All of a sudden, I heard my brother’s voice in my head—a child’s voice. He had died of meningitis when he was six years old and I was only four but I had very clear memories of him. That morning in the unit I hadn’t been thinking about him at all, but suddenly there he was in my head, and he was saying the words ‘Electrics’ and ‘Careful’. I got the spookiest feeling and my skin felt sensitised, as if something was brushing against it. Somehow I just knew I had to take this seriously.
I found the assistant director and asked him if he could please check all the electrics for me.
‘It’s all checked,’ he said cheerfully. ‘It’s OK. It’s fine.’
‘I don’t want to be a pain in the ass,’ I said, ‘but please could you check again? I just have a strong feeling something is wrong with the electrics.’
I didn’t tell them about my brother because I didn’t want to get a reputation as a complete lunatic. As it was, I was taking a risk by making them recheck everything because time is money on a film set and there are always other actors out there who are hungry for your job. The assistant director called over the stunt co-ordinator and he agreed that he would have another look through everything for me.
‘Oh my God!’ Suddenly a shout went up from the top of the building I was supposed to be jumping off.
‘What is it?’ The stunt co-ordinator ran up to find out, with me following close behind.
‘A lamp has fallen over onto the safety wire. It can’t have been sandbagged properly.’ Everyone looked at each other, ashen-faced, then turned to me.
‘What would have happened if it hadn’t been spotted?’ I asked, trying to keep my voice from shaking.
‘The safety wire wouldn’t have worked when you jumped, and on top of that you ran a risk of being electrocuted.’
I would have died, in other words.
Kurt came to ask me to explain to him how his brother, who died at the age of six, could have known about safety trip wires. I told him that once he died, his brother was not a child any more but a pure soul. He could see where things were going to go wrong and he saved Kurt, because he was meant to be saved at that point. Since then, his brother has been in contact with him several times during readings, and Kurt follows his advice on all kinds of matters. Well, you would after such a narrow escape, wouldn’t you?
After an Accident
I heard from a friend about another incident when a child was the angel who came back to save a life. A taxi driver called Harry had lost his little girl to a rare childhood cancer when she was only seven years old. Three years later, Harry’s taxi was in a multiple pile-up on a motorway.
I saw there had been an accident up ahead and I pushed my foot to the floor and just managed to stop before I hit the cars involved. But no sooner had I come to a standstill than there was a huge jolt as I was shunted from behind and forced into the front two cars, and then the world went black.
Suddenly a face appeared in the blackness, and when I focused I realised it was my daughter Jasmine. She looked beautiful, her blonde hair gleaming and a lovely smile on her face. She was talking to me but it took me a while to make out the words.
‘Daddy, it’s not your time to die. Call for help.’
I couldn’t make sense of it at first so she repeated the words. It was then I remembered about the accident. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps I should call for help. But what I really wanted was to stay there with her.
‘Call for help, Daddy,’ she urged again, and this time I obeyed.
My voice sounded very weak and pathetic when I first tried, so I called again, and suddenly I heard voices breaking through the blackness.
‘I think this one here’s alive,’ a voice said. ‘I’m sure I heard him trying to speak.’
Then I heard another voice. ‘There’s a pulse. It’s very weak but it’s there. Can you hear me, sir?’
I wanted to say yes but I didn’t have the strength. I stayed vaguely aware of what was going on as they used cutting equipment to free me from the wreck of my cab then transferred me onto a stretcher and took me to hospital. I didn’t want to regain full consciousness because while I remained in my semi-conscious state I could feel my daughter was still there, comforting me.
When I came round fully, I was told that the ambulancemen had originally written me off as dead. They wouldn’t have tried to resuscitate me if they hadn’t heard a faint noise coming from my lips. My daughter Jasmine saved my life that day by urging me to call out.
I spoke to Harry on the phone after I heard this story and explained to him that Jasmine is with him all the time, not just when he’s in danger. She’s beside him when he’s driving his cab, at home watching TV and even when he’s asleep. Just because he can’t see her doesn’t mean she’s not there, and he can speak to her any time he likes. Then, when it is his time to die, she will be there waiting for him, ready to take him over to the other side.
It Wasn’t Her Time
Nurses deal with death all the time and they tend to be very sensitive to the whole process. When they walk onto the ward in the morning, they can often sense which patients are going to die that day. If they’re not too busy, they can judge when to call the relatives to come and say goodbye, and, if there’s no time for that, they will sit with a dying patient themselves, holding their hand as they take their last breaths and slip peacefully away. Most nurses tend to be spiritual people with heightened awareness that helps them to notice messages from the other side. Here’s one nurse’s story of an angel intervention that really affected her.
I’d settled all the patients down for the night and was about to go and have a coffee in the nurses’ station when I saw a man standing in the ward. I turned to go and have a word with him but when I got there I couldn’t see him any more. The light was dim so I thought nothing more of it and went for my coffee.
Half an hour later, I saw the same man standing by the bed of one of my patients, down at the end of the ward. I walked along there and as I got closer I realised that he must be a spirit because his features were fuzzy and there was a kind of glow around him. His face looked beautiful as he gazed down at the elderly woman in the bed.
‘Is she your wife?’ I asked him.
‘She is my beloved,’ he replied, and I was struck by the old-fashioned phrase.
I looked at the lady in the bed and realised she was barely breathing. I pressed the call button and a colleague came hurrying up and together we worked hard to resuscitate her. By the time the doctor on call got there, she had a regular heartbeat again and he said that we had almost certainly saved her life.
When I discussed it with my colleague later, we agreed that the woman’s ‘beloved’ had made himself visible so that we would react. He had saved her life, not us. I found it very comforting because I had lost my mother at the age of fourteen and I’ve always had a feeling that she protects me but this was the proof I needed.
If you have a feeling that a loved one is protecting you and acting as your guardian angel, then it is true. Which relatives or friends do you believe are watching over you in spirit? I expect you have a very clear idea because they will have let you know by giving you a ‘feeling’ about it. These ‘feelings’ are your loved one’s way of letting you know that they’re there. Just as they can put words into your head, so they can put ‘feelings’ and