Angels in Our Lives

Sept.10th/25
 

The movie we watched last night was called “Is Heaven for Real” It was a film based on a child’s near-death experience. Family members and parishioners of the church the family attended were in awe of the apparitions the child related in such a matter-of-fact way. The child’s father was the part-time preacher and caused myself and my wife to wonder what the big deal was. If you have the faith, why was this such a strange Phenomenon? Perhaps this would be the time to explain a little why we have this attitude regarding this subject.

 All of our adult life has been on the fringes of Ghosts and the paranormal. Joan’s parents delved into this back in the 1930’s when for at a time during the Edgar Cayce years, the occult and paranormal sessions were in fashion.  They brought us into their confidence when it was apparent we were living in a large old house in Milton that was thought to be haunted. The Ouija board was our introduction and as was explained, we should not approach this subject casually, it is a serious business. Always, before starting a session, there must be a group prayer that only good spirits are welcome. Joan’s mother held the board and it went crazy, when it settled down, we were to experience a young man that had recently passed and after some discussion found he was killed by a steel beam on a construction site.  But why and what was this to do with us in our little town of Milton? Next day’s newspaper held the answer and re-enforced what we were told about the spirit world. The Paper told how a steel worker on a job in Milton, was struck on the head and killed the day we had our encounter.  That was the beginning of a lifetime with the unknown. This enriched and enlightened our lives.   Many years later, my accompanist and dear friend asked me to write a book from my stories in my book “A Decade of Memories” We owned and ran a mansion of 15 bedrooms. It was built in I888 and was haunted with over 25 ghosts. She had the title picked for it.  It Is a small book and she named it “Tales of a Cosmic Mariner.” At that time, I was hesitant about the subject being a protestant, Christian. I have matured in much of my thinking and realize that all things are possible and that man has many abilities but he does not have the answers to what is Heaven and is it real.  What is not real to humans may be quite real after we have left this world. We are in a body of flesh and bones and over 90% water. We are restricted in our actions and as we get older the restrictions are even more serious. We are restricted by time. We can walk and crawl and swim but only as long as the body is able. We can hear and see and speak but without our man-made devices, we are quite restricted.  God tells us that there is no concept of time in heaven. How would we exist on earth without the reality of time and when we think about it, travel takes time, what then is Time Travel?  In Heaven there is no such thing as Time Travel ships or time to get anywhere. The Galaxies would be open for all manner of exploration. The mind is most powerful and yet we have virtually ignored it’s potential. I have read that there are a couple of women from the USA that have been taken aboard space crafts and taught how to fly these UFOs.  Their minds are connected to the space ship and with much training, put in sync with the UFO so as to be one. The pilot just has to think a maneuver and the plane will respond.  The US Airforce is working on this concept and has made some very interesting progress toward this end. We as humans are far more able to do special things when we allow our minds to soar beyond our normal parameters.  We are amazed at the strength some have displayed in an emergency when the adrenalin starts to flow and a car is lifted off a victim by a single individual.  Mind over matter is something I have believed in for many years. The problem we all have is that we may believe but our faith often fails us. You GOTTA have faith.

It is said that we all have a Guardian Angel who rides along with us through life on our shoulder and tries to keep us safe and on the right track. Many call this our Guide.  This is the guy who can become a pest when you are doing something you know to be wrong. He can guide you many times by blocking out all negative thoughts so you can get done what you set out to do. For some of us, we can recall when a real Angel has entered our lives and done special things. Sometimes we can be the Angel in other people’s lives by being there at the right time or just sending a greeting to a special friend.  Fortunately, I have been on both sides of that coin.

The film we watched last night brought back many memories that have been in cold storage in the back of my brain for some time.

One special day for me was July 19th 1963. This day was special because I met my Angel in person sent from my Maker to care for me until help came in human form. At the time and for many years to follow, I always thought this was a doctor that was immediately at my side.  I was trapped in my car following a head on collision with a tanker truck and trailer, a semi dump truck loaded with gravel and a concrete light standard that went through the passenger side of my windshield followed by the tanker truck and then the loaded gravel truck which dumped the load partially on the scene of the accident. This horrendous head on crash should have snuffed me out immediately. However, it did not and I remained conscious all the time so I was aware of a Being comforting me and giving me a shot of something and then disappearing as quickly as he appeared. I believe this was MY Angel sent to help me. The miracle was that I was injured but not dead. Did I survive this task to fulfill a task God had for me in my future? In my case, I could think of many tasks that would need my help but the one foremost in my mind was to raise two beautiful baby boys with their mother through the hardships of having two boys with serious handicaps. I just had to get well and quickly as I was working in a new position and on straight commission. Thankfully, my employer was a kind man and gave me time to recover. He was a very rich and interesting gentleman and became my mentor and dear friend.  He also was an Angel to me but in a much different form. He allowed me to expand into other interests such a real-estate speculation and renovations so long as I performed as his salesman and made him a lot of money. In turn, we both benefitted greatly.

