<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17204204.post113641086703285490..comments</id><updated>2009-11-16T23:19:10.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Angels Everywhere: Are Angels Our Loved Ones?</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelart.blogspot.com/feeds/113641086703285490/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17204204/113641086703285490/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelart.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-angels-our-loved-ones.html'/><author><name>drj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17953306067998570262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17204204.post-115254046702344466</id><published>2006-07-10T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T10:07:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Christian I have always believed in life a...</title><content type='html'>Being a Christian I have always believed in life after death through God &amp; Jesus Christ. Here is my true Angelic vision:&lt;BR/&gt;Many years ago my Mom died when I was only 12 years old. Naturally this was devastating for me. Every time a new occasion arose I felt a stab of pain deep in my heart. When my father gave me a key to the house, the door was never locked before because Mom was always home to greet me when I returned home from school, the first Mother's Day, the first Thanksgiving, I had to cook the turkey that year, the first Christmas, the list goes on and on.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;As the years passed, naturally the pain subsides and you come to believe,  through many prayers to God and Jesus Christ. you have learned to live with the reality. &lt;BR/&gt;Getting engaged when I was 23 years old was a joyous occasion for me. As the wedding plans were being formulated and the date drew closer and closer, I started to feel that old familiar stab of pain deep in my heart because my Mother was not going to be sitting in the first row. This was a major event in my life and I felt cheated! Not only that but I thought I would walk down the isle crying and ruin the whole event!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;About a week before my wedding I prayed to God and Jesus Christ to ease my pain and take away my anger so I wouldn't ruin my wedding day. I prayed hard and long with my eyes closed and then it happened! A bright light, very small at first growing larger and closer, revealed a vision of my Mother's face. In my mind I heard her speak, "I will be with you, rejoicing with you on your wedding day." Then the light grew smaller until it diapered all together.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I immediately opened my eyes and very excitedly told my fiancée, who was sitting on the other couch in the same room with me, what had just happened! Words could not then nor can they now describe the happiness, love, comfort and peace that filled my heart and my spirit when God allowed my Mother to come to me. Needless to say, I walked down the isle with a smile on my face, happiness in my heart and a comforted spirit, not only because my mother was with me, but because through God and Jesus Christ my prayers were answered during my hour of greatest need.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Non-spiritual or non-Christians may say I fell asleep and dreamed this event. Let me explain, I have dreamed of my Mother many times since her death both before and after God and Jesus Christ sent my Mother to comfort me. I know when I have been sleeping and not. When ever I dream about my Mother I see her whole body and not just her face, there is realistic scenery not bright light and in my dreams my Mother never speaks to me or anyone.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;One religious man who read my story emailed me and told me that according to the Bible, my true story could not possibly have occurred. While I am a Christian, I am not a Bible scholar, never-the-less, I know my story is true just as I have written it.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17204204/113641086703285490/comments/default/115254046702344466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17204204/113641086703285490/comments/default/115254046702344466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelart.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-angels-our-loved-ones.html?showComment=1152540420000#c115254046702344466' title=''/><author><name>Elaine_AngelCloudGifts</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01624390804484038177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://angelart.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-angels-our-loved-ones.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17204204.post-113641086703285490' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17204204/posts/default/113641086703285490' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17204204.post-114334943311542516</id><published>2006-03-26T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T00:03:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I certainly believe in angels.Back in May of 2003 ...</title><content type='html'>I certainly believe in angels.&lt;BR/&gt;Back in May of 2003 I became very ill.  I was hospitalized with a severe blood infection.  Within a week I had taken 8 grand mal seizures, several petit mal and slipped into a coma.  I was on life support for 6 days.  The day before I came out of the coma my parents were told by my physician that if I didn't wake up the following day they would have to make the decision to either leave me on life support and risk brain damage or to pull the plug and let me go.  They went home and started making my funeral arrangements.  That same day my brother (who I am extremely close to) was sitting by my bedside when he suddenly got up and told my parents not to worry because I would awaken the following day.  When they asked him how he knew, he told them he just did.  Well I did awaken the next day as he predicted.  A few weeks later he told me he knew I was going to be alright.  When I asked him how he knew he got this look on his face and said "You told me so."  I told him he had lost his mind as I was in a coma and I had heard nothing the whole time I was unconscious.  He said he couldn't explain it but he heard me tell him loud and clear "Don't worry.  I will awaken tomorrow."  Now, I know he believes he heard me but I think what he heard was an angel assuring him I would be fine.  And for that guardian angel, I will be forever thankful.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17204204/113641086703285490/comments/default/114334943311542516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17204204/113641086703285490/comments/default/114334943311542516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelart.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-angels-our-loved-ones.html?showComment=1143349380000#c114334943311542516' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08861919926996426531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://angelart.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-angels-our-loved-ones.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17204204.post-113641086703285490' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17204204/posts/default/113641086703285490' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17204204.post-114252964869891139</id><published>2006-03-16T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T12:20:00.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, thanks for your story. I enjoyed your website ...</title><content type='html'>Hi, thanks for your story. I enjoyed your website also. Yes, I believe it was God Who gave you that message from your Grandma as she died. &lt;BR/&gt;You will see her again - no doubt!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17204204/113641086703285490/comments/default/114252964869891139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17204204/113641086703285490/comments/default/114252964869891139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelart.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-angels-our-loved-ones.html?showComment=1142529600000#c114252964869891139' title=''/><author><name>Kathyjoyful2day</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17945213227313434111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://angelart.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-angels-our-loved-ones.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17204204.post-113641086703285490' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17204204/posts/default/113641086703285490' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>