The picture below is me on Cascade Mountain located in Banff, Alberta, Canada
Have you ever had a strong gut feeling that something was about to go horribly, horribly wrong? I experienced this feeling first hand during the summer of 1997. My husband and I were new to Calgary and hungry to experience all that our new Rocky Mountain playground had to offer. Foolishly, we agreed to go “scrambling” up Cascade Mountain, an iconic landmark in the town of Banff, Alberta.
Travelling with friends, a group of seasoned climbers, we joked and laughed from switchback to switchback and for the first several hours it was nothing more than strenuous hike through some of the most beautiful mountain scenery I had ever laid eyes on.
It all changed as soon as we reached beyond the tree line where pine trees were replaced by grey rocky scree slopes. No longer just hiking now, we leaned into the mountain, almost on all fours, using every part of our body to reach onward and upward.
When we finally reached an area to stand on, I gazed down at the village of Banff. It looked as if it could fit into the palm of my hand. I had never been up this high and was starting to feel very anxious.
Worried that I was holding everyone back, we told our companions to go on ahead of us. My husband and I soldiered on at a snail’s pace quickly losing sight of our friends.
One thing I have learned since then, is how quickly the weather can change in the mountains. What started out to be a hot, sunny, summer’s day suddenly morphed into what felt like a chilly October afternoon. Almost instantly, the mountain was shrouded with thick fog and mist and cold rain drizzled out of the sky. As we reached into our backpacks, my husband and I quickly realized how ill-prepared we were for this trek. We decided to turn back and try to make our way down the mountain. The problem was, there was no clearly defined trail at this point and we could barely see three feet in all directions because of the fog. One thing we knew for sure, we did not have the supplies necessary to survive the night alone on Cascade. With tears streaming down my cheeks I stood there praying silently, “God, please help us to get down from this mountain safely.”
Carefully trekking through the rock, we started our descent. The rain made the rocks incredibly slippery. It felt as though someone had squeezed dishwashing liquid all over them. Climbing backwards, as if down a ladder, my husband went first.
Suddenly, I experienced an overwhelming feeling of DREAD in the pit of my stomach. I yelled out “STOP! Do not take one more step! We’re not going the right way.”
Then, from above, we heard voices calling to us. “Hey, do you need help getting down?” they called. “You’re going the wrong way.”
We climbed back up the mountain and met up with our saviours – a young man and woman. Together we made it back to safety. We did not talk much on the descent as it took great focus and concentration to navigate the slippery slopes, mud and rock.
As we neared the parking lot, we turned to thank our Good Samaritans only to realize they were gone! It was as if they had disappeared into thin air. While we thought it odd, we didn’t think too much about it as we were just so happy to be safely back on terra firma. We continued to send prayers to our friends who were still up on the mountain and about an hour later, they came trekking out of the forest happy to have made it to the summit and back.
Later that evening, I lay on my bed exhausted but with adrenalin still coursing through my veins. As I reflected on the day’s events, I knew that watchful eyes from Heaven were upon us that day. My guardian angels had truly walked among us leading us out of harm’s way. I smiled and said “Thank You.”
The Night an Angel Saved my Life
I remember it like it happened to me yesterday.
It was June 1999. My husband and I were on a camping safari in Botswana and Zimbabwe in Africa. This particular night, I awoke to the sound of an animal padding around the campsite. We had been told that lions had frequented this site before and instantly I imagined the pride moving in. Lying in my sleeping bag, inside the canvas tent I shared with my husband, I listened intently to the movements coming from only a few feet away. Something walked behind our tent, rounded the corner and stopped only inches from where I laid. My right arm was against the tent wall and suddenly I felt something “pawing” against it in an attempt to figure out what I was. My heart was beating so fiercely I felt as if it would burst from my chest! I tried desperately to quietly control my breathing which was now racing so fast I thought I would hyperventilate. After a few minutes, the animal moved away and I quickly moved away from the tent wall. But the animal returned. This time, it laid down beside me and, as the tent wall gently pushed inward along my leg, I could feel that it was the size of a very large dog. All that separated me from this beast, was a layer of canvas.
The fear I felt was so intense that it almost drove me to burst out of the tent running as fast as I could. And then, it happened.
I heard a man’s voice speak to me in my right ear. In an authoritative tone he told me “lie still”. And in that moment, all my fear and anxiety melted away. I felt cocooned in a deep and warm embrace knowing that I would be safe. To this day, I am in awe at how quickly my body went from frenzy to complete and total calm. It happened instantly.
I laid there wide awake for what seemed like an eternity. I stared out the window of the tent into the night sky looking for signs that morning was near. And sometime, while it was still dark, the animal left. Not long after, my husband woke and I whispered to him that an animal was outside. Then we heard it – the unmistakeable call of the leopard. It was deep and throaty, like the sound of sawing wood.
As the first rays of light began to warm the dark night sky, our guides awoke. I quickly emerged from our tent to tell them what had happened to me and as soon as it was light enough, they examined the area around our tent and found the leopard’s distinctive tracks.
I have no doubt that it was an angel who visited me that night. He wrapped me in his loving wings and protected me.
Little did I know, at the time, that this was just the beginning of my wonderful relationship with my angels. Today, I am here to connect you to YOUR angels so that you may know the many blessings and messages that they are waiting patiently to bestow upon you.
Yours in light and love,
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