Here are some personal angelstories that me, my family and my friends have experienced. These are true encounters, some as visions,
some as dreams, some as angels here on earth to help us.
If you have an angel encounter or experience
you would like to share please email me at: webapprentice@angelsofeternity.com I can't wait to hear your stories.
When I was about 4 or 5 I had a wonderful yet terrifying
experience with angels. I was with my sisters around the block at their friends’ house. They were talking about leaving
to go get another friend, but I was so wrapped up in playing with the puppets they had there I didn’t hear them. I went
into the bedroom to get another puppet and when I returned they were gone. I tried to open the door but it was locked. I went
to a different door and it was opened so I went outside. By this time I am crying and pretty much scared to death. When I
got outside I could see them down the street but they were too far away to hear me and I couldn’t cross the street by
myself. So there I stood in the middle of the sidewalk balling my eyes out, not knowing how to get home. Then a car pulled
up with two older women in it, maybe in their 40’s or 50’s. I got in the car and some how they got me on my street,
and was asking me to pick out my house. I picked it out and they dropped me off and told my mom what happened. What is so
amazing about this story is that I didn’t know how to get home yet they found my street and got me home safely, then
told my mom the whole story of what happened. Two angels helped me that day, and on other days as well. Danielle W.
Angels come in all sizes and shapes and colors, visible
and invisible to the physical eye. But always you are changed from having seen one. -Sophy Burnham, "A Book
of Angels"
When I was younger, maybe about 7 or 8, I had
the most wonderful dream I have ever had in my life. I dreamt that I walked outside of my house, and in a line on both sides
of the street were the most beautiful angels all dressed in white, beautiful wings, and glowing to no end. Then I looked down
the street and there standing at the end of the angels was the Virgin Mary. I ran down to see her, and when I got there she
said that she had to go. I hugged her, and said, ”Please don’t go.” She then said, “Don’t worry,
I will see you again.” That’s where the dream ended. Now being 24 I am still waiting (patiently) for her promise
of seeing her again. Danielle W.
Around
the time of my first year in middle school, at age 11, I had the most peaceful, serene experience of my entire life. I believe
it was on a Saturday around 8:00 a.m., and I remember it like it was yesterday. First of all, I had a dream. In my dream,
it was the final day when Jesus was suppose to come back to earth and take his people with him to heaven. We (me and a lot
of random people I didn't know) were standing in a big field of long, pretty grass with the winds blowing just waiting
for him to come while looking up at the sky. There was a huge roaring cloud that was dark and gray from the view on the ground
but the top of the clouds were bright with bright lights shining throughout. It was as if we knew He was coming and so we were just standing there waiting
for him. I didn't see anything amazing in my dream; however, I heard the most beautiful, soothing song with trumpets
and drums and harps playing. They were singing as if they were declaring something, but at the same time it was so amazing
and peaceful! I heard many voices, not just one. Here's the most entriguing part; I couldn't understand a word
they were saying. Now I've heard of a lot of different languages, and I am pretty good at pointing out what country the
languages are from but I could not figure out what they were singing about. It sounded like Latin, Italian, Hebrew, and Greek
mixed together or something. That didn't bother me much though, and I just kept on enjoying the music. I woke up quickly
from my dream, and here's another entruiging part, but I can still hear the angels singing. I'm wide awake, and my
eyes are blinking. I could see my ceiling and my blankets, but I could still hear them singing. After a while, it sort of
quietly faded away. I thought it was my mom playing her hymn tapes, but I went to go check her room and she was still sleeping
and the tape player was not on. I then knew immediately that it was a dream/experience from God with a purpose to it. I am
now 23, but I still do not know the purpose of that occurence. I just thank God for it anyway, though, for letting me know
he's there and that he truly cares about me and loves me. Susan
ight with bright lights shining throughout. It was as if we knew He was coming and so we were just standing there waiting
for him.