I recently wrote about a light that filled a room as if an angel were protecting a woman from her abusive husband.
And why not? Angels are made of light, and they come in any form in which their message can be heard: in a dream, in an accident or coincidence, in the form of an animal, as a human, or sometimes as an intuition or a light. An angel can also be a disembodied voice.
The following story describes two such incidents. It comes from a woman in Wisconsin. At the time, she was a young mother of three children. She always felt that her youngest son was intuitive and wise beyond his years.
One morning while he slept, he told her, his ceiling fixture had loosed itself from its moorings and descended, hovering and shimmering over him as he lay in bed. He had seen it, felt it. His mother knew he would not deliberately tell a lie, but she wondered reasonably (since light fixtures don’t descend and then pull themselves back up on their cords to their original place on the ceiling) whether it might have been a dream. But no, he insisted, he never left his bed and no, he hadn’t been asleep. It was a light.
The following night she was roused from sleep by an insistent voice urging her, “Wake up! Wake up! If you want to see the light, it’s right here in your room.”
When she opened her eyes, she saw a brilliant, radiant, scintillating light shaped like a giant snowflake. At the same time she felt a vital presence. It was warm, peaceful. It was “good.” Slowly it began to retreat, fade and then it was gone. She checked the time to make sure she was not dreaming, and slowly it dawned on her (oh, with such humility!) that this wondrous thing had come to her.
Was it an angel, she asked, come in its natural state, not clothed artificially in human guise? Had she been blessed to see angelic spheres, bringing her the “peace that passeth understanding?”
What do you think? Have you ever had an encounter with the Light?
