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There are many stories about Angels and miracles.  Of course some of these stories date very far back in history and we first learn about them through the Holy Bible and also through the Holy Quoran yet sadly today we forget that these beautiful messengers from God really do exist. Some of us only remember at Christmas when we stick one of top of our Christmas tree, and I must admit so do I.   We confuse them  with fairies but that is a different story altogether.  How do I know?  Well here is my story about how a very special Angel changed my life and in turn, the lives of many others I have met along my journey.

About sixteen years ago my mother booked us on a holiday to Portugal. There was myself, my husband and three children, and my mother, her husband (John) and my brother Peter and his Clare.  We stayed in a beautiful villa and the holiday went well up until our last full day, when tragedy almost struck our holiday.  Towards the end of the holiday the weather took an unexpected turn for the worse.

It was my brother Peter’s birthday on the last day of the holiday and we decided because the sun was out we should spend it at the beach.  My two sons wanted the water park, so off they went with my husband and the rest of us took the long trek off to the beach; a small cove, only accessible via a staircase from one side of the rocks.  It was idyllic, the beach was empty and the sun was shining. Having a beach just for us seemed pretty lucky and quite incredible.

My step-father immediately stepped into the sea for a short swim. Being a coward it always takes me some time to venture into the water, so I stood watching with Mum for some time before I decided to take a further few steps and venture in.  After a few  more steps a big wave splashed over me so,  soaking wet,  in I went.  I only managed a few strokes when I realised that the undercurrent was too strong.  I turned round and tried to head back. Although I was only a few yards away from Mum who was still paddling, I panicked because I knew I could not get back.

What a feeling!!  Fear took over right away and I shouted to Mum.  Mum knew I was in trouble, she screamed up the beach to Peter and John, and they came running in to help.  Peter my brother picked me up like a rag doll and threw me towards the beach, but back I came like a piece of wood, being tossed further away from shore and towards the rocks.  I went down and under, my arms seemed paralyzed,  I could not breath right, I was hyper-ventilating.  Then another arm came down and dragged me up by my hair and threw me again.  The same thing happened though, my arms were like lead and my eyes were shut tight.  I did not even have the strength to open my eyes, it was very strange, and sad.  I knew I was going to die and I also knew that my brother and my step- father would not leave me so they would probably drown as well.

I could hear them both telling me to swim, but I had no energy and I knew it was time to go home.  I was not afraid at this moment, just sad. I wanted to see all my children grow up and I did not feel ready to let them go.  All I had left were my thoughts, so I screamed in my head “please God, send us some help…”

Then I bent down and down. Once again I felt a hand pull me up and shout at me.  It was my brother Peter. ‘Swim, swim’ he said. This time I landed on my back and somehow managed to move my legs and then two arms came around my chest and started to bring me in.  I did not recognise the voice but it kept me calm and then the arms lifted me out of the water and laid me on the shore.

I could hear my mum’s voice crying to me, but above this voice was another, very gentle voice telling me “do not be afraid little one, you are safe, I will stay with you, all is well.”

Then I could hear Mum, Peter and John. I knew that they were safe and she was also talking to this man who was holding me. I could hear his very calm voice telling her to go and see to her husband.  I still couldn’t open my eyes and my breathing was still very heavy.

The man spoke again ”Calm your breathing, you are safe.  I am here, all is well”.

I tried to ask through my laboured breathing  “Who are you?”

The reply was “I am a healer like you”.

I was still in shock and was not too sure if I had heard him correctly so I tried to calm my breathing down.  I so wanted to open my eyes and see this man, but I could not.  In my mind he was a blonde man with big blue eyes.  Gradually my breathing calmed down and I could hear my husband running onto the beach. He could see that something was going on but did not realize what had happened.  I opened my eyes and the man was gone.

I stood up quickly and looked around but I could not see him, the beach was still empty only our family were there, I asked my Husband did he see anyone on his way down from the cliff top and he said that nobody has passed him on the steps.  There was no other way down to this cove.

My mother ran over to me, hugged me so much that I could hardly breath.  I asked her where the man was. She looked around and could not believe that he was gone.  I wanted to know what he looked like. She told me that he was German.

“ How do you know that?” I asked.

“Because he spoke to me in German, and he was blonde with blue eyes.”

“But what did he say to you?” I asked”.

Her reply? “ I have no idea, he spoke only in German and he would not let go of you, so I left him to it. I cannot believe he has just gone, we all wanted to thank him.”

Traumatised, we left the beach and went back to the villa. We sat around in a daze. Mum was fussing over the three of us, making sandwiches and coffee, but Peter, John and myself could hardly speak, we were in shock.  My brother Peter had cut his feet and legs on the rocks.  I led him to my bedroom to do some first aid. I was kneeling on the floor and there was seawater coming out of my nose, my ears and Peter was the same, I started to clean his feet and looked up at him.

“Are you having a happy Birthday Pete?” I asked

He just looked down at me and said “I thought it was my last kid”

“So did I” I smiled.

I asked him about the man, yes he had seen him and had also thought he was German.  He had also wanted to thank him- but sadly we never saw him again.

Moving forward……

Since that first encounter with a wonderful Angel called Archangel Raphael I have learned many things.  The most important thing for me was the fact that Angels really do exist, they love us unconditionally and all of us can speak to them.

I now do healing work and I know that Angels are present when this wonderful healing energy appears.  All of my clients tell me how they experience this when their healing takes place.  This of course is another chapter, or should I say book.

There have been so many wonderful small miracles that have taken place since I truly let go of my uncertainty and started to believe that we are connected in spirit and in everyday life to this level of love that is given to us freely and unconditionally

Walking with Angels has changed my life and given me an abundance of love to share with others, who in turn are also sharing their own personal experiences.

So next time you put your Angel on top of your Christmas tree, try to remember that Angels really do exist and are here to bring you joy and happiness that will last far beyond Christmas day.

In the light

Sue Massey.