June 9, 2025 • 48 mins
In this heartfelt and awe-inspiring episode of Spirit Speakeasy, I’m sharing my own childhood experience of being rescued by what I now believe was an angel in human form—plus four other real-life stories that will open your heart and expand your view of what's possible.
🤍Whether you believe in angels, spirit guides, or divine interventions through human vessels, these stories remind us that we are never truly alone.
✨ In this episode, you’ll hear:
• My personal story of being rescued in a snowstorm at age 7
• A hospital nurse’s unforgettable second encounter with the same angel
• A soulful train conversation with “Angelo Fortunato”—the “lucky angel”
• A mysterious voice that saved a child’s life at a backyard party
• And a quiet, unexplained nudge that prevented a house fire
🤍 If you’ve ever wondered whether angels walk among us—or if you’ve had a moment you still can’t explain—this episode will speak to something deep within you.
🤍These aren’t just miracle stories—they’re soul stories. Quiet reminders that love, help, and grace can appear when we need them most.
Show notes:
Story: The angel in the hospital (share via Guideposts)
https://guideposts.org/angels-and-miracles/angels/the-angel-in-the-hospital/
Story: Angel on the Train (via personal account)
https://mihaelaida.com/2017/10/02/the-angel-from-the-train/?utm_source=chatgpt.com
Story: Angel in the Blinds
https://www.catholicexorcism.org/angel-stories?utm_source=chatgpt.com
Story: A Voice That Saved a Child
https://jenelizabethsjournals.com/2025/02/21/true-angel-story-a-voice-that-saved-a-child/
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Joy, hey, beautiful soul, welcome to spirit
speakeasy. I'm Joy Giovanni,joyful medium. I'm a working
psychic medium, energy healerand spiritual gifts mentor. This
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time. So come behind the velvetropes with me and see inside my
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world as I chat insider stylewith profoundly gifted souls, we
go deep, share juicy stories,laugh a lot, and it wouldn't be
a speakeasy without greatinsider secrets and tips. You
might even learn that you havesome gifts of your own so step
inside the spirit speakeasy.
Hey, beautiful soul. Welcomeback, or welcome in for another
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episode of spirit speakeasy.
Today's episode, we are gonna besharing real angel stories,
Earth Angels, divine nudges andmysterious helpers. If you've
been here in the pod squad forany length of time. One, I'm so
grateful to have you. And two,you would probably know by now
that I have an affinity forangels. I believe in angels.
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I've had several different typesof Angel experiences from the
time I was very young and justlots of different, yeah,
different experiences, and havelearned different ways to work
with that angelic energy. ButAngel energy is one of the first
things that I really rememberstarting to experience, and in
just a minute, I'm going tostart this episode by sharing a
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very personal Earth Angelexperience, my own real angel
story. I haven't shared thisstory publicly before, and
honestly now that I'm thinkingof it, probably very few people
in my life even know about thisstory. Let me ask you this, have
you ever had someone show up atjust the right time, almost like
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they were sent to help you inthat moment? Or maybe you've
heard stories of things like afigure that dragged someone from
a car when it was burning andthen disappeared as help
arrives, never to be seen againby anyone. Have you heard these
kind of stories? Maybe you'veheard of the concept of Earth
Angels. This is the idea thatsomeone, sometimes divine beings
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take on human form, to guide, toprotect, or to help us in
moments of need, or perhapsyou've experienced what felt
like divine intervention througha person like a random person,
just someone who showed up rightat the right moment with the
exact words or gesture, gesturesor presence that changed
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everything for you in thatmoment, or maybe even you've
heard stories through someoneelse. You know, these experience
often come through what I liketo call human vessels, right? So
often it's people, real worldpeople, being influenced. But
the truth is, we don't know, andI can't possibly know all the
details. Perhaps once in awhile, angels do take actual
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human form, or can showthemselves in human form to
intervene when necessary, butoften they do encourage or
influence human vessels,ordinary people who seem to be
momentarily moved or nudged oreven used by spirit to deliver
something sacred. It could be amessage, a lifeline, a reminder
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that we're never truly alonebefore. I share my story. I want
to gently invite you to kind ofpause as we're talking and
reflect for a moment. I'm goingto share my story, and I'm also
going to share a few otherstories, just because I think
this is a really special topic,but as you're reflecting, just
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think about, have you ever hadan experience where someone
appeared in your life at justthe right time? Maybe it was a
stranger who helped you when youwere stuck. Maybe it was someone
who said exactly what your heartneeded to hear without even
knowing that you werestruggling. Or perhaps it was a
moment that didn't seemmiraculous at the time, but
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looking back, you realize therewas something more, something
greater than us at work,something beyond coincidence.
Let's say it that way. These arewhat I like to call Angel
moments, those brief butpowerful encounters that leave a
lasting imprint on your soul,moments when it feels like the
universe, God, Great Spirit,whatever language you use, sent
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someone right in that moment.
Maybe they looked just like anyother ordinary person. Maybe
they disappeared as quickly asthey arrived. But something
about that moment changed you orchanged your course, and as I
share my own story, I invite youto keep those moments in mind,
or let yourself be reminded ofthose moments through the
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stories I'm going to sharetoday. Let this be a
remembering, a soft uncoveringof the ways you may have.
Already been held or helped orguided, perhaps even without
really realizing it at the time.
So let me start by sayingagain, I haven't shared this
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story publicly before, andprobably very few people in my
life know about this story. Thisis my own angel in human form
experience, and I feel liketoday is the perfect day to be
sharing this just because it'swe're sliding into our June
Gloom, tailing out of May grayhere in San Diego. So it's kind
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of a little bit of a cozy day.
And as I was thinking about thisstory, I actually was really
feeling those emotions again. Solike I said, it's maybe a little
uncomfortable to share, but hereit is as I was remembering back,
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I know I was in about secondgrade. I would have been right
around seven years old. It wasthe dead of winter in Boston
when this takes place. My momhad to work. And back then,
there was this program in kindof the greater Boston area, and
we all refer to it as likedaycare moms, daycare mothers.
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It was basically before or afterschool childcare in the home of
women in the community, and itwas run by some sort of
organization. And this morning,my usual before school, daycare,
mother was sick, so I was theykind of were emergency version,
placing me with someone elsejust for that morning. And I
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would have to hurry. We neededto leave extra early. And I'm
not a morning person. And when Iwas a kid, even less so I was
really not a morning person, andreally not a freezing cold
snowstorm winter morning person,if you can imagine, I had my
book bag, because back then, wecarried all these heavy books,
even we were little, a wintercoat and I had these brand new
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snow boots just in time for aclassic New England nor'easter
snowstorm last night. Lots ofschools got canceled, but not
mine. I was in Catholic schoolat the time, so we didn't
necessarily have to follow thepublic school closure. So my
school decided to stay open,unfortunately, and my mom was in
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this big rush. We were almost onthe other side of town from the
hospital that she worked in. Iwas getting really anxious, and
I remember feeling nervous anduncertain and thinking, I don't
know the way to school from thishouse. I'd been walking by
myself since I was like five,but the other few places that I
had been like assigned to fordaycare, I knew the way, or I
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had a chance to learn the wayfrom the school to their house.
I'm so anxious in my littlebody, and this woman who's
supposed to be watching me issaying that I'm gonna walk with
her sons. Apparently, they wentto the same school as me. They
were older. I didn't know themat all, but they were gonna show
me the way. And these were thedays when lots of kids literally
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had to walk to and from schoolin the snow uphill as a part of
regular life. So that's what wewere gonna do this morning. And
they were older than me. Theywere bigger than me, obviously,
and they walked fast, and wewere walking up this big hill
that was the way to school, andthey kept yelling, hurry up at
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me, and it was uphill, and soearly in the morning that a lot
of the sidewalks, the walkwaysin front of people's houses as
we walked up this big hill werestill covered with deep banks of
snow. And of course, it's grayand cold and windy, and these
these snow banks, or thesnowfall was at least, it was
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deep for me, and I was trying mybest to keep up, but the snow
drifts were above my littleknees at the time, so every snow
drift that I was stepping inlike I was up to my knees and in
this deep like freezing coldsnow. And even worse than that,
as I lifted my foot out, eachtime my new boots kept sliding
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off my heel. And before long, Iknew I definitely had blisters
in there, and it was so painfulto keep slipping my ankle, my
heel, in and out of my boot. AndI tried calling out to those
boys, but they kept slippingfurther and further away up that
hill. And no matter how hard Itried, I just can't seem to keep
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up with keep up with them atall, just as they disappeared
over the top of this big hillthat we were on. My boot slips
off and is swallowed by a snowdrift, and I can't find it
anywhere. And tears arestreaming down, burning my face
in the freezing cold air, and myfoot is burning from the
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freezing cold snow as I try towalk and find. In my boot, and I
need to sit down, even just fora second, to get some relief for
my little sock drenched foot insnow and
fear really overwhelmed me.
