in 1997. I was traveling home from work early one afternoon,
and in my car was some shelving that my husband was
going to use. It was a beautiful sunny day in February.
Wehad had some snow and I was climbing a hill when a
snow drift came across the road. Underneath the snow
was some black ice which I hit and it sent my car flying
off the side of a 30' embankment.
remember that day like it happened yesterday. It changed
my life and my belief system for ever. I felt a hand
on my shoulder pulling me out of the car as it was going
over the bank. I literally watched the entire accident
from the top of the bank as if I was watching a movie.
I stood there next to one of my spirit guides. I know
he is my spirit guide because I knew him while he was
earth-bound. He died in his early 20's from a brain
tumor in 1986. He protected me then and he is still
doing so today. That day he was angelic-looking. The
aura around him was absolutely gorgeous. I remember
having a conversation with him but I don't recall what
was said. I just remember how calm and quiet everything
stood there watching the accident, and when the car
came to rest on its roof, I was back in the car. Upside
down, I was hanging by my seat belt over the steering
wheel. Many investigators were on the scene that day
but no one could explain how I survived that car accident.
the police investigated and saw that the shelving went
through the windshield, they knew that I should have
been decapitated. Not only that, but no one could explain
how my eye glasses got placed neatly in the hatchback.
It was as if they were placed there after the accident,
because there is no way they could have survived intact;
and yet there they were without a scratch.
vividly the hand on my shoulder pulling me through the
back of the car explains to me how the glasses got back
there: in my OBE I did not need glasses to see. Physically
I can't see two feet in front of me without them.
other thing that would have seriously injured me was
a fence that came through the driver's side door; one
of the posts came up through the shifter on the floor.
The police investigators said that the barbed wire should
have ripped me apart. But I walked away from that accident
without a scratch.
hesitated to tell anyone what I experienced that day
because I was afraid they would think I had lost my
mind. But when they kept asking how I could have survived
when the shelves should have gone through my head, and
the barbed wire should have ripped my midsection apart,
I have finally told my story.
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