Wednesday, June 16, 2010

paraNormal

I used to fervently pray that God wouldn't send me an angel. That's why She must have chuckled to herself on the day She actually sent one and I didn't mind so much. In fact, I was grateful. God has a sense of humor like that.
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The study session had gone as well as can be expected. My history final was the next day and for the first time in all of my college history classes, I liked the professor and the class. The class was small - only 30 people or so - as opposed to the huge auditorium classes that seated 250 students, the ones where teaching assistants are assigned to and responsible for students numbers 28385 - 28523 and are supposed to take roll and grade exams while the fat professor stands at his podium and drolls on about American baseball, Roosevelt being the best president, and what a disaster it was when women got the right to vote.

My small class was fun. The professor lectured, yes, but he also welcomed discussion. I was hooked. Oh, and there was a cute boy in the class who sat by me and happened to be my study buddy. In fact the night before the exam, we had been studying together in my dorm room. I noticed my friend was not feeling well. Even though he smiled and flirted, trying his best to come across as "fine", it was clear that he needed to wrap up the study session and go home. We did. I went over my notes one last time, and fell asleep confident that the test would be, at the very least, manageable.
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I don't remember much of the next day. I remember sitting in the test room, the walls spinning. My friend was absent. I knew if he felt half of what I was feeling - nauseous, hot, delirious, like my head was a boulder balancing precariously on a flimsy twig - there was no way he should be there. Half-way through the exam I was struck with an overwhelming sense of hopelessness. This was my last exam of the semester. I couldn't make my pen move. I had put my head down on the desk and couldn't seem to pick it up. I may have been crying. I remember closing my eyes and opening them, not knowing how much time had passed.

Somehow, I stood up and handed in my test, most of it blank paper, mostly unfinished. I remember standing in front of the professor,seeing only his glasses and eyes, hearing him mumble a question, something about me being ok. I don't recall if I answered. The next thing I remember was standing outside of the lecture hall. I couldn't remember where I lived. I didn't know in what direction I should walk. It was getting dark outside.

That's when I met an angel.
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There are so many interpretations of what angels are. Some believe that angels are glorious beings - warriors and messengers - light shining around them, the boldness of the Spirit coursing through them. They are immaculate, bearers of fanfare and majesty. Some believe that angels are beings that kneel prostrate to Man. They might have been first drafts of humankind, but were not given free will and are, therefore, more like servants. In any case, they can come in any form - cherubim, seraphim, burning bushes, lightning, dreams.

Mine came in the form of a young female voice.
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As I stood outside of the lecture hall helpless, a girl my age addressed me. She said, "Hey, I think we live in the same dorm. Coleman Hall, right?" I assume I nodded. She said, "I'll walk with you."

I remember feeling a little less distraught in that moment. I do not recall speaking to her, nor do I remember the path we took to get home. I don't remember her form, other than I recognized that it was similar to mine. I had obviously never met her, but I trusted her. She did not glow or carry armour. I'm not sure she was truly physically there.
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My fever was 105 - dangerous. There was talk of going to the hospital. For three days I was confined to my bed. A nasty virus was going around we learned later.

I ended up making a B in the history class; the professor obviously had mercy on me. I have no idea who the girl was that led me home. Whether truly a messenger of God or no, I can say with some certainty that she was heaven sent.

This post was inspired by the Loose Bloggers Consortium, a small and feisty(!) global community. We write weekly on a common topic (Paranormal, this week) and post responses - all of us together, simultaneously, from all over the world. (Lovely!) Please visit Anu, Ashok, Conrad, gaelikaa, Grannymar, Judy, Magpie 11, Maria and Ramana for other wonderful posts.

10 comments:

Rummuser said...

While I accept that it happened, I find it difficult to accept that it was paranormal. There is some logical explanation for the whole thing and it would eventually come to you in time.

Jen said...

I do believe angels come in the form of humans. OK maybe they're not really angels but I do believe the Lord knows what you need and she was definitely heaven sent!! I am glad you were ok! 105 degree fever is REALLY scary!!

MelRoXx said...

I too, believe that angels come in form of humans. I've heard stories about it :)

You experience was really interesting!

xxx

gaelikaa said...

Oh, I'd say that was an angel all right, without a doubt.

I got a virus like that once. Luckily I was at home when it occurred, although alone. It was quite terrifying...

Hillbilly Duhn said...

While I can't say that I believe it to be paranormal or not, since each of us experience the world differently, I'm curious about the fact that you wrote, "She sent me one." She as in God is a She?

I like different views of God.

Ashok said...

There was this one time as a kid when I and a friend of mine used to feed these puppies which were mongrels growing up in the street. Strangely the mother trusted us not harm them.

When my friend went abroad for a few days, I was walking her dog when an angry bull for some joy starting charging towards me with its sharp horns. I made a break for it, running as hard as I can, but my speed was very poor back then. Just when I could feel the breath of the bull, the mother of those pups came charging towards the bull and scared it away.

I know the term "bitch" is used in a very negative sense. But the connotation apart, that that bitch was my angel. She is probably responsible for me writing this comment.

Conrad said...