I know I'm definitely lost now,maybe I had a panic attack. I'm
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not exactly sure, but the nextthing that I remember is this
really big man that reminded meof like a strong, sturdy
lumberjack scooping me up andcarrying me into a nearby
hospital, urgent care. Iremember he seemed very kind and
made me feel much more calm, andI wasn't afraid of him at all,
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even though he was like thisgiant stranger picking me up and
physically carrying me, I justwasn't scared of him at all. I
don't know how I got to school,but the next thing I remember,
I'm sitting across a huge woodendesk from Sister Alice, the
school principal, waiting for mymom. I am exhausted and still in
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fear. I'm certain I'm gonna bein so much trouble when my mom
gets there for making a problemand for my mom needing to, like,
leave work and come to theschool. I don't know about you
guys, but that was a big dealback in my day. Luckily, my mom
wasn't angry, and I wasn't inany trouble at all, but my mom
did bring me a change of clothesand shoes, and I did have to
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stay at school for the rest ofthat day.
Later, I was told,later, I was told that this
angel of a man found me lying inthe snow with no shoes on, very
cold and starting to fallasleep. He was driving down this
big hill. It was, in fact, a bighill. He was driving down this
big hill very slowly because ofall the ice and snow from the
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night before and the past coupledays of the snowstorm, and he
just happened coincidentally tonotice me there a tiny girl,
even you know as he's in themiddle of the street with his
car through the parked cars andlaying in the snow. He just
apparently saw me there becausehe happened to be driving so
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slowly down the hill, and hebrought me into the urgent care,
which apparently just happenedto be a little further up the
hill, just out of sight fromwhere I was. He spoke to the
nurse, he waited for a fewminutes with me, and then
essentially disappeared. To thisday. I don't know who he was. He
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didn't leave a name, and I guessno one asked. It was a different
time. There's no record of whobrought me in, and honestly, I
don't even remember seeing hisface clearly, just this
towering, warm presence who mademe feel safe when everything in
my tiny world felt scary andoverwhelming. I've thought about
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that moment occasionally overthe years, how close I might
have come to real harm,actually, how no one else had
seen me. Even you know peoplecoming into their house to go to
work or starting to move aroundin the morning, no one had no
one had seen me. I sometimesthought about how he just
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happened to be driving slowlyenough to notice a little girl
collapsed in the snow. And I'vecome to believe that he wasn't
just a kind stranger, that hewas an angel in human form, even
just for that moment. So whetheryou believe in Divine
Messengers, sometimesmomentarily walking among us, or
simply that once in a while,something beyond our
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understanding uses ordinarypeople to do extraordinary
things. I know this for sure.
That day, someone was sent tohelp me, and in that moment,
they showed up with warmth andstrength and love and kindness.
Sometimes angels wear robes andhave wings and paintings, and
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sometimes they wear flannel andshow up in pickup trucks during
nor'easter snowstorms. So today,as we move through this episode,
I want to share some otherstories like this, not the kind
where angels arrive in a blazeof fiery light to perform a
miracle, but the quiet ones, theones that momentarily move among
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us, where someone shows up, saysthe right thing, appears just in
time, and you're left wonderingif they were really who they
said they were, or mayberepresenting something more.
Because maybe, just maybe,angels are, once in a while,
moving among us. That's mypersonal Angel share. And as we
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go through, like I said, thinkabout your experiences, or just
anything that rises up as we'retalking about these Angel
stories that I'm going to sharewith you from other people,
perhaps you've had an angel at.
Experience of your own, or ahuman influenced temporarily,
momentarily by an angel to showup for you in a divine way. This
next story I'm going to share isthe angel in the hospital. This
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is shared via a website calledguidepost, and I will link all
of these additional stories.
Mine is not this is the onlyplace mine's public right now.
But these stories that I'm goingto share from other people, I'll
list the websites where you canfind the stories in the show
notes, in case you want to takea look at them. This story takes
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place in 1987 and was shared bya woman who was a night nurse in
a hospital herself. So like,that's what she did. She worked
the overnight shift as a nurseat a hospital, and this was in
1987 so late 80s, and there wasa time in her life when she
found herself praying the samedesperate prayer over and over
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again. As she recounts it, sheshares in her story that her
mother was already in a nursinghome, and just recently, her
father, who had always been therock in the family, and
certainly her rock and support,he was also rapidly declining.
His memory was fading, and hewas terrified of losing his
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independence. And she had seenthis type of decline before in
others. And the way she sharesthe story. She said she
remembers praying, I just don'tsee how this can end well, so
kind of like a like a please,God help after her dad suffered
a stroke, he fell into a coma,and her brother and her
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brother's wife shared the vigilwith her, so they really would
come and take the night shiftsand stay with their dad at
night. And she would, you know,after she was done nursing, she
would go stay with her dadduring the day. And they had
their pastors and church friendsand support community all came
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and went to help however theycould. And she spent the days,
you know, reading the Bible andsinging hymns and songs worship
songs to her dad, because thosewere his favorite things to
listen to, just to comfort himand to try to help him. And the
way she recounts it, she says,One evening, the hospital
brought in a hospice nurse tohelp her fill out transfer
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paperwork, and it was clear thatthe end was nearing, that the
transition time was almostthere. And she spoke with a
doctor who came out from the theICU, the intensive care unit,
and he'd heard that this nurse'sfather was someone important.
And she told him, Yes, he was ahe was a pastor, he was a
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minister. She asked how long aperson could survive without
food or water? And the doctorlooked at her dad, who was still
really uncomfortable and showinga lot of signs of pain, said,
it's going to be a few moredays, by my assessment of him.
And after that doctor left, shefinished the paperwork and was
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working on, you know, makingsure she filled everything out
properly. And then she feltmoved to pause and call her
sister and update her, and sheleaned near the hospital window,
like to try to get betterreception on her on her call.
Remember, this is the 80s, andas she spoke, she felt something
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moving behind her. Her dad, youknow, hadn't moved in days. He
was in a coma. The doors wereclosed. She didn't hear anyone
come in. She to herunderstanding they were alone,
but she could feel somethingmoving behind her, and then in
the reflection of the window,she says that she caught, like a
tall figure standing behind herout of kind of the corner of her
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eye in the in the windowreflection. I don't know about
you, but I'll probably befreaking out by this point, just
because I start a little biteasy, but the way she says it,
she catches, you know, throughthe window reflection, this tall
figure standing behind her. Andat first she tried to, like,
explain it away,you know, she looked down to the
street from the window. She sawthe traffic. She saw, you know,
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nothing reflecting upward,because she thought, like, okay,
maybe there's a reflection fromthe street just causing a glare,
or like, a reflection in thewindow. And she's like, okay,
checking all the possibleexplanations the way she saw it,
and everything just lookedusual. Nothing was reflecting in
from the outside. And then sheturns around and really looks at
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this tall figure, and the wayshe says it, is like, oh my
gosh, I recognize this person,and she said it was the same
figure that she'd seen decadesago, back in 1987 when she was a
night nurse, and that nurse thatthat evening, that night, she'd
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seen three nursing assistantsdoing their rounds, checking on
patients, but suddenly a four.
Both figure appeared taller thanthe rest, gliding, not walking
down the hallway, and she knew,then she says, like deep in her
deep in her being, that she hadseen an angel. And over the
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years, she'd often say toothers, you know, angels walk
these halls, although she'dnever shared that story fully,
but spending that time besideher father that night, she
understood why she had seen theangel all those years ago. It
was so that she would recognizethis angel now and not be
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afraid. And she says, the nextthing that happens is the angel
passes slowly over her father'sbody, and the movement was
graceful and peaceful andbeautiful. And then she says she
sees the angel pass through thehospital wall and out of sight.
And she said she knew just inher soul that an angel had been
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sent like not just for her dad,but also for her, also for her
to witness that her dad wasgoing to be at peace with the
God of his heart and hisunderstanding. And she turns
back to the window and tells hersister, still on the phone,
Dad's gonna pass away tonight.
He's gonna go tonight. And she Iguess the sister was like, how
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do you know that? Like, why areyou saying this, and when her
brother and sister in lawarrived to kind of switch shifts
with her, she told them the samething she said as she spoke to
them, she was like so shocked,because she was so calm in her
own knowing after seeing thisangel, that even as she told her
her brother and sister in law inperson, that there was no fear
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in her voice at all, andactually she didn't finish
filling out that hospicepaperwork that evening, she just
sort of sat there and took inthe piece and the sacredness of
that moment, and just spent thatfinal few hours Spending time
with her dad, saying goodbye,and she said when she had to
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leave the hospital. A littlewhile later, you know, she was
taking turns with her brother.
