From: vhall@thepoint.net
Story type: Angel
Location: Louisville, Kentucky
Source: Form Submission
Sitting on the edge of the bed I watched a pinkish glow suddenly shine ever so slightly about my son's room. Settling back I was inspired by the beauty of what I thought was the setting sun. How could it be the sun?...there were no windows in his room. It was now about 8:00 PM, in late October, and had been dark for some three hours. Intensifying, the glow brightened. A tingling sensation covered my body. I was wide awake as I moved closer to the end of the bed. Nervous, but not afraid, I tried to move away from the bed, but I could not. It was not that I lacked the ability, but I found myself weakened and drained of energy. A wisp of gentle wind blew through the room, and the golden pinkish light, like a million tiny specks of light, shimmering like diamonds, began to take shape. The shimmering golden mist now took a form likened to that of a monk. The large figure of a man dressed in a long robe with a braided rope belt hanging from his waist, and a hood falling from his neck stood at the side of my son's crib. As he pointed toward my son there was something protruding from his hand, or covering his hand, but I could not see what it was. The apparition was not in any solid form and did not display any colors--only the golden haze of pinkish light. Filled with great peace the house seemed to vibrate with inspiration. Faint tinkling sounds echoed as a rustling and rushing noise filled my ears. Suddenly, a sweet aroma filled the air as a gentle breeze showered over me. The monk was not looking at me directly. Focusing on my son but never touching him, he stood with his robe brushing the crib. Instantly, as the figure began to disintegrate, a roaring noise filled the room. The vision was gone now. Trying to gain my strength, fear swallowed me. Unsure of what I might find, I feared my child would be dead. My ears filled with the pounding of my heart as I ran to his bed. Smiling, with his little arms outstretched, he was quite a peaceful sight. Radiant, almost glistening, his skin gave of an undeniable silver/blue aura around his body, and his smile was angelic. Immediatley I noticed his fever had broken, and over all he was much better. Jumping forward some 48 hours the story continues from a tiny hospital room. Standing in the hallway, I noticed a group of nurses watching me and looking at me as if to say, "What are you doing here?" Approaching them I asked, "Where have you moved my son? What room is he in?" Turning their backs to me, they walked away--all but one. She took my hand, and I began to feel deflated, as if I was drained of all of my energy, and my knees became weak. "What is wrong with me?" I thought. "Don't you know?" "Know what?" I answered. "Your son died at 4:00am this morning," the nurse whispered. "Oh my God!" I screamed. My ears were filled with a rushing and roaring noise as pounding heart echoed in my head. Everyone looked like they were spinning around, their words running together, as I could no longer make sense of them, but only watched their lips moveing. Fighting the tears, with my heart aching, my eyes recalled the vision of the night before. "Why, oh why?" I cried. Confusion, conflict and sadness besiegedme, to the point that I felt I would die--at that moment. Gathering the only strength I had left, I walked away, leaving behind a part of me that would never return--a part of me that died along with my child. Please feel free to forward my email and snail address to anyone that might be interested in hearing more about the testimony of my life, the upcoming book, "Images of Faith and Miracles-A Journey of Grief, Healing, and Spirituality." Also the International Wings Newsletter. Angelic love, Victoria L. Hall P.O.Box991056, Louisville, Kentucky 40269
Crown.Net Inc.
Samuel K. Spitzner
Comments to maintainer: sks@crown.net
All contents copyright © 1996.
Victoria L. Hall
All rights reserved.
Revised: Tuesday, 12-Aug-97 19:46:40 CDT
URL: /X/Stories/AngelReturns.html