Stories of Guardian Angels Delicacy in an Angel's Voice and Touch
Stories of Guardian Angels Delicacy in an Angel’s Voice and Touch
Hallo Sara, I have just finished reading the witnessed on your Site and I have decided to tell you about an experience of mine I had many years ago when I was a little girl (twelve-thirteen) to know what you think about it; the people I told it to have kidded me, saying it’s only imagination and I‘d like to know what you think about it.
I was living in a flat with my parents, school had ended a few days before, my father was at work and my mother was out shopping; it was rather early in the morning 9:30, I used to love sleeping till late on my summer holidays.
I was sleeping in my room, when suddenly something wakes me up, it was as if someone had sat on the edge of my bed, I really felt the mattress go down as if there was some sort of weight next to me. I woke up, but I didn’t open my eyes, at first I thought I had imagined it, I turn over in my bed onto my stomach; but I was awake. After a bit I heard a voice, it seemed as if it came from somewhere near me; a light-hearted laughter and it said some words that I can’t remember clearly it was something like “Come on, get up”, the sound was sweet, I couldn’t’ recognize the voice, neither if it was male or female, surely nobody I knew. At first I didn’t know what to do, but I must admit, I wasn’t scared.
Then I felt the mattress rise as if the weight on it had disappeared and I heard another laughter, this time it was fainter, as if it were going away.
I thought it could have been my cousin, some year younger than me, who often came to my house to play and it was him who had called me, so I got up mumbling as if he were there, but when I got to the sitting room I realized that there was nobody, I went around the house and I was alone, the door was closed (my mother had gone out a long time before around about eight o’clock shopping), I was surprised a bit, I think about that voice and of how I could have heard it; the TV and the radio were off.
On the kitchen table I found something I was fond of and if I hadn’t got up my mother would have given it to my next-door-neighbour as if it were old paper.
I don’t know who’s voice it was. I have never heard it again.
But sometimes I still wonder who’s it was, because those feelings were too strong and true to be only imagination.
Title Stories of Guardian Angels Delicacy in an Angel’s Voice and Touch
Choose English version in www.leparoledegliangeli.com (the words of the Angels)