For the people who say they see spirits or angels... what do they look like?

Thanks.

i think they can also look like a colored ball of light...   from what i hear that's how they normally look in the afterlife, but then can transform into any shape, such as their physical body from their last life to appear to people they knew

I had only one experience where a spirit looked just as physical as anyone else and interacted as if completely physical.  At first I thought he was a normal, physical person but then he appeared one night out of thin air, and still appeared solid.  By the way, I wasn't the only one who saw and interacted with him. 

On other occasions I've seen spirits in my mind who could interact within my physical environment.  And another occasion where I saw a spirit with my physical eyes who was superimposed on my physical enviroment but not interacting with it, i.e. he passed through things.  He looked solid as well. 

On another occasion I saw a spirit who appeared in the form of a cloud, not like a mist but like a cloud from the sky, and very solid. 

I haven't yet figured out if there is anything that I did on these occasions that made my seeing them possible.

With my eyes open I tend to see them as points of light. Kathy (Lights of Love) informed me that this is how they are seen from the crown chakra. Occasionally I'll see spirits that are a mixture of white and blue light and the size of an upper body. I've also seen them as orbs of light that looked different than what you see in photos.

When my eyes are closed I see them in whatever matter they present themselves.

Hi Orlando,

There's a lot to this story that makes it quite amazing.  In 1996 I developed a bad cough for an unknown reason.  For two months I heard in my head a real voice, every day, that said, "You have a tumor.  It is centrally located".  Of course this was the most bizarre thing I'd ever experienced.  I had no idea what to think.  Had no clue what it meant or why.  I never told anyone and never went to the doctor.  I thought they would call me crazy.  Then one night I awoke from a sound sleep because my 8 month old baby was crying.  He had never cried in the middle of the night, ever, so we were shocked he was crying.  I mean, it just wasn't something we were used to.  Once I sat up in bed the cough began again.  And this time it was so much worse it got to the point where I was severely hyperventilating and I literally could not get air into my lungs.  After a few minutes of gasping for air I began to cough up blood.  It came up in chunkfuls from my lungs. 

Once I got to the ER and they x-rayed me, they discovered a tumor inside of the lower lobe of my left lung.  It was about the size of baseball and had broken open a blood vessel which had slowly leaked blood for quite some time.  The x-ray showed that such a large portion of my lungs were still filled with blood.  The amount of blood I had in my lungs before coughing up large amounts of it was enough that I should have drowned in my own blood.  It was amazing that I was laying on my back sound asleep, with my lungs filled with blood.  Had I slept even so much as another hour, I would have died.  It was amazing the baby decided to cry and wake us up at that point in time.  Like i said, he was a baby who never cried before. 

In the ER when they told me I needed surgery it scared me to death.  I was afraid of what the tumor meant, what if I had cancer?  What if I died during surgery?  What if I had complications with the anesthesia?  I was terrified.  I prayed to God to please let me live.  In my prayer I stated that if it was my time to go, then I could accept that.  But that if I had a choice in the matter, then I wanted to live!  I finally ended my prayer with, "please just let me know if I am going to die or not.  Just let me know somehow.  I just don't want death to be a surprise". 

In my hospital room the night before the surgery I met a man who came into the room to talk to me about the surgery.  I assumed he was a hospital worker, although he wore plain clothes and had no name badge.  My family met him too, and he seemed perfectly normal.  But when he talked to me privately alone, preparing me for what to expect the next morning before surgery, he began to tell me things that no one could have known.  He told me what time my husband would arrive in the morning, right down to the minute.  He explained that my husband would be running late because of the baby.  He told me what time my brother and sister-in-law would arrive, and my parents, etc.  He explained exactly, detail by detail, what I could expect the next morning.  I was dumbfounded.  I had no idea what to think of this man.  How on earth could he know these kinds of details?  As it turned out, everything happened exactly the way he described.  All I could do was just shake my head in amazement.  The last thing he told me was that I wasn't going to die.  He said that the surgery would go fine and that I didn't have anything to worry about.  I didn't believe him.  I was so scared and I thought that he was just being nice and trying to take my mind off of being scared.

