Angel Encounters and NDEs

1. Sarah Powell's NDE and Guardian Angel Encounter

On November 16, 1993, in a middle class home in Clear Lake, Texas, Deborah Powell's house was broken into by burglars while her youngest daughter Sarah was there alone from school. Deborah came home and found her daughter hog-tied, her hands tied to her feet and having amnesia. Although she couldn't remember what happened to her, she was deeply depressed and because of her amnesia, she had to relearn everything all over again.

One month after the crime, Sarah fell down and had what appeared to be a seizure. Sarah was diagnosed with having severe post-traumatic stress disorder and it was during her seizures that the terrifying details of the crime would enter her memory. When the burglars entered the home, Sarah became hysterical. One of the burglars attempted to smother her with a pillow. Fighting for her life, she noticed a tattoo on the burglar who was trying to kill her. When he realized she had seen his tattoo, he became enraged and struck her in the head. It was at this point that she died and had a near-death experience.

"After I left my body, I found myself waking up underneath a tree in a place that seemed to be the best place that anyone could possibly be. It's the place I call heaven. It is definitely the place where I want to spend eternity. As I began to look around, I saw a figure approaching me and it turned out to be a good friend of mine. He had passed away four days before. Brian walked up to me and simply explained to me what was happening to me. He said I was going to be okay and that I was going to be spared for a certain reason. I had something to do. He said he had someone to introduce to me. Shortly after, someone else walked up. It was a tall man in a white suit and white top hat who spoke in a British accent.

"He said, ‘I am going to be with you for a long time. I've known you all your life and I've been your guardian angel all of your life.'

"He said he didn't want me to be afraid because of what was happening to me. I wasn't dying. I would have to go back. Then he told me that I was brought there to rest to gain the courage and energy to go on and finish what I'm supposed to finish.

"It seemed like everything then started to kind of fade out and then I was back in my room before I knew it. When I woke up again, my dog was licking me in the face and I didn't know where I was or who I was or how I got there or why I was tied up."

Something occurred while in the presence of her psychologist who was making regular visits to Sarah's home to help her regain her memory.

"My psychologist was trying to calm me down because no one could. I was to the point where I wasn't even trying to listen to anybody. I was just rocking back and forth and trying to sing to myself. While I was talking to her, a light appeared. It appeared as a circular shape and then came down as a long oval. That was George.

"Immediately, I just stopped crying and Sharon (her psychologist) just seemed to be amazed. She said, "How come you calmed down so quickly?" And I said, "He says I am going to be ok and he is going to take care of me now."

The guardian angel Sarah met during her near-death experience, who became affectionately known as George, helped in Sarah's emotional healing and reached out to touch the lives of Sarah's family and friends.

"I told my mother to sit down. I said I have an angel and he is going to be with me awhile to help us get through this. He says he has been with me a long time since I was a baby. He says that when I was a little kid, I used to laugh at him because he had this big hat that he had to push out of his eyes."

When Sarah's mother heard this she started to cry. There was time when Sarah was two or three years old when Sarah would laugh a lot in her room. Her mother would peek in the room and ask what Sarah was laughing at. Sarah would say, "the man with the big hat comes and makes me laugh all the time." Sarah's mother even keeps drawings that Sarah created of this "man" who made her laugh as a child.

At this point in her healing, Sarah would frequently receive visitations from George. Sarah would actually be able to see and converse with George even though family members could not see or hear him. Sarah was even able to have George heal her friend who had suffered constantly with various illnesses throughout her life. When Sarah was fully recovered, George prepared her for his departure. George had a message he wanted to leave with Sarah to share with others and he wanted her to write it down. The following is the message:

After receiving this message, George went away and could not be seen by Sarah again. Sarah has this to say about guardian angels:

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2. Donna Gatti's NDE and Angel Research

Donna Gatti is the owner of Angel Academy (www.angelacademy.com), a website devoted to angel lovers, the study of spirituality, and the attainment of enlightenment. She is also the author of the books Angels and Alchemy and When Angels Speak. Her stated goal is to connect people with their guardian angel and spiritual guides. As a translator for these heavenly beings, she delivers personal messages, word for word, from beyond the veil. She describes what is called "The Angel's Guarantee of Love, Honor, and Truth:

