Real, true angel stories collected from actual witnesses over many years.
This video features powerful firsthand accounts of angelic intervention, communication, and divine guidance. These stories offer hope, inspiration, and a glimpse into a realm where higher beings may be watching over us.
For centuries, people from all walks of life have shared incredible experiences with angels—spiritual beings who appear in moments of crisis, bring messages of comfort, or guide us in mysterious ways.
In True Angel Stories Vol 1, you’ll hear moving testimonies from those who believe they’ve been touched by angelic forces—stories that are enlightening, thought-provoking, and deeply emotional.
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Christmas Angel Story
“The Magic Letter”
by Dean Kiser
Once again, I had run away and really do not know why. I would walk out the gate to go to school and then keep walking, and walking, and walking.
I had just turned eleven years old the week before. It was almost dark; I was tired, scared, cold, and all alone. I had not eaten all day and was afraid to turn myself into the police. I knew I would receive another beating once I returned to the Children’s Home Society in Jacksonville, Florida. There was nothing for me to do, except keep on walking.
As darkness fell, I made my way over to the city park located on Park Street. I entered the darkened area and sat down on one of the wooden benches hoping to avoid the police cars. It was cold and I began to shiver uncontrollably. All was quiet except for the passing cars in
the distance.
“Well, hello young man.” A voice came from behind me.
I jumped, almost falling off the park bench. My heart was beating ninety miles per hour, and I could feel it thumping in the side of my neck. I gasped, but I could hardly catch my breath. I looked up and saw a woman standing behind me in the shadows.
“You look cold,” she said. “I’m cold. I’m real, real cold.” I continued to shiver. “Here wrap this around you.” I watched as she took off her shawl and wrapped it around my shoulders.
“But ain’t you gonna be cold now?” “I’ll be ok.” “Is there anything else you need?” she questioned. “I sure could use some food.” “Follow me,” she said.
I walked with her about twenty feet, then she stopped under one of the park streetlights. She held out her hand and said, “Here, you take this letter and give it to the store owner.” I looked at her outstretched arm but saw nothing in her hand. “There’s nothing in your hand,” I told her.
“Roger, reach out and take the letter from my hand,” she replied. Slowly I reached out, acting as though I was taking something from her hand. “Now close your thumb and finger and hold the paper tightly,” she instructed. I closed my thumb and finger as though I were grasping the letter.
“Take it to any store owner.”
“What do I say to them?”
“Nothing,” she replied.
“But what store do I go to?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she said, as she smiled.
I turned and began walking toward Five Points. Several blocks down the road, I came to a store with a woman sitting behind a counter. I opened the door, walked in, and stopped directly in front of her.
“Can I help you?” asked the woman.
I was hesitant to talk and had no idea what I should say. Very slowly I held out my hand toward her. I watched her face to see if she might think I was crazy or something.
“Is that for me?” she asked.
“Yes Ma’am.” I looked down at the floor.
She reached out and as her hand touched mine, I opened my tightly closed fingers and stood there waiting. She pulled back, smiled, and looked down at her hands. She immediately turned and walked to the back of the store. I began to inch toward the front door for fear she might be calling the police. Just as I made it to the front door, I stopped as I heard someone call my name. I turned around and saw the woman holding a paper plate.
“Roger, here is something for you to eat.”
“How did you know my name?” I asked her.
“It was on the paper.”
“But there wasn’t no paper. I didn’t see no paper,” I told her.
She smiled and motioned for me to eat by twirling her finger in front of her mouth. Within two or three minutes, I had downed the entire plate of food and several Coca Colas.
“Are you full?” she asked.
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Then it’s time for you to go.”
I turned to leave when I felt her hand on my shoulder.
“Here, your paper. You almost forgot your letter,” she said, holding out her hand.
Again seeing nothing, I held out my hand and closed my thumb and finger as though I were taking something from her. Tightly grasping nothing more than air, I walked out into the street and headed back to the park. When I arrived, the old woman was sitting on the park bench.