Her dad passed shortly afterthat, and that night, when she
was driving home, she says, waslike any of the last nights of
the entire week before she saidshe wasn't like heavy hearted
with sorrow. She was reallyfeeling like this peace and calm
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over her she was filled withcomfort and clarity in a way
that she claims she'd neverexperienced before. And as she
was telling the story, it hadbeen six years since the passing
of her dad, and she said thatpeace never had left her. From
that day forward, she doesn'treally share the story very
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much, I guess she, you know, shedoesn't want people to think you
know, her going around sayingshe saw an angel, but she says,
you know, still, even in hernursing, when someone is
struggling and needs hope, shesometimes will just quietly
share this story, because she'sheld on to it all these years,
knowing without question thatangels sometimes walk among us
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and sometimes they come justwhen we need them most. Have you
ever had that type of experiencein a hospital where you felt an
angel or a presence or a calm oreven a loved one from the other
side. This next story is alittle different. This next
story is called angel on atrain, and again, I'm going to
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link it in the show notes. It isshared on a by a person. She
shares her name in the story.
Her name is Michaela, and theway she says it is sometimes
angels show up when we leastexpect them, not necessarily in
glowing light, wearing robes andhaving wings, but disguised as
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the very people that we'reconditioned by society to
overlook. So she tells her storyon an ordinary train ride in
Germany, the way she says it is.
She boards this train with a fewcolleagues, expecting just her
usual commute for the day.
Nothing special about this day.
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But right before the doors ofthis train close, a man jumps on
board the train like kind ofslips right through the doors at
the last second. And she saysnoticing him, she noticed that
his clothes were kind of worn,and His appearance was like a
little disheveled, and he lookedlike someone other people might
label homeless or a beggar backthen, is the way they used to
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talk about it. And he sits nearthis woman and her colleagues
and starts quietly setting uplike some kind of musical
instrument, and then begins toplay. But she says The strange
thing is that he's not playingfor tips, and he's not playing
for the crowd. He's just playingfor himself. And she says the
passion that that he exudes,that they can feel from him
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through this music. Sick really,even just like fills that whole
train car. And she says atfirst, as she's witnessing this,
like no one really in the trainpays much attention, but slowly,
as the train continued on itsjourney from station to station,
something kind of shifted in theenergy that people on the train
began to listen. And when hefinished his song, she and her
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group of colleagues, you know,gave some applause, because they
were genuinely shocked and movedby the talent that this stranger
had, this man. And she said thatafter, you know, they applaud
and and kind of were like, wow,that was great. He really lit
up. And kind of looked up andstarted smiling, because, again,
he was only playing for himself,not noticing it. Not noticing
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anyone else. And she said, Thenhe began to speak to them, and
he had broken English at first,until she realized that this man
was actually Italian. They werein Germany, and she actually
spoke Italian. So she switchedlanguages. And the way she
recalls it like as she was ableto switch to the language that
he spoke, a whole newconversation unfolded, and he
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told her his name was AngeloFortunato, which you know in
Italian, translates to LuckyAngel. And for the next 20
minutes of her train ride, sheopened his he opened his heart
in a way that you know mostStrangers on a Train and in a
small conversation, never dothis man. Angelo shared that he
lost his mother at a very youngage, that she was hit by a car
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in a car accident, and later hisfather passed away of a really
terrible illness, and despiteeverything, Angelo had really
been able to hold on to hisfaith, and even though he'd been
through so many dark times, andI guess he even opened up and
shared with her, there weremoments that he thought about
ending his life that he didn'tknow how he could go on through
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all of this struggle. But Iguess, as he tells her, even in
these moments, these depths ofdespair, he said, I if I ever
decided to take my life, would Iharm innocent people with me?
Would that be fair in the eyesof God, no, it's not for me to
decide the fate of others. Soeven in his own despair, he was
thinking like, well, what if Idid something and it
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accidentally hurt other people?
He's such a good man that hecouldn't even bear the thought
of that, and the battery on hissmall instrument died, I guess,
as he was like continuing toplay. And the way she recalls it
is this man gently cupped hishands like around the battery
part of this instrument to warmit, and he told her, when my
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batteries run out, I flip my hatif people like my song, they may
help me, you know, buy a newone. So she way she's saying it
like she just sits therestunned, listening to this man
share his life story to talkabout, you know, how he's an
artist and a philosopher, and heand all actuality, is just a
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stranger on the train, but thismusic that he's playing and the
words that he's sharing reallyjust cut through and reach right
into her heart. She actuallyherself, hadn't been in a good
place that day. She'd beenfeeling really lost and
uncertain and broken heartedabout, you know, her life and
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finding love, and she said. Thenin a strange turn, Angelo
suddenly looks at her and saidsomething that made her kind of
lose her breath for a second. Hejust turned and looked right at
her and said something to theeffect of like, stop looking for
the right man. He'll come andfind you. Don't put yourself
below a man and they'll need,they'll need to take what they
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need and leave without lookingback. And the way he said, it
just really struck her. He shenever shared with him that she
was having a hard time in loveand was really looking for love.
This man never asked her formoney. He never, like, passed
around his hat or anything. Hejust shared his songs and his
story and his soul with her thatday on the train when she really
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needed it the most. And Michaelasays she never saw him again,
but she also never forgot him.
And she said, I don't know howhe ended up on the streets of
this German city, but I knowonce, Angelo was a handsome
Italian man walking the streetsof Torino with a beautiful woman
on his arm, and he was a son anda father and a total artist. And
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so she said her heart was soinspired by the words that he
said that she really shifted theway that she was pursuing love
and shifted in that moment herhope, her hopefulness for the
future. So you know, we nevertruly know who walks beside us,
and sometimes they look like theforgotten, or those that would
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go unnoticed, and the way shesays it is, sometimes they come
with music, and sometimes theycome with hard. One wisdom and
unexpected kindness. So I guessthe moral of the story is Be
mindful how we speak to peopleand how we acknowledge them and
who we speak to, becausesometimes angels maybe are sent
to sit beside us for a fewminutes on a train and share
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their story. The next story is areally interesting one, and this
is a smaller moment. So I reallywanted to include this one
because I'm wondering if the waythat this story is shared, if
anyone will be able to connectdots in their own life for this
particular story, excuse me,while I take a little sip of
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water, I'm still a littlefroggy. And so this next story
is angel wings flapping throughthe blinds, and this story is
shared anonymously. Again, I'lllink the in the show notes where
all of these stories are from,but this is an anonymous
recounter of this story. So thisstory, the way it's set up, is
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sometimes the most extraordinarymoments happen in the quietest
places, like right in the middleof a seemingly ordinary morning
inside an ordinary home with anordinary family just going about
their morning routine. And thisstory is from a woman who
experienced something that sheeven as she was telling the
story says like she stillcouldn't fully explain, but she
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just has never forgotten, andafter hearing the story, you
might agree that she wasn't asalone in this house as she
thought. So.
The story happens about 20 yearsago, and this woman is married.
Her husband leaves for workearly that morning, at like four
in the morning. It's just theway his job works. He gets up
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real early. She stays in bed inthe mornings. That's their usual
routine, because he leaves soearly. She kind of drifts in and
out of sleep, you know, cozy inthere, warm, toasty home for
another few hours until she'sgonna have to wake up. They just
work slightly different hours.
And so by around, like nineo'clock on this day, she was
still asleep. It was like achilly day. She's wrapped all in
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her warm, toasty blankets, andsomething odd just kind of stirs
her awake from this cozyslumber. It wasn't like
something normal in the way sherecounts it. It's not like a
loud crash or something fallingor someone yelling, but she says
instead, it's like a repetitive,odd sound. She describes it as a
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rhythmic fluttering. And the wayshe says it, it's almost like
fabric flapping against itself,like the way I imagine it is,
like, if you've ever heard thesail of a boat or like a flag
flapping in the wind, likefabric flapping against itself,
and it's repeating over and overand over. And so she's woken up
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by this noise, this rhythmicfluttering, she calls it. And as
she blinks her eyes awake, she'slike still a little distorted,
still a little waking up, butshe looks around to try to see
like the source of the noise,and she says that two panels
from these vertical blinds inher bedroom were flapping around
kind of wildly, slapping andswaying into each other over and
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over and over. But the strangepart was that the rest of the
blinds, like the identical trainof blinds, identical panels,
side by side. Everything else isperfectly still. It's just these
two blinds that are wavingaround and flapping into each
other. For those of you inSouthern California, we have a
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lot of vertical blinds. Where Igrew up in Boston, we really
didn't have a lot of thesevertical blinds. It's
essentially, it's on a window inthe story, but it's essentially
like the type of of blinds thatgo normally with a sliding glass
door. So they're just straightup and down pieces of plastic,
and you there's a little rod atthe end, and you can twist them
open, or you can pull them allto one side, or push them all to
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one side. So you can get amental picture of those type of
blinds. But she says also, notonly is it just these two blinds
and none of the others, butthere's no draft, there's no
open window, there's no fan onin the room. There's no wind
anywhere. It's just these twoblinds like flapping furiously
in the silence of her house.
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She's the only one home, so shesaid her first instinct, oddly,
wasn't fear, and she said shewasn't even confused. She just
was so aware of what washappening. She said she was just
like hyper present, like hyperaware, almost. The feeling that
she describes is like verypeaceful and calm, but also very
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urgent at the same time. Andsomething deep inside of her,
it's like she just knew that itwasn't just nothing, that it
wasn't random, that it was anudge, a nudge for her to get
up, a nudge for her to getmoving. So she follows this
internal nudge. The way she saysit in her story, is like she sat
up, she takes. Breath, and shegets right out of bed, and she
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opens the bedroom door to stepinto the hallway. She gets
another kind of sense, anintuition, a feeling. This time
she says it's like unmistakable.
