Messages From Spirit Guides - The Man In The Dark

One unforgettable experience, which I would rather not recall was an crime that almost happened to me.

It was a warm night in late May of 1995 when I decided to walk home from work. It was barely 9 pm. The crisp night air was beckoning. After I passed the neon lighted street, I came to a short bridge. It was dark in that part of the road. My apartment was just a block away. From afar, I noticed a guy walking toward me. He was on the other side of the road. There was no one else. Suddenly, my heart started pounding. A voice told me to “watch out for him and get ready”. I could swear that every time something terrible is about to happen, I just get this nasty feeling inside me. My chest would feel like a hollow drum and I would hear my heart pounding. I meet so many people everyday, I wouldn’t really take time keenly observing one individual but that night, I just had to fix my eyes on the man.

A car passed by. As the car’s tail lights faded away into darkness and although I cannot recall ever noticing his features or the color of the clothes he was wearing, I noticed that after he passed me, he crossed the road to go to my side and walked directly at my back. It was strange knowing that if he wanted to turn back, he could just right about face on his side of the road. He had another plan. Then I started to brisk walk and ended up running when I heard him start running. My suspicions were confirmed. Suddenly he grabbed for my hair. During that time, I wore it long, reaching just above my waist. As he grabbed my hair, he pushed my back with his other hand, bringing me down on my knees. I had a bag hanging on my right shoulder and I was clutching a paper bag. The man grabbed for my paper bag and he was also pulling at my arm. It seemed he was after my bag and me. Good thing I was able to call out for help. People from the nearest house came running out of their front door so the man released his hold on me. The first neighbor reached me just before the guy jumped into the pitch black shallow river with my paper bag. My knees were all bruised and bleeding. I was wearing an office uniform – a pair of navy blue pencil cut skirt and short-sleeved blouse. The skirt’s length was just above my knees such that the fall rendered my stockings all dirty and torn. I was lucky; I think the man was unarmed.

Looking back, I did listen to that voice. It warned me, like it always does. After a few minutes, the place was roaring with police cars. There was no trace of the man, only my scattered possessions and the paper bag, all floating on the river. The other end of the river is an entry to another community, which is where he must have hidden. Every single night after that, I faithfully rode a cab straight home. It took me months before I regained confidence to walk by myself after sunset.

Have you ever been stalked? Tell me about it. 

Messages From Spirit Guides - Road Accident

One day in January 2004, when I was checking out what was on TV, I got hooked on CNN where Larry King was interviewing a famous psychic lady. I think her name was Sylvia Brown. She was taking calls from all over. People were asking about their dead friends and relatives’ present state in the spiritual realm. Then she mentioned that every one of us have spirit guides. I instantly believed her. She even said they had names.

Well, although they are spirits and they guide us, I would rather call them Angels. One thing that convinced me that Angels do exist was in 1995. My sister, together with her toddler, was babysitting for my other sister whose little girl was just 3 years old then. While they were playing, the 2 little girls suddenly looked up grinning and started clapping their hands. In wonder, my sister asked what they were looking at and as you guessed, she described what looked like an angel dancing –he was tall, beautiful, had long hair and was in blue clothes. But my sister couldn’t see anyone there. Somebody once told me that only little kids can see them, and I mean little, not older kids.

Anyway, this story revolves around what I think are experiences involving what I want to call “angels”.

It was a bright day in February 1990 when I and my girlfriends were riding in a jeepney heading for the city’s main business district.

A Jeepney is one form of the public utility vehicle used in the Philippines. The driver sits in front with one or two passengers alongside him. At the back would be 2 long benches facing each other where about 16 to 20 passengers can be accommodated. It is an improved version of the military jeeps used by American servicemen when they were fighting for the war in the 1940’s. Improved, in the sense that the benches are longer, most have karaoke, small TV, great upholstery, a door, windows, air conditioning and some even have a small disco light.

I was seated at the very tail on one side just near the door. We just finished our class. I was in my first year in the university. We were immersed in our usual chat about school. The jeep was not packed. The route was just so familiar that I did not care to notice. We passed the usual school supplies stores, convenience stores, restaurants, banks, gasoline station and hardware stores on both sides.

Then it happened so fast. I suddenly realized that something was urging me to clutch on to the door. But I brushed the feeling aside, thinking it was strange and unnecessary. I just looked toward the door and went on chatting. I never noticed if the vehicle we were in was going too fast, which I now think it was. A split second later came a loud crashing sound. Everybody was thrown about so badly. I hit my head on side of the jeep. I had to get an x-ray. My head hurt for 3 days and so did the rest of my body. When the jeep crashed, the people in my side of the bench came crashing on me, which made my head hit all the more strongly. I was lucky that my head was intact although I suffered a few blue marks from the tell tale accident. Instantly, I was overwhelmed by regret for not listening to that voice. The last thing I could do was thank God for my skull. The impact was strong, but so is my skull. Some people ended up with stitches on their head. We were most likely over speeding when the vehicle in front suddenly came to a complete halt. I don’t know for what reason it did. Our jeepney driver was taken by surprise that it was too late for him to hit the brakes. The jeep’s nose and headlights were flattened and deformed. It started traffic.