Did I die?

snow lights

My car stopped at a precarious angle. I daren’t move! Had I slid towards the canal? I couldn’t tell. All I could see from the driver’s side window was snow, deep thick snow. The   passenger side widow looked up towards the sky, soon to be covered with thick snowflakes. My only escape was through that window, but if I moved my car would surely slide into the cold water that could be inches away. My engine had stalled and bitter cold seeped into the car, freezing my breath as it hung in the air.

Movement, the car shuddered. I braced myself for action. Not sure what I’d have to do to fight for my life, but I was ready!

What happened next defied gravity. The car move slowly and gently, but not down the hill as it should, instead it glided up towards the road again, almost floating! I sat still as it leveled out, waiting for someone from a tow truck to come and tap on my window, but no one appeared. Putting my hand on the door handle, I made to get out and thank whoever had saved me, but before I had chance the car moved forward. How could that be?

Straining my eyes I saw a light ahead, muffled by the snow, but still a warm glow. For a split second it brought me comfort, and then I worried what it was.

Did I die?

The Guardian Angel on the A2 in Kent

The A2 in Kent is a very busy road in the rush hour. My husband travelled that road five days a week from Chatham to his job at the Bank of England in London.

In the Winter he commuted by train, but in the Summer, he loved to ride his motorcycle to work.

England is a rainy place, even in the summer, but he always wore a waterproof, and usually came home quite dry. I used to laugh at him and say he looked like Darth Vader in his black motorcycle suit, black boots and black helmet, but I am very glad he wore it.

He came home one night and took me into the kitchen so he could talk to me out of earshot of our young daughter, he didn’t want to alarm her.

What he told me was horrifying.

He had been riding home in the rain when a careless driver hit his bike and knocked him off. As he hit the road he looked at the three lanes of traffic, all of which were travelling towards him at sixty miles an hour or faster and realized he could die.

To make matters worse, this ridiculous driver didn’t even stop. I have no idea how my husband survived, but he did, and lives to tell the tale. Luckily for him another driver witnessed what happened and got the number of the van that was involved, so the driver (who was driving on a suspended license) did get caught. I would have loved to get my hands on that man.  How could you knock someone off a motorcycle in the rain and leave them for dead? There are some strange people in this world.

A2 in Kent

The fact that my husband survived is nothing short of  a miracle. The thought of how this could have ended terrifies me.

This is yet another example of his Guardian Angel watching over him. Is it his mother? Who knows, I just know we are all very grateful he survived.



I have a theory about this Guardian Angel, which I will share with you later.

Share your Guardian Angel Stories with me if you have any.


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Orbs? Midwayers? and Guardian Angels again!

I touched on this subject a few months ago when a whole series of electrical problems occurred in my home. They all occurred within minutes of each other, and for no apparent reason.

It seemed more than a coincidence so I did a little research and discovered that some celestial beings try to get your attention by playing with electricity. Their electrical games are familiar to me. As long as I can remember I have had issues with electricity. I have had more electric shocks than I care to think about.  I have lost count of the number of light bulbs I have blown, more than average for sure.

Watches would stop as soon as they were fastened on my wrist. Could this have been the work of celestial beings or Midwayers trying to attract my attention. I know someone has been watching over me for years. The more research I do, the more fascinated I become with these Celestial Beings. The results I get are varied, but more often than not, I find images of angels! I know I have at least one Guardian Angel. I would not have survived without one. Believe me, my life has been ‘interesting’ to say the least.




As I become more and more interested in this subject, ‘Orbs’ also creep in to my research and I start looking for them in photos I take. I don’t always find them, but sometimes they are there. Do you see what I see in the photo below?


Just above the mountains and slightly to the right of center, there is a black orb surrounded by a white light. My camera was clean, there was no reason for this ‘blob’ to be there. It was not on the photo taken immediately after this.

Curious yet?

I know I have a Guardian Angel and I have stories to prove it. This Guardian takes care of my husband too, and my daughter.

Check in with me in a couple of days and I will share some ‘Guardian Angel’ incidents with you.

Check out my short stories, which are based on things that have happened to me.

My first novel ‘Dead of July’ will be released in the Spring. It’s a paranormal thriller about the adventures of a Military wife living in Germany in 1982. 

A Christmas Tale – My Guardian Angel

As a little girl I loved traveling on trains.

The building to the left is ‘Bank Top Station’.  I knew this place well as a child.

The train from ‘Bank Top Station’ took us to the local seaside, which was also where my brother lived.