Well, you've done it again. Got me thinking.

I've often wondered about the nature of illness and its effects on perception. The standard answer is, of course, that fever changes biochemical, electrical impulses in the brain and simply leads to semi-random firing. But, I wonder sometimes if a part of it might be that our "defenses" that we employ to hold our world together breaks down and we start to perceive beyond the normal boundaries of our existence.

Maria said...

When you said you never wanted an angel sent your way by God I had to go back and copy part of my comment to David on paranormal. It was where I confessed t I still sleeping with the sheet or a blanket over my head. You see, being raised Catholic and attending Catholic School, I was filled with stories of the Blessed Virgin appearing to children. The movie Song of Bernadette was playing in the theatres and Our Lady of Fatima was a favorite story for the nuns to read to their young students. Well frankly, I felt sorry for those kids and not being one to rock the boat, so to speak, I decided if the BVM was going to appear to me, I wasn’t available.

I believe in angels or humans who are kind like angels or in the protective animals like Ashtok talks about in his comment.

As a;ways, I enjoyed reading your Friday post.

Ginger said...

Rummuser - Probably there is a logical explanation, but does it matter whether or not the person /being that helped me may have been in some way divine? I don't know..

Jen Mel and Ashok - I agree. Angels or the spirit of kindness is what I would call divine and therefore can come in human and animal form.

gaelikaa - You were alone? Geez. How scary!

HD - Yes, I rock the boat a bit with my female pronoun for God. The truth is, it doesn't really matter to me. I think it's kind of funny that we assign human traits to God, especially gender. At the same time, I like the idea of the nurturing, protecting, lovely God who weilds the righteous anger (Venus and Demeter meet Clytaemnestra) - the feminine, in other words.

Conrad - I also agree with you, if it's possible to talk out of both sides of my mouth. In a different thread (and still similar), it's an old wive's tale that babies who have not been "distracted" by this world are able to see spirits. That's why they cry so often in the night.
I guess we won't know until we're dead.. and even then we might not know.

Maria - I laughed when I read your comment. I hear ya! Indeed. :) You are v. lovely..

Sandy said...

There's no way to email you from your comments and I can't find a way to contact you on your blog so I'm resorting to this.

Regarding my post about finding an adopted family member, I expected to hear from an adoptee who wouldn't want to be reunited. As you can tell from my post, Betty was apprehensive about that as well. What I didn't say was that she nearly died last December and for her it was important to find her sister. Thankfully her sister felt the same way. But I can totally imagine how such a contact could throw your life into a spin.

Thanks for commenting.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

paraNormal

I used to fervently pray that God wouldn't send me an angel. That's why She must have chuckled to herself on the day She actually sent one and I didn't mind so much. In fact, I was grateful. God has a sense of humor like that.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The study session had gone as well as can be expected. My history final was the next day and for the first time in all of my college history classes, I liked the professor and the class. The class was small - only 30 people or so - as opposed to the huge auditorium classes that seated 250 students, the ones where teaching assistants are assigned to and responsible for students numbers 28385 - 28523 and are supposed to take roll and grade exams while the fat professor stands at his podium and drolls on about American baseball, Roosevelt being the best president, and what a disaster it was when women got the right to vote.

My small class was fun. The professor lectured, yes, but he also welcomed discussion. I was hooked. Oh, and there was a cute boy in the class who sat by me and happened to be my study buddy. In fact the night before the exam, we had been studying together in my dorm room. I noticed my friend was not feeling well. Even though he smiled and flirted, trying his best to come across as "fine", it was clear that he needed to wrap up the study session and go home. We did. I went over my notes one last time, and fell asleep confident that the test would be, at the very least, manageable.
_______________________________________________________

I don't remember much of the next day. I remember sitting in the test room, the walls spinning. My friend was absent. I knew if he felt half of what I was feeling - nauseous, hot, delirious, like my head was a boulder balancing precariously on a flimsy twig - there was no way he should be there. Half-way through the exam I was struck with an overwhelming sense of hopelessness. This was my last exam of the semester. I couldn't make my pen move. I had put my head down on the desk and couldn't seem to pick it up. I may have been crying. I remember closing my eyes and opening them, not knowing how much time had passed.

Somehow, I stood up and handed in my test, most of it blank paper, mostly unfinished. I remember standing in front of the professor,seeing only his glasses and eyes, hearing him mumble a question, something about me being ok. I don't recall if I answered. The next thing I remember was standing outside of the lecture hall. I couldn't remember where I lived. I didn't know in what direction I should walk. It was getting dark outside.

That's when I met an angel.
_________________________________________________________
There are so many interpretations of what angels are. Some believe that angels are glorious beings - warriors and messengers - light shining around them, the boldness of the Spirit coursing through them. They are immaculate, bearers of fanfare and majesty. Some believe that angels are beings that kneel prostrate to Man. They might have been first drafts of humankind, but were not given free will and are, therefore, more like servants. In any case, they can come in any form - cherubim, seraphim, burning bushes, lightning, dreams.

