My life with angels
According to S&D’s angel expert Chrissie Astell, our winged protectors come in many guises, even if we can't always see them
When my husband, Brian, came along to one of my angel retreats in Crete for the first time, he had far more of an angelic experience than he’d bargained for.
Well, I say he came to my retreat… what he actually did was sit soaking up the sun on the beach all day while I was teaching, then meet up with me later once I’d finished for the day.
That Thursday – I remember the specific day because it’s associated with Raphael, who I see as the Water Angel, which turned out to be very apt – I went to the beach to catch up with Brian after the workshop.
When I got there, I couldn’t see him, but spotted his towel and book on a sun bed. Assuming he’d gone for a swim, I strolled off to the beach tavern to meet some of my angel workshop group.
As we sat chatting, I spotted Brian swimming back to shore. He seemed a bit far out, although I wasn’t worried, he's a good swimmer.
‘Here he comes. I’d better get the ice creams in and go and meet him,’ I told the girls.
‘Am I glad to see you,’ said Brian, walking up the beach towards me. ‘I’ve just had a fright.’
Swept out to sea
He told me that he’d been floating around in the lovely clear, warm water, totally zoned out and enjoying the waves supporting his body.
‘But what I hadn’t noticed was that the wind had changed, bringing with it a strong undercurrent,’ he added.
When Brian had come back from his day dream and opened his eyes he realised he was a very, very long way from the beach.
At first, he wasn’t fazed, and figured he’d be back to shore in no time. But, strong swimmer that he was, Brian battled in vain to get back to dry land. That sea might have looked calm and inviting on the surface but the current beneath was ferocious.
He decided to stop fighting the current, and let it carry him towards the rocks in the bay, where he could clamber up onto them. This was all well and good, until he got nearer to the rocks and noticed just how jagged they actually were up close.
‘I thought I was going to be cut to ribbons,’ he told me, his face white as he relived his terrifying time in the sea.
A winged rescuer
‘That’s when I saw the canoe, it just came paddling round the bay, and headed straight towards me, thank goodness,’ he sighed.
The canoe was too small for Brian to get on board, but he followed behind as the canoeist led him back to the beach.
The regular splash of the canoe paddle in the water kept Brian’s focus and confidence, sort of like a diving buddy.
‘I didn’t get a look at the canoeist’s face, but that didn’t matter, as long as he was paddling close by, I could keep calm and know I’d get back to shore. He led me all the way back, and stayed there until I was walking out of the sea,’ added Brian, his voice full of gratitude and relief. But I was puzzled. I’d watched my husband swim into view, and all the way back to shore, and I was certain of one thing – I definitely hadn’t seen a canoe.
There was only one possible explanation. Raphael, the angel of the water, had come to Brian’s rescue.
These angels certainly appear to us in some interesting shapes and sizes!
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Our angelic protectors can appear to us in many guises