It was January 2002 and I was feeling anxious and agitated. “Why?” I asked myself. I decided to do a 6 month forecast with the Tarot deck to see what the outlook for the year ahead was, but as I shuffled the cards and laid them out an uneasy feeling washed over me. The Devil and Tower came up close together and my anxiety turned to dread!
I put the cards away and tried to get on with my day, but my mind kept drifting back to the Tarot cards. Why was I feeling so afraid and what was coming up in the summer? The cards were clearly telling me that something was not right, a warning I suppose!
August came, and a friend of mine returning from her holiday invited me to meet up with her. She lived in central London, close to a major carnival that takes place each year, coincidentally on the weekend that we had agreed to meet.
So, with the date fixed, my husband and I left to meet with her. I had been feeling uneasy all morning, but on the train to London, as we approached the stop, I began to feel even worse. Something just was not right. The air felt heavy when we got off of the train, and I could feel fear around me. By 9.30am we had reached my friend’s flat and waited there until 11 as more of her guests arrived. I was desperately trying not to show the anxiety and fear I was feeling, so as not to spoil the festive mood. Everyone else there was ready to party! How could I explain to them what I was feeling in my gut?
“Let’s go!” she said. We could hear the Carnival getting going to the sound of drums and loud music. It was time to join the crowds. I asked my husband to stay close to me as we walked towards the music in the street. I was surrounded by people wearing masks and lovely extravagant costumes but I simply could not join in the spirit of things. I can only explain what I felt as a dense energy surrounding me, which I could feel while those around me were unaware of it. Then, suddenly I felt a presence attached to my arm. As much as I kept brushing my arm to try to get it off, it wouldn’t go away. It felt like when a fly lands on your skin, only bigger much bigger.
I then began to see men in front of me, with hoods over their faces and I felt terrified. This thing stuck to me like glue, and the men in hoods became surrounded by a sea of white mist. The group of people that I was with wanted to get deeper into the crowds but I told them all that I was feeling sick and asked for the keys to go back to the flat, telling them all to go and enjoy themselves and not to worry about me. The whole time I felt this ‘thing’ stuck to my arm, it was very real, and yet no-one else knew a thing about it. I realised that I wasn’t as much scared by this presence as perplexed by it. My real fear lay in venturing further into the carnival crowds.
I let myself into my friend’s flat put the kettle on and walked over to the window to see what I could of the carnival, at which point I had a sudden un-explicable urge to jump out of the window. I was frantically trying to open the window without knowing why. I tried to lift up the sash and jump out, but an energy pulled me back with force. I ran into the bedroom and lay on the bed and as I looked at the wall the words ‘SAVED BY AN ANGEL’ appeared before my eyes in writing on the wall.
I felt a huge sense of relief on seeing this, and yet utterly confused at the same time. Why did I want to commit suicide? I was happy, I wasn’t depressed at all. What was going on? What was it that made me try to take my own life?
Some hours later my friend and her guests returned to the flat for a drink. I told them that I still felt sick and wanted to leave. I did not know what else to say. They would have thought I was crazy if I had told them what really happened to me. My husband and I left the flat and headed home. I could not wait to get away from the area. I still felt the presence of some kind of dark force.
The following day I went to my local Spiritualist church to pray and to thank the angels for their help. As I sat down
there was a gap between myself and another lady. I looked at the chair between us and on it was a book by a
great author called ‘Saved by the angels’. This took my breath away. I felt that it was obviously meant for
me, for me to read. I was sure that I had just been saved by the angels. The presence with me on that
day I believe was a guardian angel attached to my side. I asked the lady if I could buy the book from
her and we exchanged money straight away. I feel in the tarot that there was a warning about that
day also.
A short time later when I arrived home I rang a policewoman friend of mine to tell her what had
happened to me. I knew that she was spiritually aware so I could explain everything to her.
She told me that she had been working at the carnival that day and that a woman had
committed suicide by jumping out of the window of a flat.
That could have been me, but I was saved by the angels.
I have since qualified as an Angel therapist and teacher.
An Angel Saved My Life