An Angel Held My Hand: Inspiring True Stories of the Afterlife

I’ll give you a little clue, though. Angels often appear with the lightest of blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, even if they are dressed as humans! You might want to watch out for that. Their clothing can also be a dead giveaway. They don’t seem to understand fashion at all and often wear what we would consider inappropriate clothing for the time of year or the era. There is usually something that doesn’t look quite right!

So many people have written to tell me about their own lifesaving experiences with both their human ‘family’ of ‘angels’ and the winged variety. Angelic contact really is going on all around us. Children, too, have amazing stories to tell of their own contact with loved ones who have died and their own foresights into the future and insights into the past. There is so much magic in our lives and so many of us are guilty of walking around with blinkers on. We miss things that are right in front of our nose.

I want to open your eyes to the wonders that are all around you. So many children want to be like Harry Potter and perform magic. So many of us want to live in a world where miracles exist. But what if I told you that we already can and they already do?

I know that you’ll enjoy the angelic wisdom, messages and amazing lifesaving adventures in this book. By the end you’re sure to be a believer!

CHAPTER 2 Angels in the Car (#ulink_dd9dfb07-a46f-51e5-9fee-4fde65d39bd8)

For he shall give his angels charge over thee to keep thee in all thy ways.

Psalm 91:11

On a French motorway one day a car leaped the central reservation and hit a car on the other side of the road—head on. That car flipped over and over on the motorway, tossing the passengers around like clothes in a dryer. The box of wine that they had picked up at the airport flew up into the air and loose bottles started smashing around them. Open bags of food and make-up from the handbag on the floor of the back seat deposited their contents all over the car and then later, when it came to a halt, lay along the length of the carriageway as the car began to collapse like an empty cardboard box.

My sister Debbie had been in the back seat of that car. Sitting next to her had been her husband of two years and in the driving seat and front passenger seat had been their friends, a husband and wife. They had been on their way to visit another English couple who had made their home in France. It wasn’t the first time they had visited them, but this time it turned out to be a very different journey.

My sister told me later about how she felt as the car rolled over. She said, ‘I knew I was being protected. I knew I would survive, but I wasn’t sure if my friends would make it.’

The car landed on its roof. Inside, everyone was hanging upside down by their seatbelts.

In the front one of my sister’s friends said, ‘Is everyone OK?’ The silence, she said afterwards, seemed to go on and on. The other passengers were too deeply shocked to reply. Were they OK?

‘Yes,’ someone said eventually, and then another, then another…

Cars were driving past the accident and it was important to get out of the car as quickly as possible. People can do extraordinary things in times of danger. Strength appears from nowhere. Someone kicked in a window and the seatbelts were unlocked, resulting in the inevitable: everyone landing on their heads. Unbelievably, all four of them walked away from the crash with little more than cuts and bruises.

The woman who had hit them in her car was also fine, as were her young children, who had been in the car with her. Language difficulties then caused problems, but after several hours, still in shock, the group continued their journey. Eventually they arrived safely at their destination and fell into the waiting arms of their friends.

A type of calm had surrounded Debbie as the accident happened. ‘No one screamed,’ she said, ‘no one yelled.’

I remember receiving a photograph on my mobile phone just minutes after the crash—she had taken a photograph of the accident and mailed it over—and then hearing her voice saying, ‘I’ve been in a serious accident, but I’m OK. I just wanted to speak to someone. In fact we’re all OK…’

Not wanting to worry anyone by ringing in the early hours of the morning, I left it until first light before I informed the rest of the family. ‘They’re all OK,’ I reassured everyone, and each of us took it in turns to telephone Debbie and see how the group was doing. When losing your life seems so close, all you want to do is be with those you love, and failing that, a telephone call is the closest thing to hand. The more you can talk about it, the better.

Later the following afternoon I contacted a close family friend and explained what had happened. ‘I know…’ she said simply.