Mine came in the form of a young female voice.
__________________________________________________________
As I stood outside of the lecture hall helpless, a girl my age addressed me. She said, "Hey, I think we live in the same dorm. Coleman Hall, right?" I assume I nodded. She said, "I'll walk with you."

I remember feeling a little less distraught in that moment. I do not recall speaking to her, nor do I remember the path we took to get home. I don't remember her form, other than I recognized that it was similar to mine. I had obviously never met her, but I trusted her. She did not glow or carry armour. I'm not sure she was truly physically there.
___________________________________________________________
My fever was 105 - dangerous. There was talk of going to the hospital. For three days I was confined to my bed. A nasty virus was going around we learned later.

I ended up making a B in the history class; the professor obviously had mercy on me. I have no idea who the girl was that led me home. Whether truly a messenger of God or no, I can say with some certainty that she was heaven sent.

This post was inspired by the Loose Bloggers Consortium, a small and feisty(!) global community. We write weekly on a common topic (Paranormal, this week) and post responses - all of us together, simultaneously, from all over the world. (Lovely!) Please visit Anu, Ashok, Conrad, gaelikaa, Grannymar, Judy, Magpie 11, Maria and Ramana for other wonderful posts.

10 comments:

Rummuser said...

While I accept that it happened, I find it difficult to accept that it was paranormal. There is some logical explanation for the whole thing and it would eventually come to you in time.

Jen said...

I do believe angels come in the form of humans. OK maybe they're not really angels but I do believe the Lord knows what you need and she was definitely heaven sent!! I am glad you were ok! 105 degree fever is REALLY scary!!

MelRoXx said...

I too, believe that angels come in form of humans. I've heard stories about it :)

You experience was really interesting!

xxx

gaelikaa said...

Oh, I'd say that was an angel all right, without a doubt.

I got a virus like that once. Luckily I was at home when it occurred, although alone. It was quite terrifying...

Hillbilly Duhn said...

While I can't say that I believe it to be paranormal or not, since each of us experience the world differently, I'm curious about the fact that you wrote, "She sent me one." She as in God is a She?

I like different views of God.

Ashok said...

There was this one time as a kid when I and a friend of mine used to feed these puppies which were mongrels growing up in the street. Strangely the mother trusted us not harm them.

When my friend went abroad for a few days, I was walking her dog when an angry bull for some joy starting charging towards me with its sharp horns. I made a break for it, running as hard as I can, but my speed was very poor back then. Just when I could feel the breath of the bull, the mother of those pups came charging towards the bull and scared it away.

I know the term "bitch" is used in a very negative sense. But the connotation apart, that that bitch was my angel. She is probably responsible for me writing this comment.

Conrad said...

Well, you've done it again. Got me thinking.

I've often wondered about the nature of illness and its effects on perception. The standard answer is, of course, that fever changes biochemical, electrical impulses in the brain and simply leads to semi-random firing. But, I wonder sometimes if a part of it might be that our "defenses" that we employ to hold our world together breaks down and we start to perceive beyond the normal boundaries of our existence.

Maria said...

When you said you never wanted an angel sent your way by God I had to go back and copy part of my comment to David on paranormal. It was where I confessed t I still sleeping with the sheet or a blanket over my head. You see, being raised Catholic and attending Catholic School, I was filled with stories of the Blessed Virgin appearing to children. The movie Song of Bernadette was playing in the theatres and Our Lady of Fatima was a favorite story for the nuns to read to their young students. Well frankly, I felt sorry for those kids and not being one to rock the boat, so to speak, I decided if the BVM was going to appear to me, I wasn’t available.

I believe in angels or humans who are kind like angels or in the protective animals like Ashtok talks about in his comment.

As a;ways, I enjoyed reading your Friday post.

Ginger said...

Rummuser - Probably there is a logical explanation, but does it matter whether or not the person /being that helped me may have been in some way divine? I don't know..

Jen Mel and Ashok - I agree. Angels or the spirit of kindness is what I would call divine and therefore can come in human and animal form.

gaelikaa - You were alone? Geez. How scary!

HD - Yes, I rock the boat a bit with my female pronoun for God. The truth is, it doesn't really matter to me. I think it's kind of funny that we assign human traits to God, especially gender. At the same time, I like the idea of the nurturing, protecting, lovely God who weilds the righteous anger (Venus and Demeter meet Clytaemnestra) - the feminine, in other words.

Conrad - I also agree with you, if it's possible to talk out of both sides of my mouth. In a different thread (and still similar), it's an old wive's tale that babies who have not been "distracted" by this world are able to see spirits. That's why they cry so often in the night.
I guess we won't know until we're dead.. and even then we might not know.

Maria - I laughed when I read your comment. I hear ya! Indeed. :) You are v. lovely..

Sandy said...

There's no way to email you from your comments and I can't find a way to contact you on your blog so I'm resorting to this.

Regarding my post about finding an adopted family member, I expected to hear from an adoptee who wouldn't want to be reunited. As you can tell from my post, Betty was apprehensive about that as well. What I didn't say was that she nearly died last December and for her it was important to find her sister. Thankfully her sister felt the same way. But I can totally imagine how such a contact could throw your life into a spin.

Thanks for commenting.