Saved from a hurricane by angels
But someone – or something – was on my side Kerin Webb, 55, from Bournemouth, Dorset
Cycling along, I sang aloud to an Elvis song. It was summer 1983, I was heading for my petrol station shift.
Suddenly, it was as if invisible hands grabbed the collar of my bomber jacket, lifting me from the saddle.
Flipping through the air, I rolled into the middle of the road, cars swerving to avoid me. Utterly terrifying. Clambering to safety, I gawped at the mangled wreck of my bike.
A lorry had crushed it beneath its wheels.
Someone must have called the police because, minutes later, officers arrived.
A motorist who’d stopped explained the truck’s load of scaffolding had come loose, and swung to the left.
‘I saw the scaffolding hit you as it went past,’ he told me.
But I’d felt nothing. And, like my bike, I should have been crushed. Instead, miraculously, I was unscathed.
It was as if I’d been pulled out of the lorry’s path, then placed back down seconds later.
Being spiritual, I knew there was only one explanation. I’d been saved by my guardian angel. Grateful doesn’t come close.
Then, in October 1987, aged 26, I went with friends to a spiritual festival in Camber Sands, East Sussex.
On the final night, we had a party. Later, I made my way back to the mobile home I’d rented. But at around 5am, I was jolted awake when the caravan lurched violently. As I opened my eyes, I stared with amazement. Floating over the bed were the outlines of two pulsating winged angels. Then they disappeared. Outside, a terrible storm was raging. Rain pelted against the windows, howling winds rocked the mobile home. And a horrible foreboding hung in the air. Suddenly, I heard a voice… ‘You have to get out of the bedroom,’ it said. Adrenaline pumping, I jumped up, pulled on some clothes, then darted to the living room.
As the mobile home shook ferociously, I started to pray to the angels.
‘I’m afraid. Please protect me,’ I begged.
Then I lay down on the sofa under the window.
As I did, there was a deafening bang. The mobile home shuddered, then lurched several feet upwards.
It was as if time stood still. I saw myself suspended in the air, furniture flying around me.
Bangs echoed as the furniture smashed against the walls and floor. Cutlery shot out of drawers.
Then I was plunged into blackness as the lights went out.
A split second later, I was outside, gently floating downwards. I landed on soft, wet grass just feet away.
Frozen with fear, I watched as the caravan was thrown around, smashed to pieces by the thrashing wind.
I stared, stunned at the devastation around me.
The mobile home had bounced on my hire car, crushing it, and knocked down a wall.
I ran to the guard in the caravan park office.
‘My mobile home’s been destroyed,’ I told him over the screaming wind.
Together, we evacuated the other caravans, gathered everyone in a nearby building.
Once everyone was safe, my legs gave way with the shock
Floating over my bed were two winged angels I watched as the caravan was thrown around
of it all.
Taken to hospital, I had a cut to my ankle stitched.
Though it was a miracle I’d walked away with only a minor injury.
Travelling home by train the following day, I was horrified by the uprooted trees, boats pulled from the sea and tossed onto the shore, debris strewn on roads. That’s when it hit me. I’d been carried to safety by angels – again.
They must have lifted me through the window, placed
me down safely away from all the destruction. For the second time in four years, they’d saved my life.
As time passed, I started sensing an angel with me.
‘What’s your name?’ I asked her one day.
‘Aurora,’ a voice whispered in my head.
Turning, I spotted a pile of books in my bedroom.
I knew spirits could give signs through books, known as the library angel phenomenon. ‘Please confirm your name in a book,’ I said. Then, picking one at random, I opened it. And, there on the page was the name Aurora. What were the chances of that? It was all the proof I needed.
In 2009, I started working as a full-time psychic medium, giving readings to people all over the world. I often talk to Aurora. She is beautiful, with wings that shimmer and long dark hair. I know Aurora’s been with me since the day I was born. And I’m sure it was her who saved me those two times. I owe the angels my life. I’m so blessed to have protection from above come rain, shine… or hurricanes!