Rather bizarrely, her daughter had dreamed the whole thing. In the dream she had been a passenger in a car with her mother and they had driven past the mangled wreck of a car on the motorway. Her mother had told her, ‘Don’t look, because it’s either Aunty Jacky or Aunty Debbie!’

At the time my sister and I looked very alike. She has naturally blonde hair and I’d recently lightened mine. Even people who knew us both very well had been muddling us up since my change of hair colour. Could this young girl really have seen the accident as it happened—probably at the exact moment—in her dream? I believe she did.

That wasn’t the only paranormal experience relating to this story. Many months later my sister began having the dream visitations from my father-in-law Jack that I have already mentioned. He started to accompany her in the car as well. Driving along one day, she heard his voice clairvoyantly as he communicated with her from the other side of life. He called himself her ‘driving angel’ and she asked him, ‘Were you with us the day of the accident?’ He told her that he was and that he had surrounded the car with a white light of protection. This protection was what my sister had felt in the car, along with the knowledge that she was going to be OK. When she asked Jack why he had told her about it, he answered, ‘Because I can!’

I’ve heard Jack myself when I’ve been driving. I swear it was his voice I heard one day telling me to pull over as I drove my four-wheel drive up to a narrow bridge. Moments later a white van clipped my wing mirror and I knew for sure that had I been just a little bit further over towards the middle of the road I would have been involved in a head-on collision. Jack’s urgent voice saved me from an accident that day and potentially a serious injury. He was my angel that day!

This experience is typical of the stories that people share with me. A large percentage of these relate to people feeling that their lives have been saved by angels—both the winged variety and our loved ones on the other side of life—and so often this happens when they are in the car.

Our cars are so important to us. They get us to where we need to go. They give us the freedom to explore our world and be with the people we love, but they can also be very dangerous. In the wrong hands, or when conditions dictate, they can become lethal weapons. Maybe that’s why so many angels sit with us when we drive?

Another reason for ‘car angel’ stories being so very numerous is that when we drive our mind is relaxed and therefore more able to receive messages from our angels. That meditative state that we sometimes get into when we are driving a familiar route is the perfect opportunity for our angels to reach in and communicate with us. That contact is very likely to be when our angels are providing us with inspiration or suggestions for life problems, but it can also involve them saving our very lives. Part of our angels’ job is to protect us from harm. Your angels are certainly with you when you drive, as these stories illustrate.

A Mystery Voice

Lara Wells is from the UK. She is the editor and owner of the publication The Psychic Voice, so it’s clear that she knows for sure that there is more to life than what we can see, feel and hear! Here is Lara’s terrifying story:

On 14 February, our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband and I were travelling to view a house. Following an accident five months earlier my car had been replaced with an exact duplicate, a silver Vauxhall Tigra. My nerves had been frayed by the accident, but my spirit was willing to continue to travel by road. On this particular journey I was a passenger in the front and my husband was driving. My daughter Tabitha was in her baby seat in the back, behind my husband. She was 25 months old.

Driving conditions were cold and crispy but not icy and as we were driving along the road to find the house we wanted to view, my husband spotted some miniature ponies in a field to our left. Tabitha was getting bored, so my husband called out to her to point them out. I turned round to look at her and saw she had started to get agitated for no apparent reason. I turned my head back round to the windscreen and as I did so the front left-hand wheel hit a patch of mud. The car immediately veered off to the left, got sucked into the grass and was flung back out again onto the road. My husband was braking furiously and I could see a burgundy-coloured estate car to our right, so I just grabbed the steering wheel with my right hand and pulled as hard as I could to balance the out-of-control car. I was successful, but then a female voice said to me, ‘Get the baby now!’

In a panic I turned to look and realized we were now heading straight for a tree. The vehicle was now totally out of control and I knew we weren’t going to brake in time. We were going to hit the tree at a speed of over 50 miles per hour.