The surgery did go fine and all was well.  After the first couple of days after surgery I was doing better and better.  One afternoon my nurse told me that she would allow me to sleep the entire night alone.  Up until then I had a nurse come check on me about every hour to wake me, to turn me over, to check my vital signs, etc.  I didn't get much rest that way, but she said I was doing so good now that she would allow me to sleep the whole night.  Well, that was great up until 2:30 in the morning.  I woke up wide awake, having gotten enough straight sleep that I was fresh and awake.  But I laid there thinking, "well now what do I do?  It's way past visiting hours, I can't call my family, and I'm wide awake". 

Then I began to think about the nice young man who had come to comfort me before my surgery.  I remembered his presence was so loving and kind, the kind of feeling I've never, ever felt from anyone before.  His very presence had me in awe.  I laid there thinking, "I sure wish I could see that nice man again.  He was such a comfort to me". 

And that's when all of a sudden he popped into the room right out of thin air.  I am not exaggerating here!  It stunned me like you would not believe!  He stood there beside the bed with a soft glow about him, smiling so lovingly down at me.  I exclaimed, "It's YOU!  You're here!"  And he said, "I'm always here for you Vicky". 

He said, "Remember when I told you that you were not going to die, and you didn't believe me"?  I said "yes".  He said, "I want you to know that it was my job to come here and tell you that.  It was my job to tell you that you weren't going to die".  I know that at this point my jaw was on the floor and that I couldn't believe what I was hearing!  He reiterated that before my surgery I wanted to know if I was going to die or not, and that it was his job to come here to tell me that I was not going to die.  "You needed to know that, and I came here to tell you".  At that point I remembered my prayer to God, my silent prayer that nobody knew about.  I hadn't told anyone that prayer.  And yet he knew exactly what that prayer was about.  Just the fact that he appeared out of thin air to me was amazing, and yet here he was telling me that it was his job to tell me I wasn't going to die. 

This was the most amazing experience to me.  I'm not a religious person, but I do pray.  My idea of God means what it means to me, and everyone has their own beliefs.  But here was something so amazing, a personal answer to a prayer that could only mean that whatever praying to God meant to me, it meant that my prayer was heard and answered. 

This young man then sat on the edge of the bed and prayed with me, although I don't remember the exact wording, and that's the last I remember.  I woke the next morning not having memory of having fallen asleep.  When the nurse came in I told her about the man, about who he was, how I'd met him before the surgery and about how he came in at 2:30 in the morning.  She didn't know who he was and said that no one had come in the room.  She said, "The nurses's station is right outside your room.  No one came into your room last night.  We don't allow visitors at that time anyway."  I knew this experience was something very amazing and very powerful.

Wow, no I'm glad for all your questions.  Believe me, a day doesn't go by where I don't think about this experience, and it's been what, 11 years?  I actually hold that day as a holiday for me, July 25, and I celebrate it every year, not only because I got to live that day but also for the most incredible experience of my life, one that completely changed things for me.

I'll try to answer your questions.  Yes my family saw him and spoke with him as well.  My whole family was present in the hospital room most of the time, so several interactions with this young man included my family being there.  The first day he came in to talk with us at a least a couple different times.  That's why he seemed like a regular, physical human being.  We had no way and no reason to tell he was anything different.  
And yes everyone remembered him.  When he told me the detailed account of what to expect the next morning right before surgery, no one else was present in the room.  This was perhaps later on in the evening.  Yes, I'm 100% sure about the exact details he gave which all happened exactly as he told them.  It was something like, him saying my husband planned to arrive at 6:30 am but would be running late because of trying to get the baby ready, and he actually wouldn't show up until 7:05.  Just funny details like that.  He knew things my mom and dad were going to do and say.  There were some strange details that I thought were not normal or necessary things he needed to prep me for, so that's why I wondered why he was saying them.  Now I believe that it was a little sign for me to recognize that this was no ordinary experience, him coming to visit me.  It just added to the amazement and memory of the experience, as if it were meant to help prove that this was something special going on.  

I believe he did have physical contact with me.  I do remember him sitting on the edge of my hospital bed a couple times, once before surgery and once after, as he asked if he could sit and say a prayer with me.  Like I said, I'm not a religious person but if someone wants to say a prayer with and for me I don't push it away.  Everything helps, especially good intentions and acts of love and kindness.  Once he was sitting on the bed I think, but am not sure, he held my hand during the prayer.  Again, I had no reason to think he wasn't a regular man.  The thing about feeling his presence, it was like the air around him was so pure and brilliant, and the love and kindness that came off of him was like it was radiating from him.  It's the kind of awe feeling that makes you completely forget every pain, every problem you've ever had.  You are in such awe that you completely forget anything about yourself at that moment and are completely focused on that wonderful feeling you're getting.  

