of Doreen Virtue? She is an angel expert, is a columnist for Women's World magazine and has written books about angel encounters.
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Post by garrett on Sept 14, 2011 19:19:56 GMT -5
smiles
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Post by kentuckygardengirl on Dec 30, 2011 20:07:30 GMT -5
A very good friend of mine had a baby a few years ago that was born with a serious heart defect. The doctors wanted to wait as long as possible before doing surgery so the little girl could get a little bigger and doing the surgery would be easier. So they put her on some medication and when she was six months old they scheduled the surgery. During those six months Sierra (the baby) would turn blue and stop breathing if she cried too hard, she would stop breathing in her sleep. It was a very stressful time for her family. Our church put her at the top of the prayer list and prayed constantly for her. When she was six months old her parents took her to the doctor to schedule the surgery. They did some tests, took some scans of her heart and scheduled surgery for two weeks later. During those 2 weeks we had people praying aroun the clock for her. The day of the surgery the doctor repeated the tests to make sure nothing had changed- thinking changed for the worse- and was dumbfounded that things had changed for the better. Her heart was completely normal and healthy, pumping like it should, like there was never anything wrong with it.
Sierra is now a happy healthy 6 year old. The doctor still tells her story because he says, "The only explaination for her recovery is that it was a miracle."
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Post by garrett on Dec 30, 2011 20:27:36 GMT -5
smiles now that's niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiice.good fer kiddo........ it takes a village?smiles
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Post by annclaire on Jan 5, 2012 19:40:26 GMT -5
Two that we can specifically identify:
The ex was driving to work in a town 45miles away, after this area had received 8" of snow overnight causing the two-lane highway to have drifted snow and icy slick spots despite the salt/sanding and motor graders. At one point, the route requires a turn to the left, over a couple of hills and down into a couple of valleys and then the road drops into a riverbottom to cross a river that is about 1500' wide at that point. This bridge is only a couple of miles outside the town where he worked, so he had already come 40+ miles. But, after he turned north, and before he went more than a mile towards the bridge (3 miles from the turn), he had a really strong feeling that he should turn around and go home. He pulled off the road and watched a railroad truck go on north.
He sat there for a while, then turned around and drove home.
I got a call from his work because he wasn't there and hadn't called in ... I told them I wasn't worried, but that if he didn't show up here in a little while, I would call the highway patrol.
The next day, I found out that work called because there had been a major wreck just south of the bridge and the north bound truck involved was the railroad truck that had passed the ex when he pulled off the road. If he had been on the road, he would have been in the middle of that wreck which killed 3.
The southbound vehicle had swerved across the road because the driver had a heart attack. They were really nice folks and we knew them quite well. But, if the ex had been in front of the railroad truck, he would have had no where to swerve himself because the road goes into a "cut" with the canyon walls right up next to the road at that spot.
Just the summer before, I was traveling to a metro to pick up the daughter who was flying in from visiting with my mother. On the way home, about 25 miles from the metro, we were going to stop at a little antique shop and do some browsing. However, a big F350 club cab truck turned across the highway in front of me and I hit him ... almost broadside. My only injury was a gash on my forehead and a major concussion, and the DD only had bruises from the seatbelt. I told the ex the next day that it felt like someone had wrapped their arms around me and the seat from behind and held on to me. A couple of weeks later, he took me to a cat breeder to pick out a new kitten. I named her Emmaline and when I was telling my grandmother and dad about her, and how I felt that someone had protected me during the wreck, my grandmother told me that my Great Grandmother's first name was Emmaline. I had never known that. Dad laughed and said that she was probably my guardian angel that day LOL I believe him.
