Mark Robinson, was the boy. He rode up next to me and for absolutely no apparent reason at all, he lifted his foot up and gave it a sharp jolt against my handle bars as we were riding our bicycles to return home from school. Needless to say, at the speed we were going, I somersaulted right over in forward motion as my bike jeered away and I flew into the air head over heals and straight on my chin into the tar road in front of me. I blacked out and in the space of what seemed only a few seconds I remembered last nights vision. Just to remember was worth the horror of being shoved off my bicycle for absolutely no apparent reason.
As I struggled in the darkness of the blackout and started to come back to consciousness I desperately took hold of the memory of the vision in a huge effort to bring it with me as I surfaced back into consciousness. It was not easy. I fought hard to not loose my memory of the vision and it was a real struggle to keep hold of it as I came round. At first the sounds of the kids who had stopped to help who had been riding along side of me and others who had now joined to see what the commotion was all about, came to my mind as my first entry point back to consciousness. They were worried. They were asking if I was dead or just unconscious. As I re-opened my eyes to the scene around me, the alarm was broken and a there were few nervous giggles of relief that I was not dead and had only passed out. They were very happy once they saw I was regaining consciousness. I do not know how long I had been blacked out but by now there was an adult woman on the scene who helped me get up and walked me to her house across from where the accident had happened. The most important thing for me is I had a hold of the memory of my visitation the night before. Nothing else mattered. Yes my chin was bleeding and my parents were on the way. Mark Robinson looked more dazed than I and he was totally perplexed as to what on earth took hold of him to kick me off my bicycle as we were riding at top speed to get home. The poor fellow. He apologised shyly and said he had no idea why he had done what he had done. He did not have a clue! I told him not to worry but he looked scared. There was blood everywhere and obviously this would have to end in stitches for me and who knows what for him once he got home to his folks! Anyway, that was the last thing on my mind. I was happy I had been restored to the most significantly beautiful event to have ever happened to me. I had recalled the angel visit and the message I had received!
I decided not to tell anyone and kept the treasure of the memory deep in my heart. It was too precious to take out and show anyone. Besides, now was not the time to say anything. Everything was happening exactly as it was meant to happen! I knew it and there was absolutely no need to tell anyone either.
My Mother was first to get to me. She was calm. Thanked the Mother who had attended to me and whisked me off to the hospital where I received swift attention and a few stitches.
“What happened darling?” my Mother asked me attentively as we were driving to the Hospital.
“Well Mum…Mark Robinson just came up next to me while we were cycling home. I was with two other friends who were with me. Mark came along side of me and without any warning or reason he just kicked my handle bars and I took a fall.”
“But why did he do such a thing sweet heart?” my Mother asked.
I did not want to bring my angel message into the discussion if at all possible. It was simply too holy and too special even to share with my own Mother. Besides which the atmosphere had now changed to emergency and it was simply not conducive to share in that situation so I did not venture to explain my supernatural experience.
We got to the hospital and my Father met us there. He was furious with the boy who had hurt me. I think it was his chance to act out how protective he was because actually he was quite a dysfunctional person. So he took my little accident and was hell bent to make it into a grand stage performance. He said he was going to sue the parents of this boy who for no reason caused my accident. The problem was, that my Father was very likely to do such an awful thing and win too. This was what prompted me to take my Mother aside and beg her to make my Father reconsider.
“Mum. I have to tell you something. Please listen. Dad must not sue Marks parents. Please Mum. He doesn’t understand. I saw an Angel last night. Please Mum. An Angel told me last night something was going to happen to me to prevent me from entering the diving competition on Saturday. “
My Mother had no idea what I was talking about which was another reason I did not at first want to share my experience. It was tough getting through to explain such a bizarre message I had received and also the rejection from my Father who refused to believe me.
We retuned home and quietly my Mother approached me and asked me to explain.
“Mum. You know I was selected for the spring board diving competition on Saturday?”
“Yes” she answered slowly as if trying to make a connection to my accident and not succeeding. I continued.
“Mum, in order to be in the competition I had to do three dives. I only knew two really well so I could not really enter but there was no one else and the school told me if I did not go forward then no one could. So, to not let them down, I decided I would go forward and I would just have to do the third dive I had never done before for the first time at the competition itself. “
“Yes…”my Mother patiently replied obviously still at a complete loss.
“Mum. The third dive was going to be like this.” I go up to show her.
“Imagine facing the swimming pool, taking three steps forward on the spring board and jumping into a back dive.”
I explained to my Mother that the danger of such a dive could cause the diver to hit their head on the way down against the diving board. I explained also that my school had no one but me to bring them into the competition and that they asked me to come forward to compete. I had to do the dive I explained to my Mother in order to be in the competition even though I had never attempted to do this dive.
This cause some concern to appear and now my Mother was following my story. Now I could explain the visitation.
On the Wednesday night while a sleep I was suddenly awake. Talk about in a twinkling of an eye! Deeply asleep and then suddenly wide, crystal clear awake and I mean really awake! That in itself was phenomenal! Never mind what I saw next standing at the door to my bedroom! I looked not wanting to blink to miss even a nana second of the glorious sight before my eyes. WOW! AWESOME!
There at my door looking softly straight at me as if this was the reason for my very sudden twinkling of an eye wake up call, stood a being of indescribable beauty. Standing in golden light that seemed to be emitted from the being her/himself. Yes that is right. I could not tell if the angel was female or male! Facial features were chiselled perfection. Hair cascading to the shoulders in soft curls. All golden light from head to the hem of a long robe fastened only by a soft belt at the waste. All golden light.
“Fear not!” was the immediate communication I received as I looked upon the dazzling splendour of this being.
“FEAR NOT? I replied. W~HAT’S TO FEAR?! YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL! “ I replied.
By the way, the communication was telepahic! Yes! that's right...telepathic! The Angel was a vision and smiled and I felt there was relief in this being and joy all at once as he/she then moved from the door way to come towards me. Now that was another spectacle. There were no motions that are typical of human movements. This being glided…glided across the room and then, not standing above me, he/she came down to my level to communicate with me. As this happened, the atmosphere surrounding this being enveloped me and I felt a joy and happiness I have before and since never again quite experienced. It was way above earthly. It was another
realm altogether.
The Angel came close and said that he/she was sent by God to give me a message. That God did not want me to be anxious or to think that He was punishing me for something. He/She said that I was going to experience a small disturbance the next day that would prevent me from competing in the diving competition. If I were to compete I would in fact hit my head against the diving board and kill myself and it was not my time yet.
Now right there you could say….wait a moment! God could change that and make and cause me to walk faster, spring harder and do the dive…but NO. God caused me to take up the challenge. He caused me to have the vision. He caused me to encounter an accident the following day that put me out of the competition all together. WHY?
Well. Needless to say, I convinced my Mother to tell my Father that what had occurred had to happen and that to sue the boy accountable for my injury, would be totally wrong! If it had not happened I would be killed in the diving competition. My Father thought I was protecting Mark Robinson because I liked him which was not true. He was just another boy from school. He dropped the idea to sue Mark’s parents though.
The atmosphere surrounding the Angel was so beautiful Sorin. I did not want to remain on earth. I wanted to go with the Angel into the fellowship of the world from where he/she had been sent to come to me with this message of reassurance and comfort. But the Angel left. The next morning I woke up to go to school as usual and only remembered what I had experienced the night before after I blacked out! The accident happened on the Thursday. The school had the whole of Thursday and Friday to withdraw from the competition. There were no bad feelings and my Father never did tell Mark Robinsons parents why he did not sue them!
Peace to you
Arcturus