It's a very sharp smell. As sheopens the door of something
burning, she says it's the kindof smell that, like, jolts you
instantly into awareness, evenif you were a little bit sleepy,
like something is wrong. This isnot normal. Again, she's home by
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herself, so she rushes down thestairs. Of course, her like,
heart is pounding. She's scaredto check out what's going on in
her house, and the smell as shelike, starts moving and going
down the hall and down thestairs. She says the smell is
getting like, louder and louder.
She's looking around. She'schecking out, like, what could
the smell be coming from? Shefinally opens the laundry room,
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like the laundry door area, andshe finds that the dryer is
still running,and it's super duper hot, like,
much more hot than a normalclothes dryer should be, I
guess, before he left, herhusband had just, like, tossed
in some laundry before leaving,like, just intending to start
drying it before work. Butsomething had like, gone wrong
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with the machine, and themachine didn't turn off like
normal. But you know, when heleft at four to this point, at
9am the dryer didn'tautomatically shut itself off.
So this machine had been runningfor like, five or more hours
straight, and the inside shejust, like, turned it off and
opened it the inside, she says,was like scorching hot, and as
she tried to reach in, theclothes are like, almost too hot
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to touch, like on the edge ofcatching on fire, is what she
says. Obviously she had turnedit off immediately. She pulled
out all of the hot laundry,thinking, like, Okay, let me
just, like, get this stuff outand try to get some air around
this. And she was just like,stunned with how hot everything
was. And as she pulls out thelaundry and, like, turns the
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machine off and unplugs it, shejust kind of falls back and sits
down like totally in shock, ifshe hadn't woken up when she did
from all the way upstairs in aclosed, cozy, dark bedroom, and
if she hadn't gotten up likeobeyed or honored this nudge
that she felt and gotten up, ifshe hadn't trusted that little
quiet nudge of two blindsflipping for no apparent reason,
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her entire home could havecaught on fire. Who knows it
sounds like this? Dryer was likevery close to flames, and she
could have still been asleepupstairs even, and not found out
at all until it was far toolate. And as she was thinking
about it later, she tells himthe story kind of returning in
her mind to that moment in herbedroom, the blinds moving on
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their own, that sound that wakesher up, she couldn't shake, that
feeling that someone orsomething had been there trying
to get her attention, not withfear, but with love, with
urgency, but kind of wrapped ingentle calm, but still urgent.
And the way she recounts thestory, she came to believe that
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it was an unseen angel she neversaw an angel standing at the
foot of her bed. There was nowings, there was no like voice
from the heavens, just these twoflapping blinds with no breeze
to be seen and an undeniablelike deep knowing in her core
that she felt like she was savedthat day. And in the story, the
way she says it is, she stillcalls it one of the most
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profound spiritual experiencesof her life, not because of what
could have happened, but becauseof how she knows, deep in her
heart and soul that she wasguided away from danger. And in
the story, she says she nowoften says that she thinks
angels show up even more than werealize, and sometimes they
don't speak in words. Sometimesthey just nudge a blind or a
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feeling just enough to wake usup, she says, so I thought that
was a really beautiful story.
And I mean, obviously shedoesn't see an actual Angel, but
I wonder if you have hadsomething like that where it's
just an unexplainable something,a physical sign, or something
happening, or a movement, andthen this feeling that you have.
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That's why I wanted to includethis story. The next story is
going to be our last story oftoday, of these real angel
experiences. But it's no lessera story than the others. I
really tried to choose the mostpowerful and varying stories
that I could. And this laststory is called a voice that
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saved a child. This is alsoanonymously submitted to a
totally different website. Andthis is also told by a female,
and the way she tells the storyis on the day of this angel
encounter. She was having thisbig cocktail party at her house,
and where they live, it's kindof near the beach, and lots of
people open their homes, and theneighbors get together. And so
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it was a, you know, a partynormal for the time of season,
and her neighbors are fillingher house, and the party's like,
in full swing. Ing music, youknow, families barbecue going,
and suddenly they run out ofice. So she volunteers, you
know, to go get more. And shegrabs her wallet and keys, and
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they drive like Big Four Wheelvehicles where they are. And so
she, you know, grabs her stuffand, like, heads to the car, to
this big, big four wheel drivevehicle that she has. And the
way she recounts it in the storyis she's like, at the the time
where this house was, it'sdesigned for the tropics, and
upstairs was like enclosed andliving and about raised like 15
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feet up. I This is a weird thingabout me. I sometimes watch
these, like house Hunterinternational type shows, or
like house hunter in thetropics, or if you've ever seen
in kind of like the Gulf Coast,or that part of Florida or
Texas, in these high floodzones, these tropic zones, if
you've never seen it, they putthese giant, like, 15 foot beams
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beneath the houses, and then thehouses are way up on top of
that. And it's so if there'sthese high, you know, hurricane
winds or giant floods, that thehouse itself is often safer. So
that's kind of how her housewas. The the upstairs is like
enclosed for a living space, andthen these 15 foot beams are
underneath, and the the air cankind of pass through wind and
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rain can pass through andunderneath, they have these like
concrete floors that are mostlyopen air. So typically, most
people like park their car underthere so that it can be safe
from the weather, because it'sjust open air, but it's like a
big, big driveway patio underyour house. So that's where her
car was, and she parks it underthere, so if it is raining, you
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know, protects it from theweather. So she grabs her stuff,
kind of heads down those stairsand jumps into her car, and
she's about to, you know, starther, start your engine, so that
she can go grab some ice foreverybody at the party. And she
says she heard, like actuallyheard a voice speaking to her.
She says the voice was notcoming from another person,
because she's all alone.
Everybody else is up at theparty upstairs. But she heard
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the voice so clearly and firmly,and she said the voice very
firmly, directly, clearly, says,look behind the car. So she
didn't even have time to, like,think or process or think, like,
where's this voice coming from?
It's almost like she immediatelystarts moving. She gets out of
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this four wheel vehicle and goesand looks underneath the car,
and there was nothing. And she'sjust like, Okay, this is really
weird. She hears the she hearsthe voice again, look behind the
car. And so then she keepswalking around, keeps trying to
look around. And as she wentaround to the back of her this
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big vehicle, she says in herstory, what she saw felt like
getting like punched in the gut.
She felt actually sick, becausebehind the vehicle, sitting
lined up just perfectly with thewheel, so you couldn't see them,
was a tiny little boy justplaying on his own. And she said
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like immediately she recognizedthe boy. He's a little two year
old, and it's her friend, herneighbor's little boy. She had
invited a bunch of friends tothis party, obviously. And she
said, you know, as thefestivities were going and all
the kids were playing, someonemust have just lost sight of
this little guy. And he musthave just come down the stairs,
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you know, wandered down on hisown to play, and probably just
nobody noticed, because of thehustle and bustle of the party,
she must have lost sight of herson for just a moment, and he
clearly wandered away unseen.
There was enough adult eyes. Shewasn't quite sure how he could
have wandered away unseen, butthat is what happens. And she
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said, even as she thinks aboutthe story to tell it on this
website, she gets chills, andshe says, like sitting behind,
sitting behind that vehicle, thememory of like seeing that
little boy just innocentlyplaying, it still gives her the
chills, like goose bumps allover to think about how close
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they came to a tragedy that day.
And she said, occasionally, veryrarely she hears that mysterious
voice still, but when she does,she never hesitates. She listens
right away and gets on top ofit. It hasn't been as dramatic
as this occurrence, but onelittle boy is alive because she
listened to that calm, steady,direct voice that she received.
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So a short story, but a reallypowerful story. And I love that
through these stories, we hadone that was, you know, this
voice just out of nowhere, onethat was just those blinds
flipping. We had the other thatwas, you know, an actual visual.
Experience of this angel ofpeace with her dad in the
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hospital. We have my experience,which is that amazing man that
saved my life, as far as I'mconcerned. And we have that
incredible stranger on the trainthat gave this deep wisdom,
inspired by spirit, the womanbelieves so as we close out
today's episode, I want to leaveyou with this gentle reminder.
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Angels don't always arrive withwings. Sometimes they show up in
muddy boots and flannel jacketsand soft smiles or steady hands.
Sometimes they don't sayanything at all, but something
about their presence shifts theentire energy of a moment. Maybe
they're Divine Messengers. Maybethey're human beings just being
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nudged by spirit or angels justat the right time, or maybe
they're both. But whatever youbelieve, I invite you to stay
open to the possibility thathelp, divine, guidance, comfort,
connection, peace can appearsometimes out of the blue when
we least expect it, and ifyou've ever had your own Angel
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moment, no matter how big orsmall, I would truly love to
hear about it, you can email mejoy at joyful medium.com You can
leave it in a comment. Whereveryou're listening to or watching
this episode. You could email itto me right through my website,
because these stories matter,these small accounts, these big
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accounts, however, however, theexperience shows up. It's
important to share it, even ifyou want to share it
anonymously, it's not only thestories themselves that matter,
but they remind us of thisinvisible thread of grace and
support that weaves through allof our lives. So until next
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time, I hope that you will stayopen, stay connected and know
that you are never truly alone.