“Did you eat?” she asked.
“Yes Ma’am, and I had two Coca Colas, too.”
“Good.”
“How do you do that magic?” I asked her.
“It’s not magic.”
“But how does everyone know my name?”
“It is written in the letter.”
“Can I have the letter so I can be magic too?” I asked.
She reached out, took my hand, and opened my tightly closed fingers. Whatever was being held between my fingers, she took and placed into her apron pocket. “Would you help someone if they were hungry?” she asked me.
“Yes Ma’am.
“Would you help someone if they were hurt, cold or scared?”
“Yes Ma’am. I would be their friend.”
“Roger, you are very lucky little boy. You will never need the letter,” she responded.
She stood up, kissed me on the forehead, removed the shawl from my shoulders, and began walking down the sidewalk. I watched as she disappeared into the darkness.
Rainbow Angel Story
by Connie
About three weeks ago, I was outside and looking at the clouds, hoping to see an angel. I have prayed for this several times before.
I have always been fascinated with angels, and I truly believe in God and all of His power and blessings. This particular day I was hoping to see one. I finally gave up and thought to myself that I was not special enough to see an angel, or God wanted me to fix some things in my life before he would allow me to witness such a blessing.
Just as I gave up, I looked up one more time: the clouds were moving fast over the sun and I saw a perfectly round rainbow circle from beyond one of the clouds. It was not an arc. I looked up again, and it was gone. I starting crying. I don’t know why I was crying, but I was literally sobbing. I cried all the way up the stairs to my apartment. When I got inside, my sobs stopped almost immediately as they had started.
Was this an angel or God himself? I smile every day now because I have proof that the God I serve is really listening and loving me…
My Childhood Story
When I was a small child, my family and I lived in a fair sized city. The home we
lived in was rented and was extremely haunted. I remember my uncle came to stay
with us during a rough patch in his life, and was given the only room left in the house
that was unoccupied: the attic room. He ended up moving out abruptly, because he
couldn’t take the footsteps going up and down the stairs all night and his door being
opened and closed.
As I said I was very young and did hear footsteps going up and down the stairs
every night, though everyone was asleep in their beds. Often, I would get frightened
and find my way to my parent’s room to sleep in their bed. One particular night I was
on my way to their room when something in the living room caught my attention. I
walked to the doorway of the living room to see a large-man, dressed like a Viking,
sitting in the armchair laughing at me. His teeth were over-sized, his head was
enormous, and his intent was obviously sinister.
I did not approach him, but instead calmly walked to my parent’s room as I had
planned with a complete sense of peace; a peace that at the time I did not know the
origin of.
A few years later, I found out where that peace comes from. My family was moving
into a large farmhouse on a working farm in the country. One of the first nights in our
new home, my brother, sister, and I stayed with my aunt, uncle and their kids as my
parents were both out of town. In the middle of the night, I awoke to a blinding light
coming from behind the closet doors. They opened and there stood an angel. The
angel gave off such peace from it’s being that there was no fear.
Some years after that, we moved again to another farm. This farm had a barn with
a basement and no electricity. I was sent to that basement for a tool one night in
late November after nine pm. As I approached the bottom of the stairs and grabbed
in the dark for the tool I was sent to retrieve, and as I turned to run back up the stairs,
I was stopped in my tracks by a blinding light coming from the corner of the barn. I
immediately had a sense of complete peace and no fear whatsoever.
I believe there are angels and demons. I believe a spirit being that exudes a
sinister countenance is a demon…and an angel will ALWAYS bring a sense of
peace. I also believe that a sinister being can exude a false sense of peace in
order to deceive.
During my childhood I had countless recurring dreams that included fighting demon
spirits all night. The only way I could end the dream and the torment that
accompanied it would be to concentrate on the one being that can bring true
peace….and that is God.