Angels

Angels are described in various ways across different religions—and even outside of them. Rather than trying to define what they are, I want to share a couple of personal experiences where I believe angels stepped in to help me.
One of the earliest instances of angelic intervention in my life was a car accident when I was just a baby. During a reading with a fellow psychic, she described a baby in a flimsy plastic baby seat and a woman driving when the brakes failed. In that moment, I knew she was talking about me. My mother lost control, and the car crashed, completely totaled. Yet, despite it being the early ’60s—before seat belts were common—neither of us was hurt. I had long forgotten that story, only knowing it because my mother told me. But looking back, it’s clear: my guardian angel was there, protecting me.
Just days before that reading, I had met my guardian angel for the first time during a meditation. She revealed her name to me—Honor. Wanting confirmation, I asked for a sign within 24 hours, hoping to hear or see the name in print. The next day, as I watched TV, a character said, “It’s an honor to meet you.” I smiled. Then another character said it. And then a third. They say signs come in threes, but the next show I watched had someone say “honor” again. At that point, I laughed and told Honor, “Okay, now you’re just showing off.”
That wasn’t the only time I felt angelic presence.
One summer, I was in a pool with my daughters. My youngest, Angel, just three at the time, sat on the pool stairs. She wanted to sit independently, and since she was a good listener, I allowed it. As we chatted, I suddenly realized I was moving across the pool. One moment, I was where I had been, and the next, I was lifting Angel’s small, mottled body from the water. She sputtered, coughing up water, but she was okay. I had never seen her leave the stairs, never knew she was in trouble—I hadn’t even known I was moving until I was already there. Whether it was Honor or Angel’s guardian angel, I have no doubt divine intervention played a role that day.
Years later, when Angel was twelve, I was working in my home office. She was in her room across from me, while my oldest daughter and her friend were in the living room in between. Suddenly, I felt the need to get up. At that exact moment, Angel walked out of her room, hands at her throat—she was choking. Without hesitation, I performed the Heimlich maneuver, and a ball of wax flew out of her mouth. She had been chewing on wax lips from a Halloween treat and had nearly suffocated. My eldest watched in shock, while her friend remained oblivious, watching TV.
These moments—and many others—have convinced me that angels are always watching over us. I’ve narrowly avoided car accidents, tripped but rarely fallen, and been nudged to take action at just the right moment.
Angels aren’t just religious figures—they are here for all of us. The more we invite them into our lives, the more they assist us. I call on my angels every day and know I’m safer because of it.
If you’d like to connect with your guardian angel, I’d be honored to help you through an angel reading!