Powell's NDE and Guardian Angel Encounter
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
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.
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
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.'
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
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."
occurred while in the presence of her psychologist
who was making regular visits to Sarah's home
to help her regain her memory.
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.
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."
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.
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."
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.
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:
see that everyone within your reach
hears about what happened to you. All
of it. You must open their eyes and
give them hope. Dedicate your soul to
healing people simply by talking and
letting everyone know how the world
is changing. You'll begin to get responses.
Ideas will come. Solutions to problems
will appear and the people will send
you letters supporting you. Some people
will be negative, but these are the
people who will be harder to reach.
Don't let them discourage you. You have
proven to be strong and your family
as well. I know you can get through
this and when you do, you'll come out
even stronger than before. Through your
mouth, they will hear, because you are
a child – a child of God and a
child who can bring hope to God's people.
Please stay peaceful and one with God."
Powell's Guardian Angel
receiving this message, George went away and
could not be seen by Sarah again. Sarah has
this to say about guardian angels:
everybody has their own personal guardian
angel. It's really amazing to think
that there's someone just for me –
someone that God sent just for me. That's
what I always think whenever I feel
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
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
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:
humankind nearer to us. We wish to come
closer to them, but their fears place
us at a distance. One tiny step towards
our dimension gives us the permission
we need to work miracles in their lives.
We long to embrace them with love; we
yearn to guide them and whisper into
their mind's ear the words they need
to hear. We pray for them, yet they
cannot hear our prayers. They feel desolate
and alone. It is now time for angels
and humanity to come together, to join
hands with one another, and to create
Heaven on Earth."
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.
In Dr. Melvin Morse's book,
Parting Visions, the following angel encounter
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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
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:
(I don't know what else to call her)
said that life is an endless cycle of
improvements and that humans are not
perfect yet. She said that most people
have this secret revealed to them when
they die, but that handicapped children
often know this and endure their problems
without complaining because they know
that their burdens will pass. Some of
these children, she said, have even
been given the challenge of teaching
the rest of us how to love. It stretches
our own humanity to love a child who
is less than perfect," said the
angel. "And that is an important
lesson for us."
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
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
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.
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!
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
"Ann, you never have to worry,"
said Jesus. "John is mine now and always
Then John spoke to me. "Ann,
for the first time in twenty years I'm free
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
"I didn't say
it was Jesus," John protested.
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.