Heavenly Choir of Angels

One March morning, I was aroused from a very sound sleep by a continuous knocking on my front door. As I scattered my clothing across the bed, I found an appropriate robe to answer the door in. Whomever it was would just not go away. I was miffed as I stumbled to answer the seemingly urgent knock. As I peeked around the chain through the partially open door, there stood what looked to be a 1920’s kamikaze pilot … standing there in the blustering wind. He wore an old leather aviator’s hat that dropped down below his ears. The strap under his chin was broken and it blew in the wind.

I stood back behind the door, and I wondered why I hadn’ t closed the door straight away. Something held my attention. I took another peek. He was tall and skinny, and his clothes were tattered. On his feet he wore a pair of old, rugged, high-top army boots.

As I tried backing out of communicating with him, I kept hearing my wind chimes blowing and tinkling from my back deck, and also some that sounded even closer. I looked again at the tall gentleman, and there in his hand was a rusty hanger with the most beautiful crystal wind chimes that I had ever seen, or heard, in my life.

You have to understand, I collect wind chimes, and these chimes were so magnificent, I couldn’t resist holding the door wide open to ask this gentleman what he was here for.

“The chimes, Ma’am,” he said. “I’m selling the chimes.”

“How much?” I hurried him on.

“Twenty dollars.”  he said.

I wanted to buy the wind chimes, however, my husband had left on some quick errands and I didn’t have any cash with me. I tried to stall him by keeping a small conversation going.

“Where did you get such beautiful chimes? The sound is heavenly.”

He just smiled at me. “They are a gift,” he said. He spoke in a very low tone and the words sounded foreign. Just as I asked him to speak up I heard what sounded like a choir singing. It sounded very close by, but I couldn’t see anyone around. “Do you hear that?” I asked the man. “Yes,” he said calmly, “Those are my angels.”

He was speaking louder now as I gazed beyond him, to my front yard. Behind him I could barely see a white mist … standing in the midst of it, was what looked to be a choir of the most beautiful, angelic looking figures with wings, feathers, and all.

I asked, “You know there are angels behind you?”

“Yes,” he said, repeating himself. “They go everywhere with me. Don’t worry.”

I wondered if he could come back later when I was able to purchase the chimes. He said he was only allowed to come once but before he left he said, “I have to tell you, please try to remember — when you hear the wind chimes, it means the Angels are with you.” He walked away from me with a sideways step, and turned to the east as I closed my front door.

I sat down on my couch bewildered, pondering what had just happened. Feeling a sudden sense of urgency, and fortunately more awake, I ran back out to catch him. He was nowhere in sight.

In less than an hour, a storm rolled in and the trees in the back started to bend. The kids and I were playing cards in front of the window, my husband was called into work. Suddenly the leaves and branches from our largest tree, hit the window, startling all of us. Above all the commotion, I could hear the wind chimes blowing in the wind, and I remembered my stranger’s reminder. I could hear the choir of Angels singing again. Something came over me that told me to get the kids under my husbands sturdy oak desk in the corner of his office.

Just as I obeyed my intuition, we heard a loud crash and a windy roar … one of our trees crashed through the ceiling and onto the bottom floor in the exact spot we had just been playing cards. “Don’t worry,” I recalled what my angelic friend had said to me as he left abruptly.

Looking back on that day, I can only say that Angels are truly amongst us. They come in many forms. Listen to them closely. They are here to offer guidance and protection. We are all born with one Angel appointed just to us … mine might just be a pilot who sells wind chimes door-to-door.

9 thoughts on “Heavenly Choir of Angels

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  2. Abigail Ext 9570

    Angelic Protection dear heart. Since Christmas and holidays are involved it is a rebirth of sorts which results in all the joy. bounty & experiences these holidays bring in!!! This is Lovely
    I hear them when I need to feel they hear me ….it’s magical …
    Many Blessings

  3. Psychic Anya Dawn ext 9179

    Loved your truth (I dislike calling it a story!), Darcy. Very excellent for you to remind people to listen closely.
    Every single person receives many messages from Angels every single day. Often we think they are just our “own thoughts.”
    Anya Dawn

  4. Gina Rose ext.9500Gina Rose ext.9500

    Hi Darcy & Abigail,
    Actually….that was me singing!!!!!
    ( NOT)….he he…
    Seriously….when I crossed over the first time I heard angels singing….it was un-earthly but very beautiful, unlike anything most can imagine.
    I really enjoyed reading this article….
    Blessed Be )O(
    Gina Rose ext.9500

  5. Miss Krystal ext. 9192

    What a great story to wake up in the morning and find…Thanks, Darcy! I need to go get some chimes! I can hear my next door neighbors, but now, I need my own. Yes, Angels do come around.
    It’s interesting how they pick a lot of psychics. I am noticing that. I have had two major experiences, both were in childhood.
    Miss Krystal

  6. Abigail Ext 9570

    Beautiful story to read this morning. You reminded me that whenever I invoke angel pressense I hear the Choir. It is absolutley heavenly. I’ll be listening for them today….Your an earth angel Darcy!
    Many Blessing

  7. Gina Rose ext.9500Gina Rose ext.9500

    Hi Darcy,
    What delightful article…..
    I collect windchimes and wind spinners…
    I had a total of 21 chimes hanging off my back porch last year when a tornado stripped them all off…..some I never even found. LOL.
    But I’m hanging out all new ones this year…
    …I LOVE the sound of chimes.
    It is so relaxing to sit out on my porch and listen to the chimes as I watch the hummingbirds on their feeders sip nectar.
    I LOVE to sit out at midnight, on a warm and breezy summer night, and watch the stars as I listen to the chimes sway gently in the breeze.
    And those illusionary type wind-spinners are pretty to watch as well…almost hypnotic.
    Blessed Be )O(
    Gina Rose ext.9500

  8. Believer

    What a great story to read on this beautiful Sunday morning. Thanks for the reminder that angels are always among us. I’m glad that you and your family were not at the table when the tree fell, thank god for your intuition and the angels!
    I always enjoy your articles!


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