From: vhall@thepoint.net
Story type: Angel
Location: Queens, New York
Source: EMail Submission
Only a few days following my high school graduation, I could no longer stand the abuse of my father; short of suicide I went to stay with an aunt. One morning I heard a knock on the front door and was alarmed by the sound of my father's voice as I heard him arguing with my aunt. Like a cornered rat I tried to hide under the bed, but my father's footsteps came closer as he entered the bedroom. Rising from the floor I could see that he had a shot-gun. Shaking, I now feared the worse. I was speechless. I could not find the words to try and convince him not to kill me, nor the strength to run. Raising the shot-gun to my head he screamed obscenitites, "I'll kill you, you bitch!" The rage in his eyes seemed as if fire was shotting from them--it was unlike anything I had ever seen. His hate had materialized in such a way that it was now something that I could actually feel and touch. As he raised the gun to my head, I began to bed for my life, "Please daddy, please don't!" It didn't matter; he did not hear me, nor did he feel the pulling of my aunt against him as she fought with him for the gun. His strength was incontestable and could not be shaken. Closing my eyes it seemed like an eternity until, "click" was the last thing I thought I would ever hear. But nothing happened. My heart was racing so fast I could barely breathe. As my body shook violently I peered through squinting eyes at my father's face. It was as though time had stood still. I can still recall feeling a great pressure against my body, like a force, or something holding me up and pushing against me. The pressure was all around me; like being squeezed between hundreds of people in a crowd is the best way I can describe the sensation of this pressure. Had I been surrounded by hundreds of angels? Who stood between my father and I? If it were the presence of angels, did they stop the bulletts from entering my body? I don't know, but what I do know is that something stood between us and interfered in a miraculous way, so that my life did not end there! Waiting for the blast of the shot-gun never came. The trigger jammed, and the gun did not fire! Turning around for one last look as my father lay helpless on the bedroom floor, I felt electricity surge through me. Running from the house I knew I would never go back, at least not now, or perhaps ever. Thus began my journey to the streets of New York City with only the clothes on my back and 25cents in my pocket. 1000 miles away from home I lived in abandoned buildings and ate what food I could find on the streets. During this time I witnessed much turmoil, suffering and loss. Loss that included the deaths of my two children and my own Near-Death Experience. There is much more to tell. Encounters with beautiful shimmering iridescent celestial beings that have continued to this day some 25 years later as I turned my life over to a great mission I knew I had been given. Touched by angels of love and healing during my near-death experience I surrendered my life-and my future-to the Divine. Given clear insight into my purpose on earth I gave my life to others. Through words of knowledge and revelation, sight and touch the heart, mind, and spirit are drawn into the wonder of the infinite realm just beyond our senses. Through my writing which has been submitted for publication "Images of Faith and Miracles-A Journey Through Grief, Healing and Spirituality," I hope to touch hearts around the world with all the joy, love and wonder of heaven itself. Please feel free to post my email and mailing address for people who would like to contact me about the angelic encounters and details of my Near-Death Experience. Angelic Love, Victoria L. Hall P.O.Box 991056, Louisville, Kentucky 40269
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