Yes, I believe in guardian angels

I was in a really great bar-café in 2007 in the Frankfurt, Germany main train station, a gorgeous old building with a big, round glass roof and lots of great shops and eateries.

It also had a nice bar-café: on the right, the bar and high bar stools, and on the left, nice round little tables for folks to sit and enjoy a coffee and pastries, little sandwiches, etc.

The mix of the two was classy! It also de-rowdyizes a bar to also serve food. 😉

Frankfurt train station is also where I was told an astonishing story by a stranger. 

I have had many experiences of the supernatural and many other people have, and when I tell them one of my experiences people do often open up and tell me a weird experience they have had. 😉

This one night, I may have mentioned it before, but if you will forgive me, I will tell it again.

I do not think I said it recently, but, well, I was in a speaking tour of Europe in 2007. I speak German and I was given speeches over there, and Margi was singing. Oh, she did a wonderful job. She is a professional opera singer, art-song singer and composer.

So anyway, we were in this Frankfurt, Germany train station ……

 

….and we were about 10 seconds late for our connecting train.

The German trains just take off on the second…. So we were 10 seconds late (Margi is always late 😉 ), and of course it pulled out exactly on the second. 😉

 

I was so angry, because our Good-Ol-Boy American trains are not very punctual, and we would have made a Murrikin train.

Anyway, we suddenly had an hour before the next train to kill.

Again, it was a nice old train station. It was not bombed much in the war, thank God. It was in a beautiful Victorian (Kaiser Wilhelm) architecture…

 

And there was this café/bar in there. You could both get alcoholic drinks or have some pastry and coffee. So I went in there and sat down at one of the little round marble tables and was sipping an espresso and enjoying myself and then a nice woman came in, sort of an attractive gal. She was German, with reddish-blond hair, big blue eyes, nice figure, about maybe 50 years old, a bit like Lynn Redgrave.

I made eye contact with her (hard not to, given my incorrigible French heritage 😉  ) and she strolled right over. 😉

There were not many chairs or free tables, so she asked if she could sit at my table, and I said “sure” in German. She had to sit somewhere and she seemed like a nice lady. Why not? Maybe I would get into an interesting conversation and learn something interesting from this gal.

I think she was a little bit drawn to me, but I made it clear I was already involved with someone else. But the conversation then proceeded just fine — and took a very interesting turn.

This is what happened.

She said she had just gotten off the plane from South Africa.

Okay, of course, I know what has been happening to the white people in South Africa since the black majority takeover in 1994, mass murder — over 50,000 have been murdered. Not one word in the US media about this. There are incredible numbers of rapes, white people being burned alive and chopped up in their isolated farmhouses out in the boonies. This is genocide going on to the white people of South Africa. The country is now only 7% white. Illegal aliens from other black countries are also flooding in to really make the whites into a tiny minority in their own country that they built up. South Africa was the richest country in Africa, and today it is a shambles. It leads the world in rape, murder, and AIDs. Yes, South Africa leads the world in rape, murder, and AIDS, so it is simply going to hell. It is a hell for the poor blacks under the communist and corrupt African National Congress government – but especially for the whites.

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Anyway, so she had said she had just come back from burying her own daughter.

So, I am thinking, wow, this is something, because this woman was, like, 50 so maybe her daughter was only 30 or 25….How did her young daughter die?

She refused to say, maybe being afraid to say something politically incorrect. No idea. But she was shaken up, of course. Something about her death so young really had shaken her up.

She said then, “You know, John, just one year ago my husband died.” And she was looking at me like maybe I was a person who could say something, anything, to comfort her, having now lost her two dearest people in the whole world at around 52.

She said, “Can I tell you what happened with my husband?”

I said “sure.”

She said he was diagnosed with cancer and they said it had spread all throughout his body — and there was nothing more they could do.

He was then in the hospice system, but they urged that he go home. “If you can take care of him, he can go home with you, for his final days.”

So he went home, and she said to me, “But you know, John, the thing is, you still have to go out and buy groceries now and then! You cannot live just off air and love. 😉 ”

So, she had gone out to one of these big department stores, kind of like a Walmart-type store that they have over in Germany, too.

 

There is hardware, groceries, sofas, and TVs you can buy. It is one of these giant stores that has everything, like the Super Walmart.

She was in there, and she did a huge amount of shopping. She was preparing to head back to her husband and suddenly (now, remember, this is a complete stranger telling me this story, and she is one of the many people who have had a supernatural experience, and she felt correctly that I would not mock her)…

So here is what happened.

She had several bags in each hand.

She was standing at the checkout counter patiently in a long line to pay….

… and suddenly she feels like a searing pain, like somebody had taken a magnifying glass and focused the rays of the sun on a hot spot right between her shoulder blades.

She was like “What is this burning feeling?”

It shook her up completely. She was, like, “What is going on?”

Then it faded away a bit ….BUT the next thing was this – she felt a huge PUNCH right between her shoulder blades, as if somebody had physically socked her from behind.

She said, suddenly: “Oh my God, oh my God, it is a sign – it is my husband!”

Now she had spent a hour getting all these groceries and things, but she just put those bags down, and ran out of that store.

She raced down the block, and up into the apartment building, three flights on foot, and fishing out her key, she jammed it into the lock, and got the door open.

…And her husband had just then slumped over.

He had barely finished writing a note — saying how much he had loved her, and thanking her for the wonderful marriage they had had together…..

…and she said to me: “I ran over, and I held him, I held in my arms, and he looked at me as he… as he died… in my arms.”

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After ten seconds, she asked me

“So what do you think, John, that this was?”

And I said “I really think an angel was watching out for you.

I think the angel knew how important it would be for you – to be with your husband, and to comfort him, in the last moments of this life for him.”

She was relieved and said, “Well — that is what I think too! 🙂 ”

I said, “Yes, well, you know, lots and lots of people have had these weird experiences – but they are afraid to tell others about it because they might seem crazy, or maybe it would seem that they were inventing it.”

But this is the pernicious effect of the so-called “Enlightenment” of the late 1700s.

We no longer believe in anything supernatural. It has to be “scientific.”

“Oh, you don’t really believe in angels, do you? Do you also believe in the Devil? How about the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy?  Do you believe Jesus ever actually walked on water?”

I said to this German lady, now with neither a daughter nor a husband:

“Yes, I absolutely do believe in angels, I believe also in evil beings, I believe in heaven, I believe in hellish places, I believe in the immortality of our soul, and I do not want some fanatic materialist telling me things are not real when I have experienced supernatural things myself, and now you have too!

I mean, it is certainly not every day that you feel an invisible man burning a little hole in your back 😉 or smacking you between your shoulder blades… It feels really real — and then you saw that it got you home — to be with your husband in a beautiful way at the end.

You know what happened, and no one can take that away. It is clearly a miracle, but it is not a miracle that means there will be no death, but it means someone is there with us and watching over us — if we are basically a kind and good person.”

She was relieved, and smiled.

Our angels don’t free us from the challenges of life, but they give us comfort and strength!

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I am not used to being to being a religious leader. For me, it has to be true — and help people face the world with courage, to face life in all its ups and downs, and to gracefully accept death.

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