You know I'm always grateful foryou being here with me. And I
think that this is perfecttiming in the energy and
everything that is happening tojust remind us that sometimes
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perhaps there are biggerenergies moving among us. So Big
hugs, lots of love. Of course,we all need that. Bye for now.
From inside Spirit speakTuesday. You.
Joy, hey, beautiful soul, welcome to spirit
speakeasy. I'm Joy Giovanni,joyful medium. I'm a working
psychic medium, energy healerand spiritual gifts mentor. This
podcast is like a seat at thetable in a secret club, but with
mediums, mystics and thespiritual luminaries of our
time. So come behind the velvetropes with me and see inside my
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world as I chat insider stylewith profoundly gifted souls, we
go deep, share juicy stories,laugh a lot, and it wouldn't be
a speakeasy without greatinsider secrets and tips. You
might even learn that you havesome gifts of your own so step
inside the spirit speakeasy.
Hey, beautiful soul. Welcomeback, or welcome in for another
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episode of spirit speakeasy.
Today's episode, we are gonna besharing real angel stories,
Earth Angels, divine nudges andmysterious helpers. If you've
been here in the pod squad forany length of time. One, I'm so
grateful to have you. And two,you would probably know by now
that I have an affinity forangels. I believe in angels.
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I've had several different typesof Angel experiences from the
time I was very young and justlots of different, yeah,
different experiences, and havelearned different ways to work
with that angelic energy. ButAngel energy is one of the first
things that I really rememberstarting to experience, and in
just a minute, I'm going tostart this episode by sharing a
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very personal Earth Angelexperience, my own real angel
story. I haven't shared thisstory publicly before, and
honestly now that I'm thinkingof it, probably very few people
in my life even know about thisstory. Let me ask you this, have
you ever had someone show up atjust the right time, almost like
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they were sent to help you inthat moment? Or maybe you've
heard stories of things like afigure that dragged someone from
a car when it was burning andthen disappeared as help
arrives, never to be seen againby anyone. Have you heard these
kind of stories? Maybe you'veheard of the concept of Earth
Angels. This is the idea thatsomeone, sometimes divine beings
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take on human form, to guide, toprotect, or to help us in
moments of need, or perhapsyou've experienced what felt
like divine intervention througha person like a random person,
just someone who showed up rightat the right moment with the
exact words or gesture, gesturesor presence that changed
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everything for you in thatmoment, or maybe even you've
heard stories through someoneelse. You know, these experience
often come through what I liketo call human vessels, right? So
often it's people, real worldpeople, being influenced. But
the truth is, we don't know, andI can't possibly know all the
details. Perhaps once in awhile, angels do take actual
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human form, or can showthemselves in human form to
intervene when necessary, butoften they do encourage or
influence human vessels,ordinary people who seem to be
momentarily moved or nudged oreven used by spirit to deliver
something sacred. It could be amessage, a lifeline, a reminder
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that we're never truly alonebefore. I share my story. I want
to gently invite you to kind ofpause as we're talking and
reflect for a moment. I'm goingto share my story, and I'm also
going to share a few otherstories, just because I think
this is a really special topic,but as you're reflecting, just
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think about, have you ever hadan experience where someone
appeared in your life at justthe right time? Maybe it was a
stranger who helped you when youwere stuck. Maybe it was someone
who said exactly what your heartneeded to hear without even
knowing that you werestruggling. Or perhaps it was a
moment that didn't seemmiraculous at the time, but
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looking back, you realize therewas something more, something
greater than us at work,something beyond coincidence.
Let's say it that way. These arewhat I like to call Angel
moments, those brief butpowerful encounters that leave a
lasting imprint on your soul,moments when it feels like the
universe, God, Great Spirit,whatever language you use, sent
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someone right in that moment.
Maybe they looked just like anyother ordinary person. Maybe
they disappeared as quickly asthey arrived. But something
about that moment changed you orchanged your course, and as I
share my own story, I invite youto keep those moments in mind,
or let yourself be reminded ofthose moments through the
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stories I'm going to sharetoday. Let this be a
remembering, a soft uncoveringof the ways you may have.
Already been held or helped orguided, perhaps even without
really realizing it at the time.
So let me start by sayingagain, I haven't shared this
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story publicly before, andprobably very few people in my
life know about this story. Thisis my own angel in human form
experience, and I feel liketoday is the perfect day to be
sharing this just because it'swe're sliding into our June
Gloom, tailing out of May grayhere in San Diego. So it's kind
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of a little bit of a cozy day.
And as I was thinking about thisstory, I actually was really
feeling those emotions again. Solike I said, it's maybe a little
uncomfortable to share, but hereit is as I was remembering back,
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I know I was in about secondgrade. I would have been right
around seven years old. It wasthe dead of winter in Boston
when this takes place. My momhad to work. And back then,
there was this program in kindof the greater Boston area, and
we all refer to it as likedaycare moms, daycare mothers.
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It was basically before or afterschool childcare in the home of
women in the community, and itwas run by some sort of
organization. And this morning,my usual before school, daycare,
mother was sick, so I was theykind of were emergency version,
placing me with someone elsejust for that morning. And I
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would have to hurry. We neededto leave extra early. And I'm
not a morning person. And when Iwas a kid, even less so I was
really not a morning person, andreally not a freezing cold
snowstorm winter morning person,if you can imagine, I had my
book bag, because back then, wecarried all these heavy books,
even we were little, a wintercoat and I had these brand new
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snow boots just in time for aclassic New England nor'easter
snowstorm last night. Lots ofschools got canceled, but not
mine. I was in Catholic schoolat the time, so we didn't
necessarily have to follow thepublic school closure. So my
school decided to stay open,unfortunately, and my mom was in
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this big rush. We were almost onthe other side of town from the
hospital that she worked in. Iwas getting really anxious, and
I remember feeling nervous anduncertain and thinking, I don't
know the way to school from thishouse. I'd been walking by
myself since I was like five,but the other few places that I
had been like assigned to fordaycare, I knew the way, or I
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had a chance to learn the wayfrom the school to their house.
I'm so anxious in my littlebody, and this woman who's
supposed to be watching me issaying that I'm gonna walk with
her sons. Apparently, they wentto the same school as me. They
were older. I didn't know themat all, but they were gonna show
me the way. And these were thedays when lots of kids literally
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had to walk to and from schoolin the snow uphill as a part of
regular life. So that's what wewere gonna do this morning. And
they were older than me. Theywere bigger than me, obviously,
and they walked fast, and wewere walking up this big hill
that was the way to school, andthey kept yelling, hurry up at
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me, and it was uphill, and soearly in the morning that a lot
of the sidewalks, the walkwaysin front of people's houses as
we walked up this big hill werestill covered with deep banks of
snow. And of course, it's grayand cold and windy, and these
these snow banks, or thesnowfall was at least, it was
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deep for me, and I was trying mybest to keep up, but the snow
drifts were above my littleknees at the time, so every snow
drift that I was stepping inlike I was up to my knees and in
this deep like freezing coldsnow. And even worse than that,
as I lifted my foot out, eachtime my new boots kept sliding
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off my heel. And before long, Iknew I definitely had blisters
in there, and it was so painfulto keep slipping my ankle, my
heel, in and out of my boot. AndI tried calling out to those
boys, but they kept slippingfurther and further away up that
hill. And no matter how hard Itried, I just can't seem to keep
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up with keep up with them atall, just as they disappeared
over the top of this big hillthat we were on. My boot slips
off and is swallowed by a snowdrift, and I can't find it
anywhere. And tears arestreaming down, burning my face
in the freezing cold air, and myfoot is burning from the
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freezing cold snow as I try towalk and find. In my boot, and I
need to sit down, even just fora second, to get some relief for
my little sock drenched foot insnow and
fear really overwhelmed me.
I know I'm definitely lost now,maybe I had a panic attack. I'm
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not exactly sure, but the nextthing that I remember is this
really big man that reminded meof like a strong, sturdy
lumberjack scooping me up andcarrying me into a nearby
hospital, urgent care. Iremember he seemed very kind and
made me feel much more calm, andI wasn't afraid of him at all,
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even though he was like thisgiant stranger picking me up and
physically carrying me, I justwasn't scared of him at all. I
don't know how I got to school,but the next thing I remember,
I'm sitting across a huge woodendesk from Sister Alice, the
school principal, waiting for mymom. I am exhausted and still in
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fear. I'm certain I'm gonna bein so much trouble when my mom
gets there for making a problemand for my mom needing to, like,
leave work and come to theschool. I don't know about you
guys, but that was a big dealback in my day. Luckily, my mom
wasn't angry, and I wasn't inany trouble at all, but my mom
did bring me a change of clothesand shoes, and I did have to
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stay at school for the rest ofthat day.
