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FOREWORD
One summer afternoon when I was seventeen, my friend Michel and I l were driving
through the French countryside, daydreaming about our upcoming vacation to
Greece. We were leaving the next morning, and we were absorbed in our thoughts,
not saying a word. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, a man materialized in the
road in front of us. He was waving a red flag, warning the driver that there was
roadwork ahead. But it was already too late. I screamed and slammed on the
brakes in an attempt to avoid hitting the man. Then I turned the wheel.
Immediately, the car veered off the road and began to somersault through a rocky
field. Inside the car, the metallic noise was horrifying, amplified each time
the roof of the car hit the ground. still fully conscious, I counted each turn
as the car spiraled through the air-one, two, three, up and down, up and down. I
was aware that the centrifugal force had thrown Michel toward the back and that
I no longer occupied the driver~ seat. I was also aware that despite the violent
pitching of the automobile, no part of my body ever touched the inside of the
car. It was as though I was turning again and again inside an invisible,
protective sphere and that I was somehow cushioned from all contact. As the car
spiraled, I continued to count-four, five turns, then suddenly, silence. The car
had come to rest on its wheels. Michel and I climbed from what we assumed would
be horrific wreckage. But when we surveyed the scene, what we found rendered us
speechless. The car had sustained no damage. The windows were not broken; the
body was not dented. Indeed, it was difficult for us even to find a smudge of
dirt on the white paint. Furthermore, we ourselves were totally free of injury.
Although the car had flipped violently five times and come to a crashing halt,
we had not sustained even a scratch or a bruise. We weren't even dizzy!
Seventeen-year-olds have been known to reach unreasonable conclusions about the
important events that mark their lives, particularly when they are overwhelmed
by the implications of those events. At the time, I simply assumed that my
friend and I had been very lucky. I have since realized that several laws of
gravity and physics were miraculously suspended that day and that the
metaphysical airbag that protected us during the crash was provided by the only
being capable of suspending natural laws, my guardian Angel. Only an Angel can
magically transform compassion into action. Only a celestial protector can stay
the laws of science or activate other natural laws-some of them still unknown to
human science.
My poetic contribution to this book is my ardent thanks to all of God~ Angels
for the unfailing generosity and illuminating wisdom with which they surround
each of us on earth.
ALBERT HALDANE
co author ( with Simha Seraya) of the book Angel Signs
a celestial guide to the powers of your own guardian angel
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