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Do you believe in guardian angels? I do. But the strangest thing happened to me. About a year ago, the strangest thing happened. 4 years before, I bought a glass stone, with a small porcelain angel in it. It was only a year ago until I started carrying around with me. It gave my family good luck. My dad won money, (We were kinda poor at the time) and kept winning money by betting at horseracing. He rarely won at it before. (I know some of you might say gambling is bad, but we were desperate, and dad was already hooked.) Ever since, I carried it around with me everywhere. It also gave me good luck in school. But one morning, I looked for it, and it was nowhere to be found. The night before I took it out of my pocket and put in on the small table next to my bed. I couldn't find it! It literally disappeared. My parents (I'm an only child) said they didn't know where it was.
But now everytime I go to the racetrack with dad, he always wins money. I like to think that stone made me lucky. I'm also moving, and we got approved to the aprtments we wanted, after a long search. (< I think that event is coincedetial thoug) But I wonder how it disappered... :[

I don't know much about Angels, they're not my favourite area of research but from what I've read everyone has one. They're mean to protect you and help you through times of need.

Some people can just get in touch with their easier that others. I've tried but like meeting my spirit guide I just can't switch my thoughts off in order to allow anything to come through.

exactly, i used, to have one, now, i'm much more demonic also twisted

Speaking about Guardian Angel, I think that's dipping more into the religious belief over the supernatural belief.

Guardian spirit, however, is a different story.

I've always believed that I have one by my side. Ever since my grandfather passed away, when I was 3, I always had this sense of a protective shell around me, no matter how bad a situation got. Although I was only three when he passed away, I can recall MANY times where I shared moments with my grandfather I'll never forget. Him and I were very close.

I think there was something for me, I almost broke my neck in a fall once but it seemed like time slowed and i hit the ground before shattering my skull on a tree

That's kinda freaky. One of my guardians was playing with my lamp last night. It's a three way and it kept flickering but the bulb wasn't loose. Apparently he was feeling a bit left out since I've been talking about the other guardian.

I think that everyone has one but not everyone gets to see their guardian angel/spirit.

I'm not religious at all, and I don't believe in God, and I used to not believe in Angels either, until I started seeing them. About two months ago, I was extremely ill and no doctors could explain what was wrong with me, because all of the blood tests stated I was fine (I spent an arm and a leg on them, too), but I was told my spleen was extremely inflamed and that I should rest and not do anything until it comes down, because it could kill me. I threw up for days, endlessly, so bad that I started throwing up blood and went to the hospital. My throat started closing up to the point where I couldn't even talk, and I could feel the puss at the back of my throat. I was so weak, and lost so much weight (25 lbs.) because I couldn't keep any food down- even broth- even with all the medications they had put me on to help me with eating and to bring down the swelling. One night, shortly before 2 AM (I remember well, because I always stayed up at night to text my boyfriend on his lunch break) an Angel sat down next to me in bed and talked to me. He told me a lot of things about my life and things I needed to do, and also said a lot of cryptic things that I didn't understand (which I'd rather not repeat, because I'm a strong believer in keeping whatever any supernatural entity has to say to you between yourself and that entity, to keep the bond and the trust). Then he touched my face and left, and I hadn't realized it until at least half an hour later, but I wasn't sick anymore...at all. I could breathe, I could talk, I didn't feel sick. The first thing I did was hop in my car and went to see my boyfriend, and I told him what had just happened to me (one of the only people I knew that would believe me right off the bat). After that I ate, and I didn't throw up. Later that week I had to go to the doctor for a check up on how I was doing (-_- another $125) and he told me I was fine, that nothing was wrong with me. None of the doctors I went to could explain it (and I obviously didn't tell them that an Angel cured me, because I'd rather not get sent to the nuthouse). I've seen him around since, so I know he's watching over me.