Angels In Busby!!!

Published June 29, 2012 by Robyn
Soft Eyes

Soft Eyes (Photo credit: Thomas Hawk)

When I was a little girl, maybe 8 or 9 years old, I was woken one night by the sound of some amazing music, the likes of which I have never heard before or since. It was multitonal, pure and strong and filled the whole room. There were shimmers of gold and silver in the air. It was as if the music had a physical presence of its own.

And then “she” just seemed to melt through the corner of the wall and glided across to the end of my bed. She looked perhaps only a couple of years older than me, with a chestnut bob and soft eyes-and a magnificent set of wings. I realised it had been her making the music herself. She stayed with me for quite awhile but only actually said a few words to me, the meaning of which I’ve pondered often, but has only very, very recently become clear to me.

I suppose I can’t really say what she was. As a little girl, my brain shaped her as an angel but who knows? What I do know is she was definitely there to help me and did, both back then and now when I finally realise what she meant.

And after all these years I want to say “Thank you my Angel. I have never forgotten you and I never will”.

Has anyone else had any similar experiences? What did you make of them?

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