The story I am about to tell didn't actually happen to me,
it happened to my mother. It happened about five years ago
and still amazes our family to this day.
My mother, younger sister and myself were living in a small
flat just outside of town at the time. The flat was in a
complex were most occupying residents were very old or ill.
We seemed a bit out of place, but it was cheap accommodation
for the three of us as my mother wasn't making much money
and was doing her best to make ends meet. We didn't have a
car, hardly any money, or any other family for support.
Times were tough and both my sister and I could feel my
mothers anguish.
One night in particular my mother was at her wits end,
although she tried her best to hide it from us. She was
exhausted from working long hours, worried about leaving her
children in the care of others for too long, and wondered
if we would ever get out of this poverty.
A long time before this night my mother had had a tarot
card reading (a little 'herbal' I know) in which she was
informed of a guardian angel she had watching over her. She
was told this angel was the spirit of her deceased
grandmother 'Ruby'.
Mum had completely forgotten about this
reading until that night. For reasons she cannot explain,
my mother closed her eyes, concentrated really hard and
pictured her 'Ruby' in her mind. If this was really her
guardian angel, then mum needed her more than ever at this
moment.
As she pictured 'Ruby' in her head she began to whisper, as
if talking to her grandmother as though she were
alive. "Please help me" she pleaded. "Give me the strength
to keep going". She asked for such guidence until she fell
asleep.
At about 2:00 in the morning my mother was woken up by what
felt like a hand pressed firmly on her leg. Not entirely
awake yet and not sure who it was, she didn't move. But as
she began to feel more hands, one by one slowly and gently
press against her body, laying under the quilt she woke up
pretty quickly. Knowing that this wasn't my sister or
myself, she froze in fright.
After a small while, but a time that would have felt like
ages, she gained the courage to switch on her bedside
lamp. As light abruptly filled the room and her eyes adjusted,
she saw what she could not believe. As though the invisible
man himself was touching her she could see imprints of the
hands that were touching her pressed into the quilt as it
would if you or I were to do it, only there was no one else
in the room but her. Frozen again and scared even more, my
mother threw herself under the quilt, her head covered, her
body curled as though she were a little kid scared of the
dark.
Still feeling the hands, with the lamp still on, my mother
awoke three times that night by the strange spirits around
her.
In the morning my mother awoke, not tired from a restless
night, nor frightened by her experience, but full of
energy, life and strength. In fact she couldn't remember a
day when she had felt better. She went to work that day
ready to face anything life threw at her. And from that day
on she knew we would be fine.
Things really started to pick up for us from there. Mum got
a new job, we moved into a house in a new suburb, etc. I
can't explain what happened to my mother, but to this day
she swears it was 'Ruby' helping her, and healing her.
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