I’ve been reading angel cards for the past three years my favorite card is the bomber angel card. Why you ask? It’s because he is my guardian angel!
I never really felt I’d be lucky enough to see my guardian angel. I’d always imagined what he might look like (I knew my angel was a ‘guy’)… well, actually I had several different versions of what he’d look like but none of them actually struck me as being correct. I’d pretty much given up and just figured that the angel would let me know about himself when he was ready, or thought I was ready.
About 6 months ago while I reading my angel cards, Bomber suddenly appeared in my hands. At first, I thought he was nothing more than just another card that had shown up, but this angel card seem to develop a personality and a look, Bomber was completely intact, from the halo above his flying helmet to the spit-shine on his boots. “Who are you?” I thought. “I’ve never seen you before.”
And then I heard a voice!
“I’m Bomber, your angel. How are ya?”
“You don’t look like the usual angel card. Why are you so special?”
There was no answer, and I felt really tired and confused, so I went to sleep.
In my dream he was there, surprising me. He didn’t look like an angel, but more like a soldier. I asked him about the patch on his jacket. “That’s my division… I’m one of Michael’s crew.”
Since then, we’ve had several ‘discussions’ and I’ve had several other angel believers tell me that Bomber’s not my imagination. He’s a fun loving angel, always smiling, and loves to sing to the radio on the way to work. He’s been giving little bits of intuition as necessary, though one time he actually did give me advice directly to the heart. We have several alternative book stores in Charlotte, and since I’m working on a personal spiritual quest, as well as wanting to know about other paths, I was looking for a book recommended by a Wiccan friend of mine, so I went in.
this angel card seem to develop a personality and a look, Bomber was completely intact, from the halo above his flying helmet to the spit-shine on his boots.
Now you have to realize that I’m Christian, and I was raised in the High Episcopal church (as close to Roman Catholic as one can get), and that ol’ conscience was screaming “You’re going to hell for this one, kid! No doubt about it. Run now before they find you!” I could feel the anxiety turn my spine cold, then I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder and Bomber say, “You’re here to learn.
No one’s going to hurt you or convert you. Listen with your heart.” And he was right. I’m still Christian, but I’m a Christian with an open mind about other beliefs. I’ve been back to the store several times since then, and have had great conversations with the ladies who run the shop about angels and personal beliefs.
Thanks, Bomber, for your help, and thank you, God, for assigning such a wise teacher to guide me.
Feather hugs,