Later, I was told,later, I was told that this
angel of a man found me lying inthe snow with no shoes on, very
cold and starting to fallasleep. He was driving down this
big hill. It was, in fact, a bighill. He was driving down this
big hill very slowly because ofall the ice and snow from the
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night before and the past coupledays of the snowstorm, and he
just happened coincidentally tonotice me there a tiny girl,
even you know as he's in themiddle of the street with his
car through the parked cars andlaying in the snow. He just
apparently saw me there becausehe happened to be driving so
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slowly down the hill, and hebrought me into the urgent care,
which apparently just happenedto be a little further up the
hill, just out of sight fromwhere I was. He spoke to the
nurse, he waited for a fewminutes with me, and then
essentially disappeared. To thisday. I don't know who he was. He
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didn't leave a name, and I guessno one asked. It was a different
time. There's no record of whobrought me in, and honestly, I
don't even remember seeing hisface clearly, just this
towering, warm presence who mademe feel safe when everything in
my tiny world felt scary andoverwhelming. I've thought about
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that moment occasionally overthe years, how close I might
have come to real harm,actually, how no one else had
seen me. Even you know peoplecoming into their house to go to
work or starting to move aroundin the morning, no one had no
one had seen me. I sometimesthought about how he just
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happened to be driving slowlyenough to notice a little girl
collapsed in the snow. And I'vecome to believe that he wasn't
just a kind stranger, that hewas an angel in human form, even
just for that moment. So whetheryou believe in Divine
Messengers, sometimesmomentarily walking among us, or
simply that once in a while,something beyond our
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understanding uses ordinarypeople to do extraordinary
things. I know this for sure.
That day, someone was sent tohelp me, and in that moment,
they showed up with warmth andstrength and love and kindness.
Sometimes angels wear robes andhave wings and paintings, and
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sometimes they wear flannel andshow up in pickup trucks during
nor'easter snowstorms. So today,as we move through this episode,
I want to share some otherstories like this, not the kind
where angels arrive in a blazeof fiery light to perform a
miracle, but the quiet ones, theones that momentarily move among
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us, where someone shows up, saysthe right thing, appears just in
time, and you're left wonderingif they were really who they
said they were, or mayberepresenting something more.
Because maybe, just maybe,angels are, once in a while,
moving among us. That's mypersonal Angel share. And as we
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go through, like I said, thinkabout your experiences, or just
anything that rises up as we'retalking about these Angel
stories that I'm going to sharewith you from other people,
perhaps you've had an angel at.
Experience of your own, or ahuman influenced temporarily,
momentarily by an angel to showup for you in a divine way. This
next story I'm going to share isthe angel in the hospital. This
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is shared via a website calledguidepost, and I will link all
of these additional stories.
Mine is not this is the onlyplace mine's public right now.
But these stories that I'm goingto share from other people, I'll
list the websites where you canfind the stories in the show
notes, in case you want to takea look at them. This story takes
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place in 1987 and was shared bya woman who was a night nurse in
a hospital herself. So like,that's what she did. She worked
the overnight shift as a nurseat a hospital, and this was in
1987 so late 80s, and there wasa time in her life when she
found herself praying the samedesperate prayer over and over
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again. As she recounts it, sheshares in her story that her
mother was already in a nursinghome, and just recently, her
father, who had always been therock in the family, and
certainly her rock and support,he was also rapidly declining.
His memory was fading, and hewas terrified of losing his
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independence. And she had seenthis type of decline before in
others. And the way she sharesthe story. She said she
remembers praying, I just don'tsee how this can end well, so
kind of like a like a please,God help after her dad suffered
a stroke, he fell into a coma,and her brother and her
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brother's wife shared the vigilwith her, so they really would
come and take the night shiftsand stay with their dad at
night. And she would, you know,after she was done nursing, she
would go stay with her dadduring the day. And they had
their pastors and church friendsand support community all came
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and went to help however theycould. And she spent the days,
you know, reading the Bible andsinging hymns and songs worship
songs to her dad, because thosewere his favorite things to
listen to, just to comfort himand to try to help him. And the
way she recounts it, she says,One evening, the hospital
brought in a hospice nurse tohelp her fill out transfer
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paperwork, and it was clear thatthe end was nearing, that the
transition time was almostthere. And she spoke with a
doctor who came out from the theICU, the intensive care unit,
and he'd heard that this nurse'sfather was someone important.
And she told him, Yes, he was ahe was a pastor, he was a
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minister. She asked how long aperson could survive without
food or water? And the doctorlooked at her dad, who was still
really uncomfortable and showinga lot of signs of pain, said,
it's going to be a few moredays, by my assessment of him.
And after that doctor left, shefinished the paperwork and was
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working on, you know, makingsure she filled everything out
properly. And then she feltmoved to pause and call her
sister and update her, and sheleaned near the hospital window,
like to try to get betterreception on her on her call.
Remember, this is the 80s, andas she spoke, she felt something
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moving behind her. Her dad, youknow, hadn't moved in days. He
was in a coma. The doors wereclosed. She didn't hear anyone
come in. She to herunderstanding they were alone,
but she could feel somethingmoving behind her, and then in
the reflection of the window,she says that she caught, like a
tall figure standing behind herout of kind of the corner of her
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eye in the in the windowreflection. I don't know about
you, but I'll probably befreaking out by this point, just
because I start a little biteasy, but the way she says it,
she catches, you know, throughthe window reflection, this tall
figure standing behind her. Andat first she tried to, like,
explain it away,you know, she looked down to the
street from the window. She sawthe traffic. She saw, you know,
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nothing reflecting upward,because she thought, like, okay,
maybe there's a reflection fromthe street just causing a glare,
or like, a reflection in thewindow. And she's like, okay,
checking all the possibleexplanations the way she saw it,
and everything just lookedusual. Nothing was reflecting in
from the outside. And then sheturns around and really looks at
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this tall figure, and the wayshe says it, is like, oh my
gosh, I recognize this person,and she said it was the same
figure that she'd seen decadesago, back in 1987 when she was a
night nurse, and that nurse thatthat evening, that night, she'd
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seen three nursing assistantsdoing their rounds, checking on
patients, but suddenly a four.
Both figure appeared taller thanthe rest, gliding, not walking
down the hallway, and she knew,then she says, like deep in her
deep in her being, that she hadseen an angel. And over the
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years, she'd often say toothers, you know, angels walk
these halls, although she'dnever shared that story fully,
but spending that time besideher father that night, she
understood why she had seen theangel all those years ago. It
was so that she would recognizethis angel now and not be
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afraid. And she says, the nextthing that happens is the angel
passes slowly over her father'sbody, and the movement was
graceful and peaceful andbeautiful. And then she says she
sees the angel pass through thehospital wall and out of sight.
And she said she knew just inher soul that an angel had been
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sent like not just for her dad,but also for her, also for her
to witness that her dad wasgoing to be at peace with the
God of his heart and hisunderstanding. And she turns
back to the window and tells hersister, still on the phone,
Dad's gonna pass away tonight.
He's gonna go tonight. And she Iguess the sister was like, how
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do you know that? Like, why areyou saying this, and when her
brother and sister in lawarrived to kind of switch shifts
with her, she told them the samething she said as she spoke to
them, she was like so shocked,because she was so calm in her
own knowing after seeing thisangel, that even as she told her
her brother and sister in law inperson, that there was no fear
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in her voice at all, andactually she didn't finish
filling out that hospicepaperwork that evening, she just
sort of sat there and took inthe piece and the sacredness of
that moment, and just spent thatfinal few hours Spending time
with her dad, saying goodbye,and she said when she had to
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leave the hospital. A littlewhile later, you know, she was
taking turns with her brother.
Her dad passed shortly afterthat, and that night, when she
was driving home, she says, waslike any of the last nights of
the entire week before she saidshe wasn't like heavy hearted
with sorrow. She was reallyfeeling like this peace and calm
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over her she was filled withcomfort and clarity in a way
that she claims she'd neverexperienced before. And as she
was telling the story, it hadbeen six years since the passing
of her dad, and she said thatpeace never had left her. From
that day forward, she doesn'treally share the story very
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much, I guess she, you know, shedoesn't want people to think you
know, her going around sayingshe saw an angel, but she says,
you know, still, even in hernursing, when someone is
struggling and needs hope, shesometimes will just quietly
share this story, because she'sheld on to it all these years,
knowing without question thatangels sometimes walk among us
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and sometimes they come justwhen we need them most. Have you
ever had that type of experiencein a hospital where you felt an
angel or a presence or a calm oreven a loved one from the other
side. This next story is alittle different. This next
story is called angel on atrain, and again, I'm going to
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link it in the show notes. It isshared on a by a person. She
shares her name in the story.
Her name is Michaela, and theway she says it is sometimes
angels show up when we leastexpect them, not necessarily in
glowing light, wearing robes andhaving wings, but disguised as
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the very people that we'reconditioned by society to
overlook. So she tells her storyon an ordinary train ride in
Germany, the way she says it is.
