Guardian Angel Man….G.A.M. This mystery angel was with me for a year before he finally decided to tell me who he belonged to. But, it took two years for the complete story to come full circle. Those two years were a learning experience for me and eventually a meaningful experience for someone close to me.
This all started in a dream. In my dream, my husband and I were walking together in what looked to be a cute little town. As we were walking, I could feel someone watching me. I stopped and looked across the street and there was a man standing there staring and smiling at me. He was tall, thin build, with light brown hair. He was wearing a button up, short sleeve shirt, shorts, and flip flops. He had this look on his face like he knew me. He then starts walking across the street towards me. I start to panic. Then I looked to my left to grab my husband and I realize I am in my bed and he is sleeping next to me. I then turn my head to the right and the man is standing next to my bed and I can feel him grab my hand. I sit up and scream, “NO … YOU ARE NOT ALOUD TO TOUCH ME!” I could feel his energy fly backwards into the corner of my room, and then I heard, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Then he disappeared.
After that night, I could sense him around. At home or not, he was with me. Sometimes I would see him out of the corner of my eye, but when I looked, he was gone. He definitely did not feel threatening to me at all. I really wanted to find out what he wanted, but he would quietly watch me. I would talk out loud to him and get no response, so I figured he was one of my guardian angels. So I named him, Guardian Angel Man, G.A.M.
Months went by and I could still sense him with me, but still no communication. Until one night. I was sleeping and G.A.M. was in my dream. In the dream, G.A.M. was walking me to school. He wasn’t saying a word, then he just stops and looks at me. All of a sudden my chest is in horrible pain. I am grabbing it and gasping for air. I wake up and the pain is still there. I grab my husband crying and yelling to call 911. I think I am having a heart attack. Then the pain stops. I look to the side of my bed and G.A.M. is standing there and he says, “I died of a heart attack.” Then he disappears. That’s when I really started yelling … “THANKS FOR SHARING BUDDY! YOU COULD OF JUST TOLD ME! ARE YOU FLIPPING KIDDING ME?” etc. etc. etc. (Bad language and name calling was involved.) I then look over at my poor husband, I can tell by his facial expression that he thinks I am losing my mind. All he says is, “I don’t want to know, good night, I am going back to sleep.”
I was so upset at G.A.M. All that time I tried communicating with him and he says nothing. Then when he does share, it’s painful. Now I knew he wasn’t my guardian angel and I really wanted to know who he belonged to. I was becoming more frustrated with him. I was going to get to the bottom of this mystery no matter how long it took.