Grandma And The Angels  

keithcancook 60M
10710 posts
6/3/2005 9:42 pm
Grandma And The Angels

My grandmother was a very spiritual woman. For her, the forces of good and evil in the world were animate and could interact with mortals here on earth. She was visited by both the angels of heaven as well as those from the nether regions .

These visions both disturbed and fascinated me. The fascination lay in the way she seemed to have concrete answers to mysteries that priests wouldn't touch. What disturbed me was that I found I doubted her.

She put much faith in dream reading, and she interpreted her dreams as premonitions of things to come. Significant events such as deaths, accidents, births and the like often came to her in dreams and she was able to provide many examples of these dream events becoming actual events.

She was actually visited by an angel, and she told me about it. This angel appeared to her in a public restaurant. Prior to my grandfathers death by accident, my grandmother was seated at a booth eating alone. She was looking down reading the menu and when she looked up there was a beautiful man seated across from her. That was how she described him - beautiful. He was dressed in a fine suit and she said that his eyes were clear . The clearest, most beautiful eyes she had ever beheld. His skin was very pale, without blemish.

The angel told her that a very bad time was coming, and that she would lose that which she loved. He told her to prepare for a time of great trial and peril. She begged the angel to not allow these things to come to pass, but the angel softly yet firmly told her that they were to be. She said she looked away and when she looked back he had vanished. Shortly therafter her husband met his fate.

The trials predicted by the angel came to pass as well. She found she felt doubt concerning God, and her faith was shaken. She was tempted to leave the path of her faith and for a time she felt that God had abandoned her. She told me she found resolve and battled the bad thoughts and in the end wrapped herself within her faith. It was at this point that she was visited by Satan.

She said she went down into her basement and while she was down there she realized she was not alone. She said the Dark Angel was there. She felt his presence and there he was. He was sort of wrapped in shadow but she could see him.

At this point I pricked up my ears because at last I was going to hear something concrete about this Satan character that the priests had filled my head with. I was frightened by the idea of "satan" and it was with both dread and unbridled curiosity that I leaned forward in rapt attention.

I was waiting to have the horns, hooves, and tail confirmed, but no. This angel too, was beautiful. The eyes, the skin, all of it was like the other angel. But this angel had a presence that chilled to the bone. I suppose it was like an aura or something.

Oddly, I cannot remember the words she used, but I will never forget the gist of what happened. Apparantly this dark angel sensed that her formerly unwavering faith was filled with doubt. She had almost pulled herself away from her faith when she rediscovered her resolve, and embraced once again her faith in God. Satan did not want to lose my grandmother now that he was so close.

I remember all the hairs on my body tingling as my grandmother related this to me. I can almost again feel the dread I felt that moment, even as I write about it now. I leaned in even closer almost trembling, as I waited to hear the tale of the battle between Satan and my Grandmother.

But no. There was no battle. These words I do remember, nor shall I ever forget them. She looked at the Dark Angel and she said, "Get thee behind me satan, in the name of thy Lord Jesus." With that he was gone.

Funny, but I was rather disappointed. It seemed incredibly easy to defeat the demon. At the same time it was comforting to know that I need not fear satan again since now I knew the magic words that would make him disappear.

Interestingly, my fear of going down into basements can be traced back to that day.

bella_ 47F
4030 posts
6/4/2005 4:31 pm

I have also heard of similar stories like this...where faces in the window before a death later to realize it was the devil...Now these stories freak me out because I believe them!

purejoy4fem 46F/44F
682 posts
6/4/2005 5:34 pm

Though I have never seen an angel or demon, there have been many times that I have felt a dark force, and many times that an angel must have been protecting or guiding me

Keep the grandma posts coming, they are worth eating a bon bon while reading

mi_mwpm 51M

6/4/2005 6:41 pm

Like Sexy I probably wouldn't see either angel. Faith is not one of those things that runs strong in me.

AmberSolaire 42M

6/4/2005 9:06 pm

Satan is easy to defeat if you have faith.Without it he/she/it is a very different beast indeed.If ever you need light take my torch.You never know when the next basement may appear.


6/4/2005 9:22 pm

"Tear Trickles down my cheek"Keith , my Buddy , , you do not know what reading that has done for me, and I`m not really sure I could put it into to words right now THANKYOU from the bottom of my heart, i needed that.

Kisses and Big Huggs


Tala4u2 54M  
2957 posts
6/4/2005 10:06 pm

I was not beaten I just found a better quality basement

Tala, Wizard of The Kingdom of BooBoBia, DEITY,

rm_morefutility 37F
175 posts
6/4/2005 10:14 pm

Grandma was made of some strong stuff.

keithcancook 60M
17718 posts
6/4/2005 10:55 pm

Tala, you devil! Only you could get away with that statement!

lustmirror 63M
2897 posts
6/4/2005 11:47 pm

(ironically my tap in number is "411", and yes, this is a call for information...)
...a great telling of universal concepts, and personal interpretations. It is beautiful, when someone believes in something, and their life reflects it. My family is occupied by these as well. question...did you stay in the teachings of the church, or have searches taken you elsewhere, even though your memories will always bring you gently here?
.....again, a great tell

rm_EE407 41F
3903 posts
6/5/2005 2:52 am

wow.. that is a very powerful story. Your Grandma must have been quite the lady. I believe in these kind of things, only give them another name (but it's the same difference I think).

expatbrit49 62M

6/5/2005 5:01 am

So thats what you have been doing in my basement....trying to capture your lost youth.