At Christmas my mother would take me to the train station for another reason. She took me there because between the two main platforms, there would be a huge Christmas tree. Under the tree were lots of slightly used, unwrapped Christmas gifts. The gifts were donated by kind travelers, and given to the poor. Every year we took the bus, which was almost an hour’s ride from our village, and walked up the hill to the Station to leave our gifts. My mother sometimes shed a tear and said a prayer as we laid our gifts under the tree. We were poor too, but said there was always someone worse off that we were.

It was a cold drizzly day in December of 1964. My mother and I had climbed the long exhausting hill to leave our Christmas donation. My mother looked tired, she had worked hard all day helping prepare for a huge Christmas Party at the manor house in which she worked, and really didn’t have time for this trip. She made time though, because there were people worse off than us.

As we approached the huge tree I felt something touch my hand and looked down. Beside me was a little girl. She had long blonde hair tied back with a pink ribbon. I had seen her before, in Blackpool. The little girl was smiling at me. She looked like an angel.

I smiled at the little girl beside me and was glad she was there. I knew my mother couldn’t see her, no one could see her but me. She often visited me, but usually before something happened. I knew nothing bad was going to happen today, she was there to take care of me.

As we lay our gifts under the tree, my mother stumbled, she fell hard onto her knee. I went to help her. “I’m OK honey” she said. “Just being clumsy”

My mother looked exhausted and I was worried. We had to get the bus home soon because she had to go back to work. I didn’t think she was going to make it.

My little angel girl was sitting on the ground looking up at my mother, her big blue eyes full of concern. She kissed my mother’s forehead and then disappeared under the tree.

My mother got to her feet and helped me place the books under the tree. She had no gloves and stuffed her hands into her coat pocket to keep them warm. I saw a puzzled expression on her face as she pulled her hand out of her pocket. She was holding a ten pound note. That was a lot of money. The expression on her face was comical. “Where did that come from?” she said.

I knew where it came from and looked under the tree to see my little blonde friend rummaging through the toys and books, she turned and smiled at me. My mother couldn’t see her.

“Lets go and get a bite to eat” my mother said. I knew she hadn’t eaten all day. We went into the little cafe in ‘Bank Top Station’ and shared some fish and chips. They were delicious. We were about to leave when a man shouted over to my mother. It was Michael, Mrs Hodges son. Mrs. Hodges was the lady my mother worked for. “Are you going back home now? Would you like a ride?”

It was a miracle. We rode home in a fancy Rover with Michael, and his sister Judy. Judy had caught the train from her ‘Boarding School’ in Scarborough.

We arrived home much earlier than we would have and as Michael’s car crunched its way over the gravel outside his house, Mrs Hodges came out, all smiles to see her daughter Judy, home for the Christmas. My mother and I got out of the car and were about to go home when Mrs. Hodges beckoned us.

“Everything is ready for the party now, no more work to do. Go home and put on your party clothes and join us. Lets celebrate Christmas”

I looked up a my mother, hoping she would say yes. I wanted to go to a party in the big house. There would be lots of lovely Christmas treats, and ladies in fancy dresses. My mum looked down at my face and smiled.

“We would love to come, thank you very much”

She looked at me and said “I think your Guardian Angel visited again today didn’t she”

I looked into her eyes and smiled. I wasn’t sure if my mother was playing with me, or if she really saw her. It was a good day and it was going to be a good Christmas. My Guardian Angel took care of me.

Midwayers or Guardian Angels?

Below is a link to a blog I posted a month or so ago my little electrical disaster. Three electrical appliances broke (two of them destroyed) within a few minutes of each other. You can read the blog if you wish.


The reason I am talking about this is because for some reason, no clue how I got there, I started reading about Midwayers. Ever heard of them? If not read the paragraph below. If you need to know more about them Google Midwayers.

Midwayers are present on most material planets, being related to the mortals on that planet, but immortal and invisible to the mortal creatures. They are dedicated to the service of their mortal cousins until the planet attains an enlightened status, after which they are released to continue on to other realms.

Some believe the Midwayers are responsible for these

Since I was very young I have been sensitive to many things I can’t explain. Nothing scary, I just ‘feel’ something.  I have felt protected in many situations. On the rare occasions I have had readings, I have always been told there are many angels looking out for me. I do feel that way sometimes, and as I recall more situations, I will reveal them to you. Why did I bring up the electrical mishap blog?

In one article I read, it said that in an effort to attract your attention, the Midwayers will play with anything electrical.

I have had issues with electrical appliances my whole life. Around a year ago I had a similar issue, where three electrical appliances all failed at the same time. Watches have a problem with me too, and often stop as soon as I put them on.

I am going to research the Midwayers a little more, if indeed they do exist, it will explain many previously unexplainable events throughout my life.

You will be hearing more from me on this subject. My research has JUST begun. I would love to know if anyone out there has had any experiences with these beings!

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