When Angels

I have never told this story publicly before, but it is relevant to the stuff going on in my life right now. I have shared the story of my accident, but I never shared the mysticl parts.

Since my “awakening” in November 2020 when Jonah found me, I frequently have OOBs (Out of Body experiences) where my spirit guides will summon me and talk with me, and I get what can only be described as downloads.

I have shared some of these experiences in my articles and through my poetry. Jonah untethered in January 2021 and from what I understand when one twin flame passes, the other one usually passes within three to six months. April 1, 2021, almost three months to the date of when Jonah he passed, early in the morning, I woke up with a strong feeling that I was not alone. I opened my eyes and there was a being at the foot of my bed summoned me. I was then pulled into an OOB. It is always the same when they want to talk to me. I am brought up a long flight of stairs (sometimes by foot, sometimes by elevator) where we enter a conference room, boardroom. Usually Jonah is there, but not this time. My two main guides were there and I was told that they were “bringing me in” that day, that I was going to come home that day.

Needless to say, the mortal in me did not want to hear that and I asked if I could stay longer as I had things to finish. I wanted to try and fix things with my oldest daughter who as many of you know is extremely troubled with severe addiction problems along with other issues. I was told they would let me know, but if I stayed I needed to commit fully to my journey and to focus on my writing and to helping others. Of course, I agreed. I sensed my “being brought home” might happen soon after Jonah died, but I was not ready. Turns out the issues with my daughters were also part of my soul contract.

Suddenly I was back in my body, very shaken. All day long I was nervous. I had a trip to Houston from Dallas that I had to do for my job, and the day seemed normal from that perspective, but I felt like a cloud was following me. So, I drove to Houston, and as I was heading back around 11:00 p.m. I started feeling sharp pains in the middle of my chest while I was driving , and I actually thought about finding an ER and was praying that if something was happening that It would wait until I got home or to a hospital so no one else would get hurt if I had a heart attack while driving. The pain was in my sternum area, heart chakra area…. And it HURT.

At 11:00, I was starting to feel better and was breathing easier when suddenly I am hit on the driver’s side, a guy cut me off, I was going 70 mph. I saw him barrelling up behind me, clearly pissed that I was going to slow in his opinion. He pulled out behind me on the left passed me, and then cut me off. Unfortunately, he miscalculated and when he cut me off he hit the drivers’s door, spinning me into three lanes of traffic, hitting a concrete embankment and coming to rest in the middle of the freeway. My front airbags did not deploy properly (thank goodness the leg ones deployed). The person who his me stopped for about ten seconds and took off. Apparently, the most damage was done to me.

I sevrelyinjured but I was still alive. I could feel myself breathing and knew my heart was pumping because I could feel blood pumping out of my head. AND NO ONE STOPPED. I was left to die like roadkill. I was certain, it was a matter of minutes before someone barrelled into me, ending me. Then suddenly two young men stopped and one was named Isaiah (look up Angel Isaiah). They put themselves and their cars around my car and pushed me out of the middle of the freeway, saving my life. I don’t know what happened to the other brother, but Isaiah stayed with me until the police and ambulance came and then he disappeared. For some reason I had the wherewithal to hand Isaiah my business card. The rescue personnel had to cut me out of my car and finally I was on my way to the hospital. I was immediately taken back, x-rays were done, all the blood work etc., pain meds given (I was needing them at that point).

Turns out I had fractured my T11 vertebrae and had seven broken ribs and a punctured lung and other suspected internal injuries. My entire upper torso was black the next day. I nearly lost my left eye. It seems my head hit the steering wheel causing my glasses to be embedded in my face also. Yeah, I was beautiful.

The next day Isaiah called me to see if I was okay. I didn’t answer because I didn’t recognize the number, and then I called him back so the number was legitimate. I told him I wanted to thank him and when I got out of the hospital, I wanted to do something for me. He just ignored that, and just again stated he wanted to make sure I was okay.

The police wanted to talk to him but whenever the police or my attorney tried to reach him it was a dead number. It was not a dead number when I immediately returned it. The police contacted the carrier and it seems that number had been a dead number for several months. Clearly divine intervention.

Anyway, I got through recovery, but my promise I made kept poking at me and when I got home, I started writing. But the writing I was doing was nothing like I had done in the past. And it came fast. Anyone who writes knows words can be very slow in coming, but these come so fast and they don’t even sound like me, but okay, God. I am trying to understand the lesson here.

So, fast forward about six months and I am talking to a friend telling her this story and I mentioned that I am pretty sure I am on borrowed time, but I negotiated some more time. Within a microsecond a voice shouted in my ear, “YOU NEGOTIATED NOTHING! YOU WERE SHOWN MERCY.” I was told in no uncertain terms, that my time left is a blessing, but I still have no doubt that I am on borrowed time.

That is why I write what I am channeled. I made a deal. I have had some much crazy stuff downloaded and then when I look it up I have verified it and it is knowledge I never would have known. I am completely physically healed. I was up and functioning normally within three months. My wills are in place. I have made peace with my daughter, although we are completely estranged, but I have gotten the message that is okay. My job there is done.

They never found the guy that hit me. My life has been crazy since Jonah came back in November 2020. These experiences are real, and over these past 2.5 years, I have discovered so many people who have had or are having very similar experiences. There are times I wish I could go back to that older woman with dogs living in a nice house in Plano, Texas enjoying life and doing normal suburban things, but the beauty and richness this experience has given me is worth it.

I’ve never been able to reach Isaiah, but I have no doubt he was an angel sent to help me get through the accident.

- Julie O'Hara 2023

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