Angels and Divine Intervention

One never knows what the day will bring.

Last November I boarded a plane in Allentown, Pennsylvania, for a trip west to Portland, Oregon. I was flying to the west coast to visit and support a dear friend.

As the flight attendant instructed us to buckle up, stow all carry on luggage and refresh our memories on the emergency exits, no one could know that we would be making an emergency landing in Roanoke. Virginia.

I was seated somewhere in the middle of the smallish Delta jet, one with only two seats on either side of the aisle. I was right in front of an older couple named Paul (81 years wise) and his wife Mary.

We were all settled in when the flight attendant asked for anyone with a medical background to come forward. “We have a passenger in need of medical attention.”

I’m not a doctor or a nurse, however the hair went up on the back of my neck and I realized it was the gentlemen in the seat behind me—Paul who was not doing so well. A nurse a few rows back made her way to him, kneeled in the aisle, took his pulse and tried to ask him a few questions.

As she was taking his vital signs I heard the angels saying "Get Up and help this man." I answered, "I don’t have medical background. They’llthink I’m crazy woman."

Well the voice in my head didn't let up and I turned around to see they really needed extra hands to get Paul’s sweater off, while the flight attendant feverishly went back and forth from the front of the cabin with cold compresses for his neck and forehead. Mary, his wife, and the nurse both struggled with the sleeve as Paul became increasingly clammy (and pale?)

I said to myself “Well, I can help with the sweater."

But then the voice in my head didn't let up, and as I looked into Mary’s eyes I heard myself saying, "I work with doctors in Pennsylvania and if you like I will help your husband." Mary noded with a look in her eyes I will never forget. (describe the look...fear? Gratitude? Hope?)

Paul was not responding to the nurse (what was the nurse doing now? Last we saw her she was tugging on his sleeve.) so I told Mary to keep talking to him.

“Tell him to stay with you. Let him hear your voice. Say his name. Tell him you are here with him.”

She did that and the nurse and I repeated "Stay with us Paul."

At this point I was assessing the energy field and figuring out what I could offer.

First, aligning with the highest good for Paul, I began to do energy healing with him. I did a cranial hold, usedpolarity points and qi gong.What ver I had in my bag of tricks, I was using. I worked in his heart and lung area, opening to the divine energy the best way I knew how.

I found that I was very calm and almost peaceful as I engaged with no hesitation, to do whatever I could--whatever I could. I gave the best I had, even if it might be only a 1 percent chance I could make a difference.

On a side note: It wouldn't be the first time someone thought I was a crazy woman and I’m sure it won’t be the last.

Paul’s pulse was very weak and the nurse said she thought we were losing him. I could feel it as well. The situation was serious, and at this point I wasn't sure if I would be helping him to stay or go.

I told his wife to keep talking to him. “He needs to hear your voice, Mary.”

I called in the angels and the energy and the flight attended asked no one in particular, "We need to land, don't we?". No one wanted to say out loud that he was dying.

The nurse and I both said, "Yes – we need to land now."

I took Mary's hand in mine to connect the three of us and be a support for her as well.

At that, the flight attendant informed the captain we needed to make an emergency landing as soon as possible and within what seemed like minutes we were landing in Roanoke, Virginia.

Mary squeezed my hand so intensely that my wedding ring dug into my other fingers and made me think, "What if this was my husband, Jeff?" Just like that I was back to doing what I was called to do, which was to be a channel for the Divine Light, to help Paul stay with us for bit longer.

I knew at that moment that the highest good was for Paul to stay with us here on earth if only for one more day or maybe until he got to spend time with his brother or say what he needed to say to his loved ones. I knew that with the help of the angels’ divine intervention Paul was not going to die that day. I could feel his energy shift and with that, his pulse began to return to normal.

As we taxied down the runway, I asked him if this was his wife next to him and he said "Yes." I asked her name, and he said, "Mary." We knew then that he was back. Everyone on the plane seemed to breathe again at once. By the time the paramedics made their way onto the plane. Paul was talking to us and seemed to be very much present once again. He apologized for having to land the plane and for everyone's inconvenience. I asked him if we had had to land the plane for me because I was in need of medical assistance, would he be mad or put out. He shook his head and said, "No of course not."

I said "That's good because that’s how we all feel about landing for you. Everyone is just glad you doing okay and can get checked out before you go on to visit with your brother."

Before I knew it, he was off the plane with his wife and I was sitting in their row reflecting on what had just happened.

The woman who was sitting across the aisle from Paul had pushed the call button initially, and had a front row seat for the whole thing said to her friend, "If it weren't for that woman (pointing to me) he wouldn’t have made it.”

No one will ever know for sure if Paul would have died on the plane that early November morning if I hadn’t been there or not.

But I know that I would say that woman was right, that without the Divine Intervention which I was honored to provide for a man I did not know, that Paul would have taken his last breath someplace high above the earth on that flight.

The sad part for me when I reflect on it or tell someone about it is that I was there and I know what happened and even so, I can easily say, "Aw, it was nothing, he just had a little spell, it wasn't the real thing."

It makes me sad to think that I could so easily let it go as if it were nothing, when I know for sure that it was Divine Intervention. The angels provided me the direction (nearly screaming in my head when I said at first, “I don't think so…”), then the strength and inner peace to do what needed to be done I’ll always be grateful that I was provided divine light that Paul and Mary needed at that moment.

We are all too easily pulled down into the questioning, how could that have made a difference. When all we need to do is believe.

I, for one, do!

- Brenda Lange