I spun back round again to discover that Tabitha had opened her seatbelt and was in the process of climbing out of her car seat. She would almost certainly go through the window. She was already halfway out of her seatbelt, crying her eyes out and screaming at the top of her voice. I had to make an instant decision: either try and strap her back in again whilst my own seatbelt was undone or bring her into the front with me. In a split-second I hauled her into the front and put the seatbelt around us both. Then I put my feet up on the dashboard and shut my eyes.

As the impact happened I straightened my legs to take the full force of it. The massive jolt shot through my legs and body and I felt the seatbelt tighten and pain sear across my right shoulder and breast. Glass shattered everywhere.

As soon as we stopped I unclipped the belt with the intention of getting out of the car and away from all the wreckage as quickly as possible. Then I realized my daughter wasn’t breathing very well and was making choking noises. She was struggling to get air. Then, terrifyingly, she stopped breathing completely!

I was panic stricken. I screamed at the top of my lungs, ‘Someone help my baby! Please, someone help her!’ over and over again.

Suddenly a dark-haired lady appeared from nowhere with a blanket. I was puzzled as to where she might have come from. When I asked her, she indicated a nearby house.

Just then, an ambulance appeared from over the hill. Then I became aware of another car, a white car, which had stopped, and I saw a phone in the hand of the person in it, so I assumed they had phoned for an ambulance. The police then appeared also, but I was too intent on what was happening with my daughter to take in many details. All this while, though, the dark-haired lady who had been soothing Tabitha and who had brought her a blanket was calmly singing and hovering her hand over her chest.

I had never felt so helpless in my life! I could still hear my own voice begging and pleading for help. Then the back doors of the ambulance were flung open and the paramedics were there. My shoulder and breast were agony, but I handed my daughter over to them and climbed into the back of the ambulance along with her. I watched them rip her clothes off, hook the monitors up to her and give her oxygen.

In a panic I turned to the dark-haired woman and asked who she was. ‘I am a nurse,’ she replied. ‘Your daughter, she will live, don’t worry.’

I wanted to stop and speak to her, but the doors of the ambulance closed rapidly and the sound of the siren started blaring in the background. My husband remained at the scene, unaware if his daughter was alive or dead.

A huge team of paramedics and paediatric consultants was waiting for us when we drew up outside the hospital. I was told to wait in the relatives’ room as my daughter was whisked into the emergency room. As she was taken away, I just caught sight of her eyes as they closed in a look of sheer terror. I didn’t know if I would see my baby alive again. The agony of waiting seemed eternal.

Eventually a nurse came to get me and asked me to go with her. I ran up the corridor and burst into the emergency room. My little girl was lying there with her head turned to the wall. My heart stopped. Was she…? No! Suddenly, her head turned to me and she called out, ‘Mummy!’ and put her little hand out to me. I just ran to her.

The doctor told me, ‘She is one very lucky little lady. We thought she was a “gonner”, but she suddenly stabilized. She will have to be kept in for a few days for observation, but we are hopeful she will make a full recovery.’

‘Can I touch her?’ I asked.

‘Of course. She could probably do with a cuddle.’

I was so grateful. The doctors and the police said that if I hadn’t hauled my daughter into the front with me she would most certainly have gone through the windscreen and been killed. I had taken the full impact on my legs and this had saved her life. (My legs were massively bruised but not broken. My right shoulder and breast were bruised so badly that even I didn’t recognize my own body, but otherwise I was OK.)

The strange thing was that I still had the blanket that the woman had wrapped around my baby to keep her warm, but no one else at the accident had even seen her. Afterwards I went back to the area, but I never found the owner of the blanket. So I still have it—and the reassurance she gave me. That woman had cared for my baby and soothed her and wrapped her to keep her warm. I think I just might have had the privilege of meeting my daughter’s guardian angel!

Safely Steering

I think this next story has a little guardian angel attached to it too:

My late parents lived in a bungalow with a curved drive that carried on to the bottom of a slope and ended at a kerb. One day as they turned into the drive going down the slope the brakes of their car failed. Although the car was not going very fast, my father, who was driving, realized that without following the drive completely they would smash into a large glass window in the building at the bottom of the drive.