She boards this train with a fewcolleagues, expecting just her
usual commute for the day.
Nothing special about this day.
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But right before the doors ofthis train close, a man jumps on
board the train like kind ofslips right through the doors at
the last second. And she saysnoticing him, she noticed that
his clothes were kind of worn,and His appearance was like a
little disheveled, and he lookedlike someone other people might
label homeless or a beggar backthen, is the way they used to
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talk about it. And he sits nearthis woman and her colleagues
and starts quietly setting uplike some kind of musical
instrument, and then begins toplay. But she says The strange
thing is that he's not playingfor tips, and he's not playing
for the crowd. He's just playingfor himself. And she says the
passion that that he exudes,that they can feel from him
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through this music. Sick really,even just like fills that whole
train car. And she says atfirst, as she's witnessing this,
like no one really in the trainpays much attention, but slowly,
as the train continued on itsjourney from station to station,
something kind of shifted in theenergy that people on the train
began to listen. And when hefinished his song, she and her
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group of colleagues, you know,gave some applause, because they
were genuinely shocked and movedby the talent that this stranger
had, this man. And she said thatafter, you know, they applaud
and and kind of were like, wow,that was great. He really lit
up. And kind of looked up andstarted smiling, because, again,
he was only playing for himself,not noticing it. Not noticing
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anyone else. And she said, Thenhe began to speak to them, and
he had broken English at first,until she realized that this man
was actually Italian. They werein Germany, and she actually
spoke Italian. So she switchedlanguages. And the way she
recalls it like as she was ableto switch to the language that
he spoke, a whole newconversation unfolded, and he
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told her his name was AngeloFortunato, which you know in
Italian, translates to LuckyAngel. And for the next 20
minutes of her train ride, sheopened his he opened his heart
in a way that you know mostStrangers on a Train and in a
small conversation, never dothis man. Angelo shared that he
lost his mother at a very youngage, that she was hit by a car
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in a car accident, and later hisfather passed away of a really
terrible illness, and despiteeverything, Angelo had really
been able to hold on to hisfaith, and even though he'd been
through so many dark times, andI guess he even opened up and
shared with her, there weremoments that he thought about
ending his life that he didn'tknow how he could go on through
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all of this struggle. But Iguess, as he tells her, even in
these moments, these depths ofdespair, he said, I if I ever
decided to take my life, would Iharm innocent people with me?
Would that be fair in the eyesof God, no, it's not for me to
decide the fate of others. Soeven in his own despair, he was
thinking like, well, what if Idid something and it
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accidentally hurt other people?
He's such a good man that hecouldn't even bear the thought
of that, and the battery on hissmall instrument died, I guess,
as he was like continuing toplay. And the way she recalls it
is this man gently cupped hishands like around the battery
part of this instrument to warmit, and he told her, when my
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batteries run out, I flip my hatif people like my song, they may
help me, you know, buy a newone. So she way she's saying it
like she just sits therestunned, listening to this man
share his life story to talkabout, you know, how he's an
artist and a philosopher, and heand all actuality, is just a
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stranger on the train, but thismusic that he's playing and the
words that he's sharing reallyjust cut through and reach right
into her heart. She actuallyherself, hadn't been in a good
place that day. She'd beenfeeling really lost and
uncertain and broken heartedabout, you know, her life and
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finding love, and she said. Thenin a strange turn, Angelo
suddenly looks at her and saidsomething that made her kind of
lose her breath for a second. Hejust turned and looked right at
her and said something to theeffect of like, stop looking for
the right man. He'll come andfind you. Don't put yourself
below a man and they'll need,they'll need to take what they
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need and leave without lookingback. And the way he said, it
just really struck her. He shenever shared with him that she
was having a hard time in loveand was really looking for love.
This man never asked her formoney. He never, like, passed
around his hat or anything. Hejust shared his songs and his
story and his soul with her thatday on the train when she really
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needed it the most. And Michaelasays she never saw him again,
but she also never forgot him.
And she said, I don't know howhe ended up on the streets of
this German city, but I knowonce, Angelo was a handsome
Italian man walking the streetsof Torino with a beautiful woman
on his arm, and he was a son anda father and a total artist. And
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so she said her heart was soinspired by the words that he
said that she really shifted theway that she was pursuing love
and shifted in that moment herhope, her hopefulness for the
future. So you know, we nevertruly know who walks beside us,
and sometimes they look like theforgotten, or those that would
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go unnoticed, and the way shesays it is, sometimes they come
with music, and sometimes theycome with hard. One wisdom and
unexpected kindness. So I guessthe moral of the story is Be
mindful how we speak to peopleand how we acknowledge them and
who we speak to, becausesometimes angels maybe are sent
to sit beside us for a fewminutes on a train and share
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their story. The next story is areally interesting one, and this
is a smaller moment. So I reallywanted to include this one
because I'm wondering if the waythat this story is shared, if
anyone will be able to connectdots in their own life for this
particular story, excuse me,while I take a little sip of
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water, I'm still a littlefroggy. And so this next story
is angel wings flapping throughthe blinds, and this story is
shared anonymously. Again, I'lllink the in the show notes where
all of these stories are from,but this is an anonymous
recounter of this story. So thisstory, the way it's set up, is
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sometimes the most extraordinarymoments happen in the quietest
places, like right in the middleof a seemingly ordinary morning
inside an ordinary home with anordinary family just going about
their morning routine. And thisstory is from a woman who
experienced something that sheeven as she was telling the
story says like she stillcouldn't fully explain, but she
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just has never forgotten, andafter hearing the story, you
might agree that she wasn't asalone in this house as she
thought. So.
The story happens about 20 yearsago, and this woman is married.
Her husband leaves for workearly that morning, at like four
in the morning. It's just theway his job works. He gets up
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real early. She stays in bed inthe mornings. That's their usual
routine, because he leaves soearly. She kind of drifts in and
out of sleep, you know, cozy inthere, warm, toasty home for
another few hours until she'sgonna have to wake up. They just
work slightly different hours.
And so by around, like nineo'clock on this day, she was
still asleep. It was like achilly day. She's wrapped all in
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her warm, toasty blankets, andsomething odd just kind of stirs
her awake from this cozyslumber. It wasn't like
something normal in the way sherecounts it. It's not like a
loud crash or something fallingor someone yelling, but she says
instead, it's like a repetitive,odd sound. She describes it as a
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rhythmic fluttering. And the wayshe says it, it's almost like
fabric flapping against itself,like the way I imagine it is,
like, if you've ever heard thesail of a boat or like a flag
flapping in the wind, likefabric flapping against itself,
and it's repeating over and overand over. And so she's woken up
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by this noise, this rhythmicfluttering, she calls it. And as
she blinks her eyes awake, she'slike still a little distorted,
still a little waking up, butshe looks around to try to see
like the source of the noise,and she says that two panels
from these vertical blinds inher bedroom were flapping around
kind of wildly, slapping andswaying into each other over and
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over and over. But the strangepart was that the rest of the
blinds, like the identical trainof blinds, identical panels,
side by side. Everything else isperfectly still. It's just these
two blinds that are wavingaround and flapping into each
other. For those of you inSouthern California, we have a
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lot of vertical blinds. Where Igrew up in Boston, we really
didn't have a lot of thesevertical blinds. It's
essentially, it's on a window inthe story, but it's essentially
like the type of of blinds thatgo normally with a sliding glass
door. So they're just straightup and down pieces of plastic,
and you there's a little rod atthe end, and you can twist them
open, or you can pull them allto one side, or push them all to
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one side. So you can get amental picture of those type of
blinds. But she says also, notonly is it just these two blinds
and none of the others, butthere's no draft, there's no
open window, there's no fan onin the room. There's no wind
anywhere. It's just these twoblinds like flapping furiously
in the silence of her house.
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She's the only one home, so shesaid her first instinct, oddly,
wasn't fear, and she said shewasn't even confused. She just
was so aware of what washappening. She said she was just
like hyper present, like hyperaware, almost. The feeling that
she describes is like verypeaceful and calm, but also very
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urgent at the same time. Andsomething deep inside of her,
it's like she just knew that itwasn't just nothing, that it
wasn't random, that it was anudge, a nudge for her to get
up, a nudge for her to getmoving. So she follows this
internal nudge. The way she saysit in her story, is like she sat
up, she takes. Breath, and shegets right out of bed, and she
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opens the bedroom door to stepinto the hallway. She gets
another kind of sense, anintuition, a feeling. This time
she says it's like unmistakable.
It's a very sharp smell. As sheopens the door of something
burning, she says it's the kindof smell that, like, jolts you
instantly into awareness, evenif you were a little bit sleepy,
like something is wrong. This isnot normal. Again, she's home by
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herself, so she rushes down thestairs. Of course, her like,
heart is pounding. She's scaredto check out what's going on in
her house, and the smell as shelike, starts moving and going
down the hall and down thestairs. She says the smell is
getting like, louder and louder.