There wasn't any physical traces he left behind.

About the voice in my head warning me about the tumor, it wasn't like what you hear in your head when you think in your mind, it was like hearing a physical voice except I heard it inside my head.  The voice had no dialect, tone, or characteristics that I can describe.  It was just a voice.  I've never been able to figure out a way to describe it.  Yes, I've had it since this experience, and i've also had it prior.  At the time of this experience, I didn't remember having had "the voice" before.  But since I began documenting my paranormal experiences for my book I'm writing, I remembered an experience with this voice at least as far back as 1993.  It told me to get the phone, as I was about to lay down for a nap, because I'd be getting an important phone call.  Ha ha, I actually "argued" with this voice in my head, (just the same physical voice as in my tumor experience), and it persisted in telling me the phone would ring and it would be important.  I was mad but got the phone anyway, took my nap, and about 30 minutes later I awoke to the phone ringing.  It was my friend's 12-year-old daughter calling me because she was home alone, could not get ahold of her mom, and she needed to get to the pharmacy for a new inhaler.  She had asthma and her old inhaler was empty.  It wasn't life threatening, but she was scared and it was important to her to get help, so thus it was an important phone call.  It was weird, though, that voice.  I always wondered "who is it anyway??"  By the time of the voice about the tumor, I hadn't connected the two experiences, didn't really give my "weird" experiences much thought, but I did think about them off and on.  Now since writing my book it's been fun to look at all my experiences clumped together and realize what an amazing life I've had because of them.  

No I have not had anymore experiences with this young man, not that I know of.  Perhaps we meet and interact with people like this all the time but they give us no proof that they are something extraordinary.  I mean, really if he had not popped out of thin air to me, I probably would not have ever given him another thought.  It's when he did that and then explained about why he was there that I really put two and two together and realized what had taken place.  I've often wished I could experience another encounter with him, albeit under normal circumstances.  I wish I had had the presence of mind to ask him a bunch of questions too, but I was pretty stunned and amazed.  I guess it's like running into your favorite celebrity and being so star struck you can't think of anything to say until it's too late.  

At the time it happened I didn't really give much thought to spirit guides or angels.  It wasn't something I was into back then.  I didn't not believe in such a thing, but it wasn't something I was into.  At the time I remember thinking that he must be an angel, that this is what an angel is all about, answering prayers.  After this experience I read every book on true angel stories I could find, and was amazed to see how many people have had such experiences.  I didn't talk about this to anyone for one year, and finally I told my mom.  She was so excited she ran to get my dad and have me tell him too.  He said I should never be afraid to share that story, never be afraid of what people might think.  What they think is up to them, but at some point a story like this will reach someone who really needs to hear it.  And he's right.  I think about all the stories I've heard of other people's experiences that have really made an impact on me.  Take Bruce's life story for example.  What I've learned from him changed my life.  If he had been afraid to share his experiences, I wouldn't know what I know now, wouldn't have had a lot of the experiences I've had because of him.  

As for who this man was, I would simply guess he was a representation of our connection with our higher self, and our connection to God and Consciousness.  Whether I call him an angel, guide, or anything else really doesn't matter.  Perhaps if I were a religious person I may have seen him looking like a saint or something.  Who knows?

Again, I do believe many people have these kinds of encounters, but the person appearing to them may give no visible signs that they are not of this world.  They may just walk into our lives and we just assume they are a regular person.  I think if people really pay attention to coincidences in their lives they may start to realize that they've had extraordinary experiences too.  

always enjoy reading this story Vicky! can hardly wait for your book to come out.
love, alysia

Thanks for sharing that story Vicky.  Amazing!  I think that when you woke up several days after surgery at 2:30 am somehow emphasizes Bruce’s point that our non-physical experiences are stored in that area of consciousness where they occurred.  Essentially thinking about and remembering the young man again so intensely returned you to that area of consciousness where you could meet again.

Rob