Are Guardian Angels Real?

Spirituality, Meditation and Energy Healing

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Bro. Jeffrey Pioquinto, SJ – Flicker CC

Guardian Angels?  Aw…C’mon…Seriously?

I know people who swear by them as protectors of Divine will.  I’ve heard numerous accounts and seen their helping hands in a number of difficult situations.  I’ve even heard stories of angels slipping through the cracks of ether and visiting us in the physical world.  However, those stories sounded like tall tales; wishful thinking.  I was pretty skeptical until I went mountain climbing about 20 years ago.

In the early 1990’s, I was living in a small mountain town.  A friend of mine and I decided to take a trip to the Olympic National Park in Washington State and climb Mt. Olympus.  There was a friend of ours in town who had just separated from his wife and kids.  He was pretty down in the dumps so we invited him along.  We figured the trip could do him some good.  His name was Trevor.

The first day of the trip consisted of an 18-mile hike from the trail head to a shelter below tree line.  It was an arduous hike for anybody especially with climbing gear.  Since we were all young and in pretty good shape, we figured we could handle it.  We eventually dragged ourselves to base camp late in the day and went to bed early.  We had to get up at sunrise to hit the mountain.

After slogging all day and negotiating a little fog, we finally made it to the top.  The last hundred feet was a steep scramble that didn’t require ropes.  As we started up, Trevor decided to wait where he was.  He didn’t have the strength to climb the last hundred feet.  He had been a trooper all day and never complained but we could tell his heart weighed about ten thousand pounds.  His physical body was fine; his strength was zapped by the burden he carried around his heart.

We made it back to the shelter by late afternoon and spent the rest of the day lying around, eating, and reading stories to each other.  As the afternoon progressed, we heard something off in the distance and saw four people making their way up their trail.  It was an East German family made up of a beautiful husband and wife with two skinny little girls, ages 10 and 12.

They had emigrated from East Germany to Vancouver, B.C., just before the Wall came down in 1988.  As we chit-chatted away, I noticed some peculiarities.  First off, they didn’t look particularly outdoorsy.  In fact, they were very clean with no dirt anywhere.  According to them, they made the entire 18-mile hike that day but looked as if they hadn’t broken a sweat all day.  I’m sorry, but there’s no way they could make that hike in one day with two skinny little kids.  It was tough enough for us, but with two kids?  Forget it!

Trevor began to talk to them in German.  He wasn’t fluent but they humored him.  They hadn’t spoken much German in a while and it reminded them of home.  As the conversation continued, I noticed the weight hanging over Trevor’s heart started to lift.  He cracked a smile, his eyes brightened up, his face lifted.  It was wonderful to watch..

As they parted, we wondered where they were going to camp.  It was only about one or two hundred yards to the end of the trai–then nothing but boulders and snow.  Everywhere else along the trail was heavily covered in brush, steep, and strewn with rocks.  They weren’t going to get a tent in anywhere, let alone for four people.  As we slowly came to that conclusion, we agreed we should invite them down to share our campsite.  Trevor took off to find them.

Fifteen minutes later, he came back looking perplexed.  They were nowhere to be found.  So we all went up, just to make sure nothing unfortunate had happened.  We looked everywhere.  There were no footprints, no campfire.  But there no place they could go.  You can’t hide a family in a tiny patch of woods, especially with two little kids.  If they came back down, they’d have to pass us.  They wouldn’t go ahead; hiking up the mountain at nightfall was nuts.  They didn’t seem crazy.  They just disappeared.

We shrugged our shoulders, went back to the shelter, got some sleep, and headed out the next morning.  On the hike out, something amazing happened to Trevor.  He was bursting with joy.  The encounter he had with the family generated deep spontaneous healing.  He was full of optimistic hope, overflowing with elation, excited for all of life’s possibilities.  Either he was going through a complete personality change or part of his personality was emerging that had been repressed his entire life.  It was a sight to see.

In the years I’ve known Trevor since; it appears his personality shift was permanent.  He’s nowhere near the sullen guy he used to be.  Futhermore, as irony would have it, he remarried and now has two skinny step daughters of his own.  Saying he’s happy would be a grand understatement.

To this day, he swears the family we met on the trail were his guardian angels.

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6 thoughts on “Are Guardian Angels Real?

  1. This was a great story! I’ve heard a few stories first hand from people who have seen/met a guardian angel! I have only met them in meditation but one of my experiences was very interesting and made me a believer 🙂

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    1. I’ve several direct experiences in the 3D physical world. They have always been unexpected and always at times of experiencing pinnacle emotions (i.e. depression, gratitude, joy, etc). It’s like the heighten emotional states have acted as doorways.

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      1. Haha I will do! I often ask for help and signs and always receive help so maybe I should ask them for a physical connection. Thanks

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