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Most people report hearing their friend’s or relative’s voice during a visitation, but some ‘feel’ their presence as well. It’s a sense memory, similar to the feeling you had when you were in the womb. You can feel a feather-light touch on your face, the weight of a hand on your shoulder, or maybe just a tightening of your skin all over. Many people have described feeling an arm around their shoulders at times of trouble, and then experiencing an overwhelming sense that things will be all right. If it is an angel they knew on earth, whether that person died a week before, or thirty or forty years before, they get a sense inside their head of who it is. You don’t necessarily hear the voice; sometimes there is just what I call an ‘inner knowing’.

Pure souls are omnipresent. The physical body doesn’t weigh them down any more so they can be with you at your work, with your sister in her car, and with your child at school, looking after every single family member at the same time.

Our guardian angels can come to bring comfort or they can come with a warning. Sometimes the message is as clear as crystal and other times it is just a general piece of advice to take care, as in this story about a woman called Donna.

I was standing at the sink doing the washing-up, not thinking about anything in particular, when suddenly I felt my mother was there and I picked up a clean tea-towel to hand to her so she could start drying. Then I stopped. What was I doing? My mother had died fifteen years before.

My brain had often played tricks on me in the past (or so I thought). I’d be in the middle of some chore when the thought would come into my head: ‘Call your mother. You haven’t spoken to her for a while.’ And I’d think, ‘Oh, I must do it,’ before remembering that she is dead and I can’t call her any more.

But that day in the kitchen, the feeling that she was present was so strong that I just knew something was wrong. I dropped the tea-towel and called my husband at work.

‘Are you OK?’ I asked.

‘Yeah, fine,’ he said. ‘Why wouldn’t I be?’

I rang the school to check if our son was OK, and they said he was fine but I still had a funny feeling that we had to be extra-cautious.

The next morning, a Saturday, the three of us were going shopping together and we were in a hurry to get going, but I was still aware of this strange sense of unease. I was just reversing out of the driveway when all of a sudden my husband yelled ‘Stop!’ so I slammed my foot hard on the brake.

At that point a lorry came thundering round the corner at top speed and clipped the back of our car. The crunching noise was horrible but we were all unharmed. It was only when I got out to look at the damage, I realised that if I hadn’t braked when I did, that lorry would have gone straight into the back seat of the car where our son was sitting. And then I looked at the passenger seat where my husband had been and realised there was no way he could actually have seen the lorry coming from that angle.

‘Why did you shout “Stop”?’ I asked him.

‘I’ve got absolutely no idea,’ he said. ‘I didn’t consciously think anything. The words just came out of my mouth.’

I realised then that my mother had come back to warn me to be careful and her intervention had probably saved our son’s life. Since then, whenever I get a thought in my head that I should call her, I make sure I sit down somewhere quiet and have a little conversation with her in my mind. She’s looking out for me, and at last I have learned to listen.

I believe that Donna’s mother not only put the thought into her head that she should be cautious, but she also put the word ‘Stop!’ into her husband’s mouth. She wasn’t taking any chances with the safety of her beloved family.