ANGELIC ENCOUNTERS
STORIES OF ENCOUNTERS WITH MY GUARDIAN ANGEL
HEARING AND SEEING ANGELS
ISBN# 978-0-9821845-3-0
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INTRODUCTION
We are warned in God’s Word never to worship angels. We also are warned that within the spiritual realm there exist both good and evil angels who engage in combat in the Heavenlies. As for here on earth, God’s Word says we are to be careful how we choose to entertain strangers, for sometimes we may have entertained angels unaware. This can be as innocent a thing as our encountering our ministering angel, or as evil as entertaining a stripper, who is possessed by demons (which are the fallen angels, in service to satan).
When we accept Jesus as our Lord and Savior, our “relationship” with our Heavenly Father is restored to purity in His sight. When we become born again by the Holy Spirit of God, ministering angels are assigned to us, that they might help us journey safely along toward our eternal home in Heaven. Such ministering angels are referred to as our “Guardian Angel.”
Angels are fierce and mighty beings, yet we as the children of God, have authority over them, especially the evil ones; which we have been given authority in Jesus’ name to cast back into the deepest pits of Hell, where they belong. We have this position of authority over angels due to our “relationship” with God, not our “religion” with Him! Angels are beings which were brought into existence by the spoken Word of God. We, as His children, were created by God’s hands forming our earthly bodies from the clay of the earth. But when He breathed a living soul into our body, His breath gave us “relationship” with Him, which no angelic being possesses.
The stories of my encounters with angels, and in particular my own Guardian Angel, deal with the good angels of God. I have yet to experience casting out demons from my life or that of another, but would welcome as a believer, the opportunity of doing just that! My stories are not necessarily of faith. However they do bolster my faith in my Father’s Love for you and me. You may recall your own encounters with your Guardian Angel and can see in their presence, God’s loving care for you.
With that said, may you enjoy reading Angelic Encounters.
Chapter One
DEATH BY DROWNING - UNDERTOW!
Incident at Pass-a-grille Beach, Florida
I have often told people that when I get to Heaven, I will have no trouble identifying my Guardian Angel. He will be the only one there having gray hair, from all of the things I put him through keeping me safe. This beginning story tells why I make such a claim. Also you will note, this is just one of the four times when satan tried taking me out by drowning, and my Guardian Angel interfered with his plan.
It was during the summer of 1959. I had gotten into skin diving from watching the very popular television program, Sea Hunt. In fact I was skin diving before I had learned how to swim. I know, not very “logical” Mr. Spock. Nonetheless, here I was with my family for a day at the beach in Pass-a-grille, Florida. I went about using my mask and fins to dive below the surface, looking for shells and swimming with the fish.
The water at this beach was fairly shallow a good part of the way out. Not knowing as yet how to swim, I chose to carefully stay in water whose depth I could stand up in, without being over my head. As I went along, I spotted a rather unusual looking crevice. It appeared to be carved out, and was about three foot by three foot, wide, high, and deep. It also looked as if it ran for quite some distance.
Curiosity got the best of me, so I decided to investigate what appeared to be a natural phenomenon. Finding the water was only about four feet deep; I took a deep breath and swam down into the crevice to further investigate. Barely had I entered, when along came a strong current known commonly as undertow. It grabbed me, twisting my body around and around, as it swiftly carried me along the length of the crevice. My body would bang from side to side, sometimes hitting the bottom of the crevice. It was as if I were on an underwater rollercoaster ride.
Pretty intense situation, huh? Immediately, a rerun of a Sea Hunt episode began to show in my mind. I remembered how this same thing had happened to Mike Nelson while skin diving. I watched and listened as in his narration he called what was happening, undertow. He went on to explain he chose to ride it out, rather than try to swim out of its grasp. He said this is where many skin divers drown, using up their air and energy trying to escape, when the current’s grip is too strong.
I continued watching Mike Nelson, as the current was rolling me around side to side, and up and down, just as it had done with him. As his narration went on, he said he waited it out, until he felt the current weaken sufficiently to kick out of its grasp. Then as I felt the current weakening, just as Mike had said it would, I heard a voice shout the word “NOW!” At this, I kicked for all I was worth, and escaped from the undertows’ current. Looking back down to where I had started, it looked as if in a minute, I had traveled about two hundred yards.
Now you’d think any sound thinking person would be thankful enough to be glad to have survived this chance at near drowning. But not me! Being literally stupid, I made a joy ride out of it, returning to the beginning spot and twice more riding the current, coming out as I had done before. Much to my guardian angels relief, after the third time my brain finally kicked in and I said enough. I can just see my guardian angel standing before God, pulling his hair out and pleading, “Lord, can You please assign me to someone else? ANYONE ELSE LORD! This guy is a nut!”
Much later in life, as I was recalling this story to a friend, the idea came to me of writing Lloyd Bridges to let him know of how his program had saved my life as a teenager. But unfortunately the day I made this decision was the same day Mr. Bridges passed away. I was sorry I had not done so many years earlier.
Chapter Two
DEATH BY DROWNING – CONCUSSION!
Incident at John’s Pass, Florida
Moving on to 1960, I was a freshman in High School. It was summer break time, and my good friend Mike Stack and I had ridden our bicycles to John’s Pass. Taking along our fishing poles and buying bait once we arrived, we decided to go fishing on the pilings from the old bridge, which were stacked one on top of the other just off from shore. The tide was low, so we waded out to the pilings, which were around three foot square in size. Most were stacked two high, making a path to the furthest out, which were stacked three high. At that time, the top two were above the water line.
We went to the furthest out and fished for hours with little luck, our bait finally ran out, and to top it off the tide had risen. The Deep Sea Fishing boats now returning from their excursions into the Gulf of Mexico, caused the waves they created (now having water over the first two pilings) to break near the top piling, so we decided to call it a day. We took off our shoes and socks, rolled up our pant legs and held our fishing rods in one hand, with shoes and socks in the other. We then began to walk along the shallowly submerged pilings that were stacked two high, attempting to reach the shore once more.
Mike, who had started out just ahead of me, was doing fine making his way along. But then suddenly a big wave around three feet high, which came from one of the returning boats, hit me and knocked