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Post by lieblingxdasxkraut on Jun 18, 2012 20:42:43 GMT -5
I have had a good few pre cog dreams in the past the first cat to like me is called "angel" we got her as a kitten at the humane society there have been times that I will smell something outta nowhere and find out someone I'm talking to is smelling it or there was atleast once in school my then best friend (now x) was crying and I had an urge to cry there was another time a good friend I at the time didnt know why but I started freaking out about them wondering what was going on (I would like to think I knew what was going on but I didn't allways--and that time it was likely better I didn't know as I proubly would have only gotten worse but at the time there schedule led normally to them being around someone that I knew of and that little fact was what calmed me --later I found out what was going on and I know that was why I was freaking) --and the like has happened between me and them a few times sadly I won't go into too much detail
Actually I am an empath and the like is kinda common with me I'm into this whole side of things and I rather love it
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Post by directsunlight on Jun 19, 2012 0:20:22 GMT -5
I've had several angel encounters over the years. How do I know they were angels? Well, I don't for sure, but the encounters always had a protective element, the angel appeared from nowhere and then disappeared again just as quickly. One year the two of us were backpacking through Shennandoah National Park, doing a 2 week stint on the Appalachian trail. It was nearing the end of the day, we needed to camp and find water (very important when you're backpacking), and we were tired. That section of the AT goes UP UP UP and then Down Down Down and then you do it again.... Ouch! I'm always the map reader and so I looked at the map and picked out a likely spot to camp with a spring that was about a mile off the trail. We headed toward it and went down, down, down and then up, up, up.... No Spring, No Water. Finally, I figured out that I'd read the map wrong (who me???) so we backtracked to the trail. Looking again, the nearest water was UP UP UP about 3 miles ahead at an established shelter just off the trail.... We usually tried to avoid those shelters because most of the time they were full of hikers who liked to stay up half the night talking and goofing around, but we didn't have much choice, plus the weather was turning bad, so off we went. By the time we got to the shelter, there were more clouds, there was distant thunder and we were worn out and thirsty. We immediately sat down our packs and headed for the spring. We were filling our bottles with water when a man approached from nowhere. He was wearing Army fatigues, starched and ironed, and was swinging a machete back and forth and wacking weeds. He was so menancing! I was scared to death. The man told us that he was staying in the shelter and invited us "in". Ahhhh, no thank you... It was one time I really, really was hoping that more hikers would come along... The rules of the AT in that section require you to either stay in the shelter or else out of sight of the trail and shelter. At this particular shelter, there was also a cabin owned by the Potomac hiking club that people were allowed to rent. It was locked up tight as a drum. Well, we thanked Mr. Machete Man kindly, and then hiked down the steep slope and set up our tent on the only flat piece of ground, got out our hatchet and big knife, just in case, and started cooking dinner. By then it was thundering and lightening pretty badly and starting to sprinkle. Mr. Machete Man showed up again. He came into our camp, looked to se what I was cooking and invaded our space. I was scared. Really scared. Suddenly, he took a few whacks at our grass and at a tree or two and then left. I told Hubs to pack up, that I'd take my chances with the storm, that we were getting out of there! Hubs said no, we'd be better off staying instead of being on the trail in the dark in a storm with maybe Machete Man following us... EEK!! We were arguing, er, discussing what to do when, from out of the blue, there appeared a thin woman, I'd say around 60. She was wearing a hiking hat and hiking clothes. She introduced herself and said, "I saw the man with the machete up at the shelter. I just wanted you to know that ____ (I can't for the life of me remember the name she said) is in the shelter with him and she's taking care of him and you don't have to worry about him any more." She then told us she was staying in the cabin and invited us up for a cup of tea. By then, the wind was blowing hard and the lightening was fierce and it was raining so we followed her to the cabin. We barely got there in time before the storm struck. If you've ever seen a Spring storm in Appalachia you know what I'm talking about; fierce wind, hail, rain, lightening.... It was scary inside the cabin; can't imagine what it would have been like in a tent with aluminum poles pitched in the open on a ridge.... While the storm raged, the woman told us stories about people she knew in Washington D.C., and talked about environmental issues and showed me how I'd read the trail map wrong, etc., and gave us great backpacking advice.... When the storm ended, we went back to our tent and it was still standing so we went to bed. The next morning we slept later than we meant to and we got a late start. We hiked up out of our camping spot and the cabin, again, was locked up tight and Mr. Machete man was no where to be seen. Thank goodness!! Less than a month later, 2 women hikers were killed by someone in that same area. I KNOW that God sent that cabin lady to protect us. She was an angel, no doubt. I've heard that Virginia has the most dangerous sections of the AT. Maybe it's cause there are more miles of it. Be careful out there.
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Post by directsunlight on Jun 19, 2012 0:33:22 GMT -5
When I was in hs, I missed being involved in a fatal accident by about a minute. My mom had picked me up to take me home, & get me back later to play in the band at the football game that night. I looked at my watch when we left; it was 2:30. We rounded a sweeping curve and heard a pop, sounded like something large being thrown in a dumpster. I turned around but couldn't see anything. When I got back, one of the band members said he had witnessed a terrible accident, that one of the cheerleaders was hit by a student from another school, who was going at least 70 mph. I asked him when he saw the accident, & he said, "2:30". It was in the same intersection we had left at that time. They announced at the football game that the cheerleader died from the injuiries.
My dad didn't ride a schoolbus bc my grandmother insisted on taking him to school. One day the bus got stuck on a railroad track and was hit by a train. 8 of the kids died. You don't really know why some are spared and some not from things like this, but I know there's a point for those who are spared, and God or angels do direct it.
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Post by astroindia on Sept 12, 2013 4:07:10 GMT -5
I think if you believe in astrology then would also believe in miracle. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Know about Astrology Gemstones
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