LOVE: You cannot imagine the depth and magnitude of your angels' love. They smile upon you as they observe the good things that you do. When you make a mistake, they encourage you to get up and keep going. They shower you with loving thoughts and gentle feelings as you struggle to overcome the difficulties of daily living. Always they are at your side, these faithful and wise companions. In the morning, your guardians greet you with warm enthusiasm, thrilled for another new day of serving you. At night, they stroke your brow with tender affection, as you are serenely cherished. There is nothing on Earth that can compare to the power of an angel's openhearted love.

HONOR: Angels honor you for simply being you. There are no rules in the spiritual realm other than "to be." Therefore, angels do not judge, condemn or criticize. You do not have to say or do anything at all to be worthy to receive. Angels respect you for the brilliant light that shines forth from your soul. You deserve honor because you possess a noble spirit. As a child of the Creator, you are spiritual royalty.

TRUTH: Telling someone the truth is an act of love. Your angels want you to know what is true and what is not. As the veil of illusion is lifted, you will see yourself and others differently. When you view the world as it really is, pain and suffering leave you. Grief and sadness dissolve into a greater understanding. Peace of mind comes to those who strive for truth.

Donna Gatti's NDE and the Wonderful Insights She Learned

Within each of us dwells a mystic, a powerful source of spiritual energy and divine intelligence. This brilliant light inside your soul longs to be set free, to shine and radiate magic in your life. Allow it to come forth and rejuvenate you. As the angels refresh your memories of Home, you will recall why you were born and what you are here to do. You are a child of God, the Creator of the Universe, and you have certain unalienable rights. Step forward and claim your inheritance.

My clients have experienced the joy of communicating with their angels; they have felt the love that exists only in the hidden realms. At this precious moment in time, I have been given permission to perform this sacred work. Many others have learned the names of their angels and received heavenly guidance. You can too. The world is changing. Soon, everybody will be in direct communication with his or her angels and guides.

My angels have granted all of my requests, and your angels can do the same for you. I am deeply indebted to these marvelous beings of light, and they have asked me to do only one thing in return:

My first encounter with angels occurred in 1974. While undergoing a surgical procedure, the doctor made a mistake, cut an artery, and I lost too much blood to sustain life. As my physical body lay dying on the operating table, I rose up and surveyed the situation. I noticed that the doctors and nurses were upset, and were working desperately to save me. In my ethereal body, with my mental faculties and personality intact, I went nose-to-nose with each one and told them to relax, that I was okay, but they ignored me. Frustrated, I moved higher up, away from my body, and began to fly. Gravity had no effect on me. Flying was natural and effortless, sort of like swimming underwater, but in an ocean of brilliant white light.

During my near-death experience, two Escort Angels came to take me Home. Since then, I have been in touch with the celestial realm. I have seen angels as big as skyscrapers and others as small as a pinpoint of light. Archangel Michael, the Buddha, White Eagle, Warrior Angels, sepia-colored cherubs, and dancing light beings have shown themselves to me. I have entered the Halls of Knowledge and received instructions from the Great White Brotherhood, an organization on the ethereal plane that is dedicated to the spiritual evolution of humanity. There is no discrimination of any kind on the Other Side. "Great" and "White" refer to the loving white light in the higher dimensions. As no one is above or below another, what one can do all can do. I have seen, and you can too.

I heard a kind and gentle voice speak. Without my asking, the Voice answered all the big questions about life. Then, my smallest concerns were addressed as if they were matters of great importance. When the Voice told me why Aunt Bettie married Uncle Fred, I giggled with joy and contentment. My curiosity had been completely satisfied, and I felt like a child held in the arms of a loving parent after a hard day at school. The Voice in the Light had anticipated and joyfully fulfilled my needs and desires, with good humor, extreme love and enormous tenderness.

