Life
Experiences of Bill McDonald
From the Book
"A Spiritual Warrior's Journey"
Angels and
Dogs
The year was 1956, and I was 10 years old. I had just returned home
from my long stay at the San Jose County Hospital where I was a captive for
almost a full year of my young life. I had been through some long treatments and
a year of complete bed rest. I was just glad to be alive and home again.
I was looking for ways to make myself better, not just physically
but spiritually as well. Even though I was very young, I felt a strong urge and
need to draw closer in my personal relationship with God. One of the first
things I remember doing was taking a vow never to eat meat again. My thinking
was that if the Catholics did not eat meat on Fridays, then I could go without
it altogether. After all, I had so much to be grateful for. My mother was
supportive of my decision, but she did suggest that I eat some fish and fowl
since otherwise there would not be much for me to consume.
Shortly after making this personal decision, I shared a strange yet
beautiful experience with my mother. The moment still stands out brightly in my
heart and mