"THE EAGLES"
and
"THE SMELL OF ANGELS"

by Pat C

 



THE EAGLES

In August of 1992, I left my beloved brother Roger, fifty-six years old,
in intensive care and kissed him good-bye, assuring myself that he would
recover. Then my husband and I began our usual two-month vacation. I
would call every three days to check on Roger.

On Saturday morning, I called the ICU and spoke with my daughter Patty,
and was told Roger would not make it through the following twelve hours.
I was devastated. Here I was in Bozeman, Montana, some thousand miles
away, wanting desperately to be with my brother to comfort him. I
remembered Roger told me years ago he once almost died and started going
through a tunnel, but he had been afraid and refused to go into it.

My thoughtful daughter put the phone up to my brother's ear. As I fought
back the sobs, I struggled for words to reassure him not to be afraid. I
told him to go to the Light, and that we would all be together someday.
Roger could not speak because of the life-support tubes, but he
acknowledged with a nod to Patty that he understood. We cried together
over the phone. I told him that I loved him and would miss him very
much. I feel so fortunate to have called at that particular time to
comfort him so he would not be afraid, as well as to say good-bye to my
beloved brother.

An hour later as we sat down for breakfast, I felt a wonderful,
overwhelming feeling of love, peace and calmness. I heard an inner loud
voice within my head saying, "Everything is okay." This voice felt so
natural, like it was a part of me, reassuring and comforting me. I knew
then that my dear brother had made it okay to the Other Side, and that
he passed on at the same time I heard the voice. I am so grateful for
this feeling and for my inner voice, which actually started me on my
spiritual quest.
We drove as fast as we could towards home.
That Saturday night, we stopped at Kennewick, Washington. All the motels
were full because of a weekend event, except for a newly opened motel
called the Silver Cloud Inn, where we spent the night. How amazing!

After we arrived home in Northern California, my daughter and I were
making funeral arrangements and decided to use an eagle design on the
memorandum cards. We agreed that Roger would love using the eagle, being
that he was an ex-Marine and had also served in the Army. During the
viewing of my brother's body, the funeral home played "Beautiful
Dreamer" and another tune, both of which were our mother's favorites. I
felt she was also with us in spirit.

After the funeral, we continued our
much-needed vacation. From the moment we left home, eagles came
constantly across my path during our travels. For example, we saw signs
and motel names having the word "eagle" in them and eagle car license
plates.
Everything was eagle, even sculptures of eagles with the artists' names
being the same as my brother's first name and another with his last
name, and yet another with our father's first name, Sherman.

My daughter also experienced many eagle signs. While in Roger's house,
the moment she turned on the television, an eagle in flight turned its
head and looked at her.

But the most awesome eagle experience occurred when we were viewing a
laser light show that was projected against the wall of the great Grand
Coulee Dam, the dam my father helped build in the 1930s. The show was
projecting an eagle soaring across the wall towards a fish. Then, the
show suddenly quit, stopped dead. The projectionist apologized and said
in all the six years of the show this had never happened before.

Fifteen minutes later, that same scene of the eagle soaring toward the
fish was repeated. I believe without any doubt that my father and mother
were letting me know that Roger was with them and that he was okay. I
felt so thankful. It changed my life. Our eagle events continued for two
months, then became fewer and finally ended.

We are so grateful and blessed for these experiences. These are miracles
from Heaven. We thank our loved ones who are in the spirit world so very
much.
By Pat C.

THE SMELL OF ANGELS


It was on a Saturday February 1955, my father, Sherman E., passed on
from having a final and fatal heart attack. We were all at home when he
died in my brother Roger's arms. As we were waiting for the coroner to
come take Dad away, we noticed he had a smile on his face and then we
smelled the most powerful fragrance of flowers. We called this blissful
fragrance, "the smell of Angels."

Within a week after Dad passed over, Roger experienced the "Angel Smell"
while he was working in the sawmill, where there were definitely no
flowers around. My mother also was blessed with the "Angel Smell"
periodically during the days that followed. I also smelled this heavenly
scent during school and at home. And every time the "Angel Smell" came
to us, it was always strong and blissful.

This was truly a Blessing from the Angels, and Dad.


By Pat C.

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