The nurse yelled, "We're losing her," and at the sound of distress I was propelled upward. The farther up I went, the brighter the Light became. Two cherubs appeared, one on either side of me, and we slowly drifted to the corner of the ceiling. We communicated through mental telepathy, which is faster and more efficient than mere words. They told me they were Escort Angels and had come to take me Home. But before we could go, I had to look at the body I was leaving behind. She was twenty-five years old and in perfect health, except for the loss of blood and spirit. I determined that the situation was not serious enough, and in less than an instant I reentered my physical body through the navel. I was back on Earth and suffering from Homesickness.

I looked up at the ceiling to see the Escort Angels fly through the wall, and I became emotionally distraught. I was embarrassed because I had forgotten to thank them for coming to get me. Years later, whenever I thought about my lack of good manners, I cringed inside. One day, I heard one of them say, "Why don't you thank us now?" I laughed, relieved that I could right a wrong. I said, "Thank you," and I saw balloons, confetti, and two tiny cherubs dancing in celebration.

Donna Gatti's Reincarnation Experiences

At the age of four, I suddenly recalled my prior lives. Time stood still as I watched my mother on her hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor. The walls and ceiling dissolved into nothingness, and the roof disappeared from our house. A physical sensation came over me, as if an unseen force had placed a Cloak of Protection around my shoulders. Mother's words could not be heard above that peculiar rushing sound of the ethereal silence. My spiritual eyes witnessed a substance, which looked like grains of black sand, being poured into the crown of my head. At that precise moment, I saw a long line of women who had been my mothers in previous lifetimes. And I knew, with that strange and wonderful sense of knowingness, that I was not a helpless child but a powerful spiritual being on an extended journey, a long way from Home.

A similar episode occurred when I was fifteen. Fighting in Vietnam had just begun and our boys were going off to war. As my girlfriends discussed the situation, I found myself outside of present time. I was transported to airspace over a battlefield, looking down at the bloody carnage. I was one of the dead soldiers wearing an American Civil War uniform. I recalled rising up, out of the confines of my physical body. But before I (my ethereal body) could leave the Earth's atmosphere, I had to view the scene below. There was a lesson to be learned, and it would reveal itself to me only if I looked to find it.

While gazing at the wounded young man's body, which I had inhabited only seconds ago, I made a vow. I promised myself that I would never again participate in a war. To lose precious life in a fight against my fellow man, a war declared by men who did not shed a drop of their own blood, was stupid and senseless. I vowed to find another way. Since then, I have reincarnated over and over again, but always as a woman.

I work for the angels. They give me a specific job to do and all the help I need to complete it. My first project was to act as scribe for "When Angels Speak: Messages from the Keepers of The Lion's Gate," which I co-authored with Nadira Duran. It is available in paperback at our bookstore.

"Angels and Alchemy" is the title of my second book, which was published in the summer of 2003. An e-book version will be out very soon. If you love angels and want to know more about what they do and how they do it, this is the right book for you. Written in novel form, "Angels and Alchemy" is based on ancient wisdom and spiritual truths. The story reveals secrets nobody knows unless he or she has actually seen and conversed with heavenly beings.

The angels made me their writer, even though I did not go to college and hold no professional degrees of any kind. Universities cannot prepare a person to do spiritual work. My credentials are mystical experiences and encounters with angels. I've been to the Other Side on many occasions and have learned the language of Spirit. It is important to know that extraordinary things can and do happen to ordinary people like me. When you know that such wonders actually exist, then you begin to dream of having your own. You can have what you want and everything you need. All is within the ream of possibility. First one, and then another, until everyone has the ability to travel with ease beyond the veil.

My current task is connecting people with their angels and spiritual guides. I walk the bridge between Heaven and Earth, in search of spiritual nourishment. The angels have asked me to step forward and hold my lamp high, so that those who seek can find their way.

Donna Gatti
Angel Academy, donna@angelacademy.com

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3. Dr. Frank Oski's Angel Encounter

In Dr. Melvin Morse's book, Parting Visions, the following angel encounter is documented:

In my own research I have found angels to be an integral part of visions of all kinds. At least 50 percent of the children in my studies see "guardian angels" as a part of their near-death experience. I have also found that guardian angels lend their help at other times of crisis, when a person needs answers to bolster his or her flagging spirit.