Thank You for Your Time and Attention

rm_BigDnLady 43M/40F
1140 posts
6/5/2005 1:50 pm

Great story Keith!! You keep waking all of these memories of my own grandmother, as I am sure the same is happening to others, but I love it!! Thank you so much keith!!


pussinboots4u 50M/47F

6/6/2005 8:46 am

Wow!!!!!!!!! I loved this story! Brings back memories of my youth as well. Passing on stories such as these to my best friend and mother (who has banned them from her house - something always broke when I'd tell them - pictures or plates would fall off the walls and shatter - she always used to say that I was angering the angels with such tales - lol). Hmmmmmmm, it's been a while since my best friend has come over for a story - I'll have to give her a call!

Thanks Keith!


Barbiebunny69 43F

6/6/2005 12:26 pm

grrreat gramma story u need to put these in a book for your kids

obedientsub2005 48F
61 posts
6/7/2005 4:09 pm

This is a truly wonderful story, Keith. It is strange, after listening to Ira Glass's "This American Life" and Julia Sweeney (from SNL fame)telling about how she realized that there was no God... I became very saddened. I think that there is something so much a core part of us to think that there is something more, some greater reason for being here, that all that occurs is not happenstance but "fits in" somewhere to what "The Plan" is for all of us...

When my husband was near death -- bad post operative sepsis unrecognized by the assholes in the large megalith medical center in Dallas -- as well as his asshole Neurosurgeon (but hey, no bitterness here), he had stopped breathing, his airway/larynx had so much edema that he was literally choking -- he went blue, a "Code Blue" was called, these clueless nurses were running about like chickens -- I was in my second year of medical school at the time... there is definitely no less powerful place to be, realizing what you DON'T know and cannot affect yet --

Anyway, I was shoved out of the room as the nurses and clueless residents on call filed into the room... I kept screaming at them to intubate him, do a tracheostomy... get him breathing... he was unconscious... I went into the hallway, tucked into the dark bathroom, and swore to God that if he saved his life, if he allowed him to live, I would be better in med school, would make it my life to help others, would take "His" lead more...

They ended up finally, after several minutes, hitting him with Versed then intubating him nasally... then shuffling him off to the ICU for 2 glorious weeks on a ventilator...

But the big thing he said when he finally awoke on the ventilator is that he had the entire "near death" experience... he knew there was more there, a basic being, a part of us that does live on... and he is pretty much a scientist, so he has always believed these stories to be hogwash, random firings of neurons in a dying brain... but he told me, via a pad of paper and a pencil, that he had played cards with 4 different "sides" of himself, and those representations of himself pretty much took him through a disjointed but meaningful review of his life... and he said it was not that he knew that he was ready to go to "the other side"... he was just getting tired of fighting, it was like acceptance... but he said that the area up ahead of him was very bright, and was compelling... then everything went dark.

What was weird is that he told me exactly what I had said to God, exactly in the exact words I used... and I was all the way down a long hospital hallway as he had lost consciousness...

What was also strange is that when he awoke he looked at me, and thought that he had been reborn as a baby, that I was a fading memory from his old life, and that his soul had gone somewhere else...

My husband has NEVER been one to believe in God or a soul or anything... he was raised in Australia in a boys prep school... Anglican, I think... and he has the angry agnosticism that only shoving dogma down children's throats can provide... but after this experience, he changed, completely... it is not as if he wants to go to church or anything (I wish... really, any church... I want more...)but he definitely has an awareness of the fact that we are more than simply a connection of neurons...

I think hearing that from him, especially if you know how analytical and completely science-based he believes his life to be -- strengthened my beliefs even more. So what I can wish for Julia Sweeney is that she can come out of her "Dark Night of the Soul" and recapture some of the belief that she once had... it is just way too lonely to think that when we die, that's it...

So Keith, how have your beliefs changed over the years? Are you still one who believes in God, or have you too had a "Dark Night"?


Apolybear 54M

6/8/2005 4:22 pm

Keith, I firmly believe that non-corporeal entities from other realms come here all the time. Whether you want to call them angels, Satan, spirits, spirit guides whatever… I meditate often and I become aware of them from time to time. Cool story. Your grandmother sounded (sounds?) like a great lady…

keithcancook 60M
17718 posts
6/9/2005 9:48 am

Your story gave me chills OS. There are mysterious forces at work in the natural world, and I have some personal examples of my own. Perhaps I shall write about them someday soon.

My own spiritualism has taken many turns as I have matured. Responding to varying stimuli from many sources. I am an amalgmen, still searching for purity.

obedientsub2005 48F
61 posts
6/10/2005 1:54 am

Well, you are a wonderful amalgam at that... mine has as well, but I do know that something more exists... it just does.

That day with my husband changed me as well... I am definitely more calm and understanding when the family members of my patients are having complete breakdowns...

But you are truly a very cool person, Keith... and I love the grandma stories..... keep em comin'!


slidein2meplz 61F
1994 posts
2/4/2006 9:22 am


~~~ Just me, poppin to say HI! ~~

keithcancook 60M
17718 posts
3/7/2006 7:56 am

Aha! I found you in my basement slide. I knew you were down here somewhere.

Thanks for visiting the grandma manuscripts. I am very fond of them.

redrobin012057 60F

8/8/2006 4:51 am

ppsssttttt Keith , I'll hold the torch for you and wait at the top of the stairs.Yes there is both good and evil in the world, as a matter of fact.... when I was in a coma some years ago.... I never saw this *bright light in a tunnel* only a room lined with velvet curtains and the people there wore long flowing gowns.I hardly think that they noticed my presence there.

stormyonegood 63F

12/14/2006 3:40 am

I got the chills reading this....your grandmother sounds like she was a very interesting and special lady....

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