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Have you ever seen an angel? Many people have. Perhaps you, too, have seen an angel and didn't know it. In this book, you'll meet people from all walks of life who have one thing in common: They have had an angel vision.
An angel vision is an experience of seeing the Divine, or that which is usually considered invisible. There is a diverse array of angel visions. Some people actually see Renaissance-type angels, complete with wings, with their eyes open. Other people experience their angels as an interaction with an apparition of a deceased loved one. For others, the angel vision comes during a dream, yet the dream is profound, extra- vivid, and often prophetic. Still others have interactions with Jesus, Mary, a saint, or an avatar. Angel visions also involve pivotal meetings with helpful strangers, who either intervene or deliver an important message . . . and then vanish without a trace. And some people's angel visions occur when they see signs from above, including unexplained lights, sparkles, and colors.

Angel On The Highway
by Perry Koob

It was 1966, and I was 18, living in Los Angeles. I was out of school, as I had been kicked out for fighting the year before. I was pumping gas for work and had very few prospects. When my stepfather asked me to help my mother run a small farm in Missouri, I said I didn't have anything else to do, so sure, I would do it.I gave notice, and two weeks later, I set out on a trip halfway across the USA, driving a Corvair that my stepfather had bought me for the trip. It was equipped with a one-wheel trailer loaded with some things I was to take back to my mother.There wasn't a 55-mile-per-hour limit, and I was taking full advantage of that fact. I was doing 80 to 90. When I would put my foot on the brakes, the stop lights would make the tarp [that covered the trailer] glow red. I was going down a very steep grade and had to keep my foot on the brakes. I looked in the rearview mirror, and I saw what seemed to be a woman sitting there on the trailer, smiling at me. I looked back to the road quickly. I then rolled down the window, thinking that the cold wind on my face would snap me back to my senses.

I looked back in the mirror, put my foot on the brakes again, and there she was. I could see her clearly in the tail lights, although the light was red. She was dressed in a long flowing gown, and her head was covered with a shawl. She was still smiling at me, and then she waved. I thought to myself, Perry, you've finally gone off the deep end for sure now.

I gathered as much of my courage as I could and pulled off to the side of the road just as it began a sharp curve. I put my head on the wheel, gritted my teeth, and got out of the car. As soon as my feet hit the ground, I fell down. It turned out that the road was all one big patch of ice! I got up, hanging onto the side of the car, and walked or slid my way back to the trailer. I lifted the tarp under the trailer, but there was nobody there. This shook me up, to say the least.
Just then, the moon, which had been behind some clouds, broke through and shone down on the desert below. The moonlight allowed me to see about ten crosses all in a neat row, marking the places where people had gone off the road and been killed. To this day, I look for that beautiful lady. I used to feel her beside me, but I no longer do, and I miss her being there.

Out of Harm's Way
by Anonymous

When I was five or six years old, I was awakened from my sleep to see a young man in a red choir robe with a red prayer book floating in my room. I screamed for my mother and father. The young man (I believe him to be my guardian angel) proceeded into my closet, and I ran down the hall to my mom and dad's room, where I stayed for the rest of the night.

Many years later, my mother and I were discussing the tear in the screen of my window that my brother and I used to climb in and out of. I told my mother that I always wondered how that got there. I knew my brother and I did not tear the screen. She said that someone tried to break into our house through that window the night that I saw my guardian angel. She didn't want to tell me because she didn't want me to be afraid to sleep in my room. Now I know that my angel protected me from harm that night.

Illumination
by Lisa Crofts

On December 8, 1994, at 7:50 p.m., I was on my way to see a friend whom I had not seen in years. I was 23 years old. Just a week before, I had bought a beautiful bumper sticker that I had not yet put on my car, which read: "CAUTION: Never drive faster than your angels can fly!" Those words stood out in my mind so much that I was only going five miles over the 50 miles per hour speed limit.

Just as I approached the crest of a hill, a dark vehicle passed me going the opposite way. When I looked back in front of me, I saw a huge cloud of dirt. I then saw what I will never forget in my entire life! A car was coming at me broadside. I thought, Oh my God, I'm going to die!At the moment just before impact, the other car became illuminated in a glorious white light, and I had a moment of clarity. I knew I would not die, but that the person in the other car would, and that I was going to be in a great deal of pain. The other car exploded on impact. My impact was hard, and fortunately I was wearing my seatbelt and had an airbag.

With flaming debris flying everywhere, I crawled out of my car's passenger side. I saw people burning in the other car. I had to help them! I took only a few steps when my legs gave out. I learned later that I had a broken ankle.I watched helplessly as other passersby tried in vain to save the young man's life, but he burned to death there on the side of the road. He was only 24. It was later learned that he had been passing many cars, and when he tried to pass the last one, a race started because the dark vehicle got that "You can't pass me" attitude. That's where I came in, and my life changed forever.

It took me a while to understand the vision of the white light until I talked with the woman who had sold me the bumper sticker. She said that the white light was my angel helping me get through the trauma. What an amazing thought for me to comprehend. Not that I don't believe in angels, but nothing like that had ever happened to me! I know now that my vision helped me more than I can ever understand, and I will be forever grateful for my angels' help.

Everything will Be Okay
by Dorothy Durand

My mother, Marjorie, told me a story about an incident that occurred to her when I was an infant.
Tragedy weighed heavily upon her. At age 22, she had lost her brother, her mother, and my father (who died at 31), and I was gravely ill. The doctors had a new therapy that had never been tried on infants. They gave me a 50/50 chance of success if she consented to the treatment. If she declined, I would surely die.
So, my mother signed the consent form, walked out of the hospital, and went straight to the harbor where she planned to drown herself. Everyone she had ever loved had been taken away from her. She believed I would die and that she had nothing to live for.
As she stood staring into the murky water, a black man who appeared to be a dock worker, stood next to her. At first she was afraid because he was such a big man. It was a rough neighborhood, and women just didn't frequent it for fear of bodily injury. But then she thought, It doesn't matter.

He said, "Killing yourself is not the answer. Everything is going to be okay." My mother looked away from him for a few seconds and looked down into the water again. When she looked up, the man was gone. She scanned the area, but he had simply disappeared into thin air.

Everything did turn out okay, as I obviously lived. My mother had a special affinity with the angels from that time to the day they took her home . . . on May 18, 1999.

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Excerpted from the new book Angel Visions: True Stories of People Who Have Seen Angels, and How YOU Can See Angels, Too! by Doreen Virtue, Ph.D. It is published by Hay House and is available at all bookstores or via the website at www.hayhouse.com.

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