Many people have personal beliefs about angels. Some say that angels walk among us, taking forms that let them hide in plain sight so they can work undercover. I always believed that angels were invisible guardians who waited for our invitations to assist or to protect us, so they didn’t interfere with our exercise of free will. But something I experienced, twice and during periods of great stress, made me wonder about angels.
While out in public, somewhere crowded, I turned around and noticed someone watching me. It startled me. It’s unnerving to think that someone has been following you, stalker style. I walked away, trying my best to play it cool. I looked back when I thought the person wouldn’t see me turn around, but I couldn’t find the person.
The first time this happened, the person was a man. He looked like he was in his 30’s or 40’s. He wore blue jeans and a plain shirt. His hair was brown and needed to be cut. The second time, the person was a woman in her 60’s or 70’s. She wore a long skirt and a sweater. She had a faint smile and kind eyes. They carried nothing – no backpack, no purse, no umbrella, no water bottle, no cell phone, no keys. They weren’t especially tall, short, thin, heavy, beautiful, or ugly. They didn’t stand out, they blended in.
Who were these strangers? I had no idea. But I started thinking about the expression on their faces. They didn’t look guilty like people who had been caught staring. They didn’t look threatening. They seemed frozen in time and space, completely unaffected by all the activity of the people around them. No one asked them to move. No one came near them. They looked peaceful, standing motionless and silent with their eyes fixed on me.
No one I know could be this calm and still in the middle of so much activity. Why couldn’t they look away and pretend they hadn’t been staring at me, the way I do when I get caught staring? Why couldn’t they pretend they needed directions to the bathroom? Their calmness was eerily unnatural.
Nothing sudden and miraculous happened after I encountered these strangers. My worries didn’t magically disappear, but somehow I managed my stress despite feeling overwhelmed. And I eventually found ways to work through my problems.
Was the serenity of these strangers supernatural? Did they intend to silently tell me that they were watching me? Did they secretly bring me comfort and strength? Do angels hide in plain sight and work undercover among us?
©Living off Island, Writing Wahine, 2019.