This was our designated signal that it was time to return to the main house as playtime was now over.
After the bell had sounded its message, we all scrambled down the tree and started a race back to the house.
I got the bright idea to slip through the cornfield as a shortcut to get there before my friends. What a stupid mistake that turned out to be!
Fifteen minutes after zip sagging in and out of the tall maze of corn I realized that I was totally lost.
It frightened me to be lost in this big field and all kinds of scary things entered my head. “Was I going to be here all night alone? Were any wild animals going to attack me?” The dialogue in my head never ceased to end.
Finally I gave in and sat down in one of the rows and cried. I sat there weeping till there were no more tears left to fall. After the crying subsided, I tried to sort out what to do.
As far back that I could remember, my grandmother had repeatedly told me bedtime stories about Guardian Angels. She explained to me that everyone has their own special Angel to watch over them and that all you had to do is ask if you were in need of their assistance. I could not think of a better time than at the present moment to call upon her for help.
A white bird kept circling above me making squawking noises as it tried to get my attention, but I dismissed it and told him to leave me alone as I needed quiet time to call on my Guardian Angel.
Surprisingly enough, it did as it was told and the noisy beautiful species vanished for a while.
No sooner did I pray for the support of my Spirit Guide then help arrived. The solution came in the form of intuition; a gentle nudging, a whispering inside my head urging me to heed the silent words that I thought I had heard and that was to follow the row I was sitting in and keep walking in a straight line - and only a straight line - till I came to an opening in the field.
During my trek to get out of my temporary confinement the bird showed up again. I looked up at him and repeated, “Leave me alone.” I didn’t want to be rude but I had to concentrate on the task at hand till I was freed from this entrapment.
The bird once again disappeared.
It took me about another ten minutes before I got to the end of the row and the instant I saw a gap in the tall stalks, I got my confidence back and ran towards the opening.
As I exited the field I saw a stretch of familiar ground a few feet ahead of me. It was the road which my grandfather had traveled down to get to the farm.
Now I was faced with another dilemma. I had to decide whether to walk down the road to the right or take the route to the left. I didn’t have to make that decision because as I glanced to the right, I spotted the sight of my grandfather’s car slowly driving down the road towards me. He was looking out the open window looking in the direction of the field hoping he would catch a glimpse of his lost charge. I could see a huge sigh of relief wash over his face the minute he spotted me running towards him.
After driving back to the farmhouse and letting the family know that I had been found safe and sound, Grandfather Tom drove me home. I couldn’t wait to tell my Nana about the strange day that I had endured.
Even though I was seven years old, she cradled me in her arms as I told her the story putting special emphasis on the part about the annoying bird visitor.
When I had finished relaying the events of the day she pointed out something that I had never thought of during those troubled moments of insecurity.
“Perhaps that bird had a reason to be there. Do you think that maybe he was sent by your Guardian Angel?” She asked me.
“What?” I asked her trying to understand the meaning of her words. My Nana then went on to explain, “Your Angelic Helpers have the ability to send help in many different ways; one of them could be through the appearance of birds.”
She paused, looked at me lovingly then continued, “I suspect that white bird was a dove that was probably trying to get you to notice him. Perhaps you should have paid attention to his calling as he might have been the guide that was sent to lead you out of that field.”
After giving her words some careful thought I came to the conclusion that she was right and this was possibly the reason it had shown up twice.
From that day forward I promised myself to become more aware of the many different ways that my Spiritual Messenger might send her love and support. It would turn out to be a magical journey.
Incident at Heart Lake
The incident happened at a little place called Heart Lake in the northern part of Brampton, Ontario.
At that time my dad was a member of the Lions Club, a charitable society whose members are made up of volunteers who help serve the needs of the people in their community.
Every year the club would host an annual family picnic and on this particular glorious summer day they had chosen a little place called Heart Lake.
I didn’t know on that warm Saturday in July that I would be the one who was going to require some assistance and it wouldn’t come from my father or a Lion’s Club member, but through an intervention of a different nature.
All the kids who could swim that day were out in the lake on a raft. We had been lying in the hot sun most of the afternoon and had decided to take a dip to cool off.
The minute I jumped into the water I knew that it was a mistake. One of my new friends misjudged the distance between us and jumped into the lake on top of me. I was forced downward from the impact and knew instantly that there was not going to be enough air left in me to get back to the surface.
When I finally reached the bottom, I dug my feet into the silt and thrust myself upwards. I opened my eyes in the murky water to see how far I had to go. It was a long way up and my lungs were already bursting from the lack of air. I couldn’t hold my breath any longer and knew this was the end for me.
It was at that moment in time when I was engulfed by a strange glow. It lit up the water around me.
At once I felt protected and safe. I thought that if this was what it was like to die then it wouldn’t be so bad, so I took a deep breath and prepared to meet my Maker.
Surprisingly enough I did not gulp down muddy lake water but inhaled pure fresh air. It was enough life giving essence to take me to the top!
After reaching the surface I quickly swam to shore. Dragging myself out of the water I turned to look back over my shoulder.
In a dazed state I sat there by the shoreline reflecting on the miracle that had just taken place. I asked myself the questions, “What was that strange Light that had surrounded me and most importantly, where did that air come from?”
I came to the realization that there was only one explanation for this strange phenomenon and that was once again my Guardian Angel had intervened on my behalf, only this time, she had safely wrapped me up in her Divine cloak of protection.
Ice Storm
It was during the year of the ice storm…
Outside the house the wind whistled angrily throughout the night. Ice pellets pounded against the windows threatening to break the fragile glass.
Because of all the noise from the angry weather I barely slept a wink all night.
When morning finally arrived the worst was over and a frigid stillness settled in. I reluctantly dragged my tired form out of bed and got dressed for work.
“This was silly!” I said to myself. “Why hadn’t my boss called to tell me to stay home? Did