A young girl sees angels but her parents told her they were only imaginary friends. Do we discount such experiences our children have?
by Jennifer of Queens, NYC
I am currently 14 years old (2009), and I have been told by many pychologists that I am an "indigo child."
Up into now I still see angels, sometimes, but not as frequently as I did. Many people believe that all children have this ability to see angels, but many forget these angel encounters or choose to close that connection. I have been seeing angels, I believe, since I was six. I do not have pictures. I will not take pictures; all I have are memories and experiences. If you choose not to believe them then, it is fine with me.
I used to see three angels: this boy with a white glowing robe, with a green bag tied to his waist. He carried a sword strapped to his waist and wore a crown with leaves. I believe he is a healer. I also remember a girl with an apple in her hand, glowing, also like her brother. And last, but not least, a baby with light brown curly hair, also glowing like the other two.
My parents used to tell me that they weren't real, that they were imaginary friends like every other 4 year olds have; but when I turned 7, they realized that the time for imaginary friends was long past. I barely recall what the angels used to say to me or the reason why they were there. I never asked. The oldest boy angel told me that they were my guardian angels, and they would always be there and would appear in my biggest moment of need. I know that even though the boy was the oldest, the girl would be running errands for other angels. I know this might sound stupid, but for God, too. The angels were always there for me as they protected me and talked to me. If I asked questions they would respond.
I remember one night I had asked them if my grandma was going to be alright, because she had been with a cold for two weeks, and she wasn't getting better. Then I asked them what heaven was like. They told me my grandma would live many more years and that they would ask God to take her when it was absolutely necessary. I recall they tried to describe it the best way possible, and when I told them I still did not understand, they said they could show me (but I declined). They guided me, and they scolded me when I did something bad. I truly love them. One day, they told me I couldn't be with them that much anymore, and they would have to reduce their visits to a minimum and that I could not see them that much -- maybe twice a year. I cried a lot.
I cried for two whole days straight; but at the time, I thought I had done something wrong, and they were being punished because of me. Until Most recently, I realized that as angels they have other duties to perform, other people to take care of, being the highest position of angels.
I have a gift of not only being able to see angels but to be able to see things that will happen. When I was in first grade, I drew a picture of two burning buildings. Three days later, 9/11 happened. My grandpa had been diagnosed with cancer and, one night, I dreamt exactly how he was going to die. The next day, my father told me my grandpa had passed away at night. I believe the angels left me this gift because I was meant to help other people.