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Angela's Angels


"Angela’s Angels"

© 2009 by Chris Costa

Author’s Note: The following is a true account of how an Angel
helped my dearest friend, Angela. To clarify one point, Angela was
unable to get medical help for any of her health problems due to
previous bad experiences.

Angela’s body died on November 2006. I know that she lives on with Our
Father in Heaven, either as an Angel or sleeping, awaiting a resurrection.

And so, I keep a diary written to Angela. The following is from an entry I
wrote in 2008, to keep a written record of The Miracle! Thank you so much
for allowing me to share this encounter!


Diary Entry August 29, 2005 00:00 Hours

You call me, the period that went on for ages. (I think it started on the 27th
of August, 2005; it lasted for weeks and was the penultimate period.)

Diary Entry 00:00-02:00 Hours

You were screaming in agony with outrageous pain coming from the region
of your right ovary—we think it was another burst ovarian cyst—this had
happened a few times before and around the same day of the cycle. You
couldn’t move your right leg.

Diary Entry 02:00-03:00 Hours

You started to call out, ‘Please God, help me!’ continually. I joined you in
asking Our Father for help, praying ‘Please God help her!’ then ‘Please God
help!’ continually.

I stopped calling out; you were still screaming in agony. I was sitting on the
chair beside you; you were lying on the window side of the bed.

I was bent forward, then something told me to sit up straight with eyes
forward. I thought, “Yes, be positive, strong for Angela.” Then, it couldn’t
have been more than a few seconds later—the blue beam of light!

A crystal clear, deep blue, laser-like beam of light, flashed into the room
through the open doorway, stopping by the wall to my right! A white flash
of light, the size of an open hand came after the blue beam, where it stopped
by the wall, flashed into the room through the open doorway, stopping by
the wall to my right…a white flash of light, the size of an open hand came
after the blue beam, where it stopped by the wall! It looked like no other
kind of light—like you said later….

I first thought someone must have been standing in the hallway and flashing
a torchlight into the bedroom; that maybe it was the police, someone having
called them because of the screaming. I didn’t want to leave your side, so I
listened very carefully, and thought "No one could have gotten into the flat
without me hearing! What was this light and where did it come from?"

I looked at the curtains; they were closed. No light could have gotten in that
way—wrong angle anyway.

The boiler room door was closed. Not sure about the kitchen door—another
wrong angle anyway. And everywhere was dark, with either the kitchen
light or lamp in the hallway as background lighting.

I didn’t have time to dwell on this because you were still screaming in
agony. So I thought “O.K. If God is going to help, it looks like it’s got to
be through me since I am the only person physically here with you…”

So I bent forward, hovering both of my hands a couple of inches above you,
taking care not to touch you since I knew this would make things worse—
you couldn’t be touched when you were in pain.

No more than a few seconds could have passed, maybe only two, or more
like 1 second, because I had only just done this when—there HE was!

The Angel came between you and me! I sat back and watched. He was a
large man, short dark hair, dark beard, white clothing. He looked kind of
like how Saint Peter is portrayed.

Obviously an Angel—he was a living person! I could see clearly the
features of his face and his facial expression. He was very matter of fact,
professional, getting on with his job—competent !

And just like the light was "like no other light," this person was "like no
other person!" His facial expression, persona, manner, a perfect person—no
flaw in him. An Angel, a son of Our Father—no sin existing in him. His
face glowed. It seemed to me that He radiated righteousness.

He cradled you in His arms and sat you up—a transparent version of you—
your body was still lying on the bed.

I could see a ball of white light in your abdomen and another in His
abdomen, about the size of an open hand. The light in His abdomen seemed
to be absorbing the light in your abdomen, both lights became joined,
looking like a dumbbell made of light!

He then layed down the transparent version of you, and moved to the top left
corner of the room where He joined at least two other Spirits; there seemed
to be the three of them, moving into the middle of them, and becoming as
transparent as the two were, just slightly above invisible. They all seemed to
be smiling.

I looked at you. You were smiling, a gentle, serene, contented smile. It was
only at this point that I realized you had stopped screaming. I looked at the
Spirits, and in my heart I thanked them for helping you. And then, with
reference to the next door neighbor and everyone else who was giving us
trouble while you were dying a slow painful death, I said in my heart, "What
about them?"—meaning if you can help like this, what about the other

Silently the Spirits replied, "We’ll deal with them, you be here for Angela,"
which I took to mean, "We’ll deal with them and everyone else, including
yourself, fairly and justly at the appropriate time—this being a matter for Us
and not you or anyone else. You—you be here for Angela.”

I then looked at you and you were so serene, with that lovely smile that you
have. I looked out through the open door to the hallway and recalled the
blue beam of light and white flash, the Angel, the abdominal lights, the

I then thought, "How do I tell you this? You’ll think I am mad." But then I
came to my senses and recalled your experiences with Saint Sebastian which
you had told me about. It was around this moment I could no longer see the
Spirits in the room.

I said, "I saw a flashing light." You opened your eyes, looked at me briefly,
then looked forward and said, "I’m always seeing them."

I then explained what I meant, and told you the whole story. When I
described the blue beam, you said, "It’s like no other light."

You wanted to know what the Angel looked like, and said that Sebastian
didn’t have a beard. (One day we’ll find out who that was, if you haven’t
done so already.) Then you realized that you weren’t in pain and could
move your right leg….

I stayed with you for three days until you could get around unaided. And for
two or three of those days, whilst I stayed with you, I kept asking "That
really did happen, didn’t it?" To which you would say, "Yes." It was only
when you made it clear to me that you were completely fed up with these
questions—I stopped asking.

Thank you for letting me share Angela’s Angel story with you!


Author—Chris Costa
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