An Angel Set Me Free: And other incredible true stories of the afterlife. Dorothy Chitty
us. He gives us life in the first place and it’s up to us what we do with it. If you are not learning the life lessons you are supposed to learn in this lifetime, you can go early and then you will have to reincarnate next time with the same lessons to learn. But before that your guardian angel may come to warn you and help you get on the right track.
In the following story, Lisa had a lesson to learn—and I’m glad to say that she listened.
I was driving along a narrow country road with my boyfriend one winter afternoon. Suddenly the car hit an invisible patch of black ice and hurtled into an uncontrollable spin. I felt as though I was floating in a bubble, as though time was in slow motion. I couldn’t hear anything and I knew there was nothing I could do because it makes it worse if you brake during a skid. Suddenly I saw my father’s face right in front of me, smiling. It was very clear and detailed, right down to his sparkly blue eyes.
Next there was an almighty crash and everything came to a standstill. I didn’t feel a jolt, though, because it was as if there was a pillow cushioning me. Once we were stationary, I looked down. The windscreen had shattered and I had fragments of glass all over me, sparkling in the sunlight. There was a bit of broken wing mirror in my hair. I looked round at my boyfriend and he was covered in glass as well but seemed fine.
It was difficult getting out of the car because the doors were all bent and twisted, but someone came and helped us, telling us that we had smashed into his van. He seemed very shaken and kept giving us strange looks.
‘You’d better get away in case it catches fire,’ he said. ‘I’ve called for an ambulance.’
I looked at my boyfriend. ‘I don’t think we need an ambulance,’ I said. ‘I feel fine.’
It was then I turned to look at the car and couldn’t believe my eyes. It had been ripped almost in two, had lost two of its wheels, and the fuel tank had ruptured and was leaking petrol all over the road.
A police car arrived soon afterwards and, after inspecting the car, a policeman said to us: ‘If I’d come on that without knowing any better, I’d have assumed someone had died in there and that I’d need a fire engine to cut out their body.’
When the ambulance pulled up, they treated the lorry driver for shock but they couldn’t find anything wrong with my boyfriend or me. I didn’t have so much as a scratch on me and no signs of whiplash from the impact. But looking at the car, I knew the policeman was right and that we should by rights have been dead.
Lisa came to see me after the accident and we talked about what it had meant. She had no doubt that her father had saved her life by cushioning her boyfriend and her during the impact. I told her I have often heard people describe that feeling of floating as if you are being held by angelic arms. I’ve experienced it myself and even though I work with spirit every day of my life, I still find it uncanny.
Lisa realised she was being given a second chance but that she had to start taking more care of herself. She’d been driving that sports car of hers far too fast and she could have killed not only herself but her boyfriend as well. She had to slow down—literally and metaphorically—and start living her life more consciously instead of rushing headlong from one experience to the next.
The Final Visit
In the last moments of our lives, we are never alone. Someone who has gone before will always come to collect us, whether it’s a grandparent, a parent, a partner, a child or a good friend. If you have ever sat with someone who is dying, you will know that an incredible calmness comes over them because they have seen or heard the person they love coming for them. Many, many people have described this to me and I know we will all go through it one day. There is nothing to fear at that moment, and the dying know it. All will be well.
To illustrate this, I’m including a story I heard from a doctor about an end-of-life and after-life experience he had.
One evening I was called out to the home of a fifty-four-year-old woman who had a history of heart problems. When I walked into her bedroom I was surprised to see so many people there and asked them to leave so I could examine my patient in peace. Her husband and two daughters left the room, but a man and a woman still stood in the corner, smiling.
‘Would you mind stepping out for a moment?’ I asked, getting irritated, but all they did was smile.
My patient was very weak but she managed to say: ‘It’s only you and me in the room, doctor. The lady and gentleman you can see are my parents and they’ve come for me because it’s my time to die.’
‘Nonsense,’ I said. ‘You’re not going to die if I’ve got anything to do with it.’ But when I did my examination, I realised her heart was very weak and that she must have had another heart attack. I called an ambulance and waited with her until it came.
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