When I was much younger, about nine years old, I was a very sad young man. I felt abandoned by my family and was living with my grandmother in a tough neighborhood in Toronto, shortly after my grandfather died in the very bed I had my experience. I was alone one night and staring at the cracked plaster on the ceiling, I am sure the scene was familiar to my dearly departed grandfather. The room became glowing with a bright light and above me was a cornucopia shaped image that was spiraling into the bright blue sky. I was being drawn up into that wonderful place and I did not resist it. Angels were inviting me to join them and then, as fast as this all began, it was over and I was back in my grandmother’s bed. I was elated by the experience but was never able to duplicate that experience again.  Were the Angels giving me a glance into what lies ahead for most of us in Heaven?

When relating some of my experiences with the paranormal, this story hit me very unexpectedly.  While I was having the time of my life in my Flea Market, I had purchased a bankrupt Rona building center and Hardware store and not knowing what to do with seven buildings of many different shapes and sizes, I opened a flea market. I was standing in the middle of the floor surrounded by a number of customers when a tall good looking lanky cowboy approached me.  What a surprise to see this guy.  I hadn’t seen him for many months.  Ron was a good soul but with issues that seemed to be beyond his ability to control. I knew the type as my two Uncles were among other things “bank robbers.” They also had problems with the law. Ron’s son used my flea market as if it were his own and took whatever he fancied when we were closed. Ron had more class and limited his misdoing to others and not friends.  I had hired Ron to do some major jobs for me over the years and he always came through with no problems.  What a surprise when this tough guy came to me and threw his arms around me and held me so tight as he was crying. Through his sobs he was saying, “thank you - thank you, you saved my life!” I was shocked when he told me the rest of his story.  Paul, he said, I had a pistol in my mouth and I was about to end it all, when your voice so clearly said, “you must not do this, put the gun down and stop being so foolish”. That was enough to allow me to be here now, telling you, my story.  When you are confronted with a situation this graphic, words are difficult to find for a response, and really not necessary.  And so, we both just looked into each other’s tear-filled eyes and said nothing. I have not seen Ron since, I wish him all the very best as he finds his way through this confusing world. Was I unknowingly Ron’s Angel?  I sure am no Angel as my wife will attest.

My Angel was a chosen one and the relationship goes back just about 75 years. Joan my wife for over 67 years was my chosen Angel and as reluctant as she was to commit to a lasting relationship when we were teenagers, she has stuck it out brilliantly through the good and the bad times 'till now.  Joan has an uncanny sense of perception that when that still soft voice in her head speaks, she listens. Over the years, many decisions have been made based on Joan’s extra perceptional talents. I have come to taking her advice on decisions very seriously. The latest event where we were pressed to make a life threating decision was in early 2020 when we were scheduled for our first covid so-called vaccination shots. Joan said from the beginning that she would not be taking the shot. I, however discounted her skepticism and decided to take them. I had read some of the warning stories about taking the shots and some reliable doctors and scientist warned against it. They were not properly tested but like so many of us, desperation took precedence over caution. My papers arrived and I was ready to get my 1st shot the next week.  I was a bit curious when the 2nd. shot was not within the scheduled time frame of two weeks. I was to wait for over two months and yet Pfizer said it must be within 22 days. The local health care services agreed that this was unusual and agreed that it seemed more political than medical. I finally came to the realization that something was terribly wrong with this whole covid thing and I cancelled my appointments and might have avoided possible death. Joan was taking medicine for her seizures and we heard later that her decision not to take the shots was a good one as they would likely act as an exilerent and cause her real problems. Does my Angel have her own Angel? I believe she does so I always listen and pay close attention when the voices send out their warning.

If you are a Bible believing person, you will have no trouble understanding the purpose of God’s Angels.  However, Lucifer, God’s arch rival here on earth is also an Angel but a very evil one. He is a very powerful one also. God has allowed the Devil to take control of this earth and its people to test our obedience to his laws and commands. God always gives his people a choice. We can follow our inner ear which is our guide or Guardian Angel or, we can follow the evil Angels sent to test us. Are we fit to spend eternity in Heaven or not?

Life is full of choices; we all have decisions to make every day. Some are minor and have little to do with our future, and others are more serious. We must all try to find the quiet times in life and listen for the Angels that are sent from God.

I believe in Angels and I believe Heaven is real.

 

Paul D. Scott                   rantingsandraves.com