She's looking around. She'schecking out, like, what could
the smell be coming from? Shefinally opens the laundry room,
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like the laundry door area, andshe finds that the dryer is
still running,and it's super duper hot, like,
much more hot than a normalclothes dryer should be, I
guess, before he left, herhusband had just, like, tossed
in some laundry before leaving,like, just intending to start
drying it before work. Butsomething had like, gone wrong
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with the machine, and themachine didn't turn off like
normal. But you know, when heleft at four to this point, at
9am the dryer didn'tautomatically shut itself off.
So this machine had been runningfor like, five or more hours
straight, and the inside shejust, like, turned it off and
opened it the inside, she says,was like scorching hot, and as
she tried to reach in, theclothes are like, almost too hot
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to touch, like on the edge ofcatching on fire, is what she
says. Obviously she had turnedit off immediately. She pulled
out all of the hot laundry,thinking, like, Okay, let me
just, like, get this stuff outand try to get some air around
this. And she was just like,stunned with how hot everything
was. And as she pulls out thelaundry and, like, turns the
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machine off and unplugs it, shejust kind of falls back and sits
down like totally in shock, ifshe hadn't woken up when she did
from all the way upstairs in aclosed, cozy, dark bedroom, and
if she hadn't gotten up likeobeyed or honored this nudge
that she felt and gotten up, ifshe hadn't trusted that little
quiet nudge of two blindsflipping for no apparent reason,
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her entire home could havecaught on fire. Who knows it
sounds like this? Dryer was likevery close to flames, and she
could have still been asleepupstairs even, and not found out
at all until it was far toolate. And as she was thinking
about it later, she tells himthe story kind of returning in
her mind to that moment in herbedroom, the blinds moving on
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their own, that sound that wakesher up, she couldn't shake, that
feeling that someone orsomething had been there trying
to get her attention, not withfear, but with love, with
urgency, but kind of wrapped ingentle calm, but still urgent.
And the way she recounts thestory, she came to believe that
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it was an unseen angel she neversaw an angel standing at the
foot of her bed. There was nowings, there was no like voice
from the heavens, just these twoflapping blinds with no breeze
to be seen and an undeniablelike deep knowing in her core
that she felt like she was savedthat day. And in the story, the
way she says it is, she stillcalls it one of the most
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profound spiritual experiencesof her life, not because of what
could have happened, but becauseof how she knows, deep in her
heart and soul that she wasguided away from danger. And in
the story, she says she nowoften says that she thinks
angels show up even more than werealize, and sometimes they
don't speak in words. Sometimesthey just nudge a blind or a
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feeling just enough to wake usup, she says, so I thought that
was a really beautiful story.
And I mean, obviously shedoesn't see an actual Angel, but
I wonder if you have hadsomething like that where it's
just an unexplainable something,a physical sign, or something
happening, or a movement, andthen this feeling that you have.
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That's why I wanted to includethis story. The next story is
going to be our last story oftoday, of these real angel
experiences. But it's no lessera story than the others. I
really tried to choose the mostpowerful and varying stories
that I could. And this laststory is called a voice that
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saved a child. This is alsoanonymously submitted to a
totally different website. Andthis is also told by a female,
and the way she tells the storyis on the day of this angel
encounter. She was having thisbig cocktail party at her house,
and where they live, it's kindof near the beach, and lots of
people open their homes, and theneighbors get together. And so
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it was a, you know, a partynormal for the time of season,
and her neighbors are fillingher house, and the party's like,
in full swing. Ing music, youknow, families barbecue going,
and suddenly they run out ofice. So she volunteers, you
know, to go get more. And shegrabs her wallet and keys, and
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they drive like Big Four Wheelvehicles where they are. And so
she, you know, grabs her stuffand, like, heads to the car, to
this big, big four wheel drivevehicle that she has. And the
way she recounts it in the storyis she's like, at the the time
where this house was, it'sdesigned for the tropics, and
upstairs was like enclosed andliving and about raised like 15
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feet up. I This is a weird thingabout me. I sometimes watch
these, like house Hunterinternational type shows, or
like house hunter in thetropics, or if you've ever seen
in kind of like the Gulf Coast,or that part of Florida or
Texas, in these high floodzones, these tropic zones, if
you've never seen it, they putthese giant, like, 15 foot beams
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beneath the houses, and then thehouses are way up on top of
that. And it's so if there'sthese high, you know, hurricane
winds or giant floods, that thehouse itself is often safer. So
that's kind of how her housewas. The the upstairs is like
enclosed for a living space, andthen these 15 foot beams are
underneath, and the the air cankind of pass through wind and
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rain can pass through andunderneath, they have these like
concrete floors that are mostlyopen air. So typically, most
people like park their car underthere so that it can be safe
from the weather, because it'sjust open air, but it's like a
big, big driveway patio underyour house. So that's where her
car was, and she parks it underthere, so if it is raining, you
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know, protects it from theweather. So she grabs her stuff,
kind of heads down those stairsand jumps into her car, and
she's about to, you know, starther, start your engine, so that
she can go grab some ice foreverybody at the party. And she
says she heard, like actuallyheard a voice speaking to her.
She says the voice was notcoming from another person,
because she's all alone.
Everybody else is up at theparty upstairs. But she heard
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the voice so clearly and firmly,and she said the voice very
firmly, directly, clearly, says,look behind the car. So she
didn't even have time to, like,think or process or think, like,
where's this voice coming from?
It's almost like she immediatelystarts moving. She gets out of
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this four wheel vehicle and goesand looks underneath the car,
and there was nothing. And she'sjust like, Okay, this is really
weird. She hears the she hearsthe voice again, look behind the
car. And so then she keepswalking around, keeps trying to
look around. And as she wentaround to the back of her this
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big vehicle, she says in herstory, what she saw felt like
getting like punched in the gut.
She felt actually sick, becausebehind the vehicle, sitting
lined up just perfectly with thewheel, so you couldn't see them,
was a tiny little boy justplaying on his own. And she said
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like immediately she recognizedthe boy. He's a little two year
old, and it's her friend, herneighbor's little boy. She had
invited a bunch of friends tothis party, obviously. And she
said, you know, as thefestivities were going and all
the kids were playing, someonemust have just lost sight of
this little guy. And he musthave just come down the stairs,
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you know, wandered down on hisown to play, and probably just
nobody noticed, because of thehustle and bustle of the party,
she must have lost sight of herson for just a moment, and he
clearly wandered away unseen.
There was enough adult eyes. Shewasn't quite sure how he could
have wandered away unseen, butthat is what happens. And she
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said, even as she thinks aboutthe story to tell it on this
website, she gets chills, andshe says, like sitting behind,
sitting behind that vehicle, thememory of like seeing that
little boy just innocentlyplaying, it still gives her the
chills, like goose bumps allover to think about how close
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they came to a tragedy that day.
And she said, occasionally, veryrarely she hears that mysterious
voice still, but when she does,she never hesitates. She listens
right away and gets on top ofit. It hasn't been as dramatic
as this occurrence, but onelittle boy is alive because she
listened to that calm, steady,direct voice that she received.
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So a short story, but a reallypowerful story. And I love that
through these stories, we hadone that was, you know, this
voice just out of nowhere, onethat was just those blinds
flipping. We had the other thatwas, you know, an actual visual.
Experience of this angel ofpeace with her dad in the
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hospital. We have my experience,which is that amazing man that
saved my life, as far as I'mconcerned. And we have that
incredible stranger on the trainthat gave this deep wisdom,
inspired by spirit, the womanbelieves so as we close out
today's episode, I want to leaveyou with this gentle reminder.
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Angels don't always arrive withwings. Sometimes they show up in
muddy boots and flannel jacketsand soft smiles or steady hands.
Sometimes they don't sayanything at all, but something
about their presence shifts theentire energy of a moment. Maybe
they're Divine Messengers. Maybethey're human beings just being
(45:46):
nudged by spirit or angels justat the right time, or maybe
they're both. But whatever youbelieve, I invite you to stay
open to the possibility thathelp, divine, guidance, comfort,
connection, peace can appearsometimes out of the blue when
we least expect it, and ifyou've ever had your own Angel
(46:09):
moment, no matter how big orsmall, I would truly love to
hear about it, you can email mejoy at joyful medium.com You can
leave it in a comment. Whereveryou're listening to or watching
this episode. You could email itto me right through my website,
because these stories matter,these small accounts, these big
(46:30):
accounts, however, however, theexperience shows up. It's
important to share it, even ifyou want to share it
anonymously, it's not only thestories themselves that matter,
but they remind us of thisinvisible thread of grace and
support that weaves through allof our lives. So until next
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time, I hope that you will stayopen, stay connected and know
that you are never truly alone.
You know I'm always grateful foryou being here with me. And I
think that this is perfecttiming in the energy and
everything that is happening tojust remind us that sometimes
(47:13):
perhaps there are biggerenergies moving among us. So Big
hugs, lots of love. Of course,we all need that. Bye for now.
From inside Spirit speakTuesday. You.
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