Angels are reported under a variety of circumstances. Another report comes from Dr. Frank Oski, a professor of pediatrics under whom I trained at Johns Hopkins University. Oski is not a new-age guru. Rather he is a demanding pediatrician with an encyclopedic knowledge of medicine who insisted that his students come to the hospital having read the latest medical-journal articles. Yet to my great surprise Dr. Oski has been touched by the same mystical light described by people down through the ages who have had visions, including near-death experiences.

As a medical student Oski was enthusiastic about the potential of modern medicine, but frustrated by the fact that children die of congenital defects that are beyond anyone's control. One night he went to bed pondering the fate of a dying patient. Although he was doing his best, the child was not improving. He felt powerless to help and went to sleep wondering why this child had to die. About an hour after falling asleep Oski was awakened by a bright light, one that shone in his room like a private sun. Oski could make out the form of a woman in the glow of the intense light. She had wings on her back and was approximately twenty years old.

In a quiet and reassuring voice the woman explained to the speechless Oski why it was that children had to die:

"Oski has been courageous enough to talk freely about his experience. He has even written about it for a major pediatric journal. In that article he wrote, "I will make no attempt to convince you as to the reality of my story. But I would merely ask that you keep an open mind on the mysteries of life which occur to you on a daily basis."

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4. Doras Marlatt's Angel Encounter

It was a bright summer day that Fourth of July. We weren't planning anything special since I had to work later and my husband John was recuperating from neck surgery. The following day was John's birthday and we planned to do something that weekend.

But when he awoke, the pain was severe and he had difficulty breathing. I called 911. The last thing we suspected was that he had a heart condition. The doctors suggested immediate bypass surgery.

But before they could operate, we faced another crisis. The balloon pump that the doctor put into the artery in my husband's leg had cut off the circulation. A vascular surgeon was called but I could see he was upset that he hadn't been called sooner. If circulation wasn't restored soon, John would lose his leg. It was too much!

"God," I said, "this time I will not ask you to save my husband's life. He's been through so much in the past thirty years." But I also asked God for peace of mind, knowing that if he did choose to take John home to heaven, I wanted to know that John was with him. You see, in all our years together, I didn't know how John felt about God.

I prayed: "God, give him to me whole or take his soul."

I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall in the waiting room. There was a man standing in front of me. I kept telling myself I was not asleep. I wanted to open my eyes but I was afraid of losing the vision. The man walked across the room and I recognized him.

"Jesus," I cried out - at least I think I did - for I was speaking with my mind. He bowed to acknowledge my presence. Then he walked to John's bedside, reached down and touched his chest with both hands. Then he touched both his legs, from the hips to the knees. All the while I kept saying, "This is real, I can't be dreaming. I know I'm not asleep."

Suddenly, Jesus and John were standing in front of me. Jesus had his arm around John's shoulder. They both looked straight into my eyes.

"Ann, you never have to worry," said Jesus. "John is mine now and always will be."

Then John spoke to me. "Ann, for the first time in twenty years I'm free of pain."

I was in such a state of amazement I could barely believe this was happening. Again I looked into the eyes of Jesus and with all the burning desire of a thousand questions, I said, "Jesus, I didn't know you were so tall."

He smiled. And at that moment I was compelled to open my eyes to make sure I was awake. It wasn't a dream. Jesus was with my husband. He's not the small, slight man he's always pictured as being.

Fearful of finding John slipping away to heaven, I walked slowly to his room. He lay still. My heart stopped beating. Then he turned to me and said, "I must have fallen asleep for a while." I stood there sputtering, wanting to tell him what I'd seen. But what he told me took the words right out of my mouth.

"A man came to see me just now," John told me. "He said I wouldn't need surgery today, and maybe I'd never need it. He touched my chest and my legs with his hands. He reassured me that everything would be okay."

"Jesus was with you," I shouted at him. "I saw the whole thing from the other room."

"I didn't say it was Jesus," John protested.

Whether it was or wasn't doesn't really matter. John kept his leg, his heart healed and he's alive two years after that amazing hospital visitation.

The fact that John still suffers from pain does not take away from the blessed visit that we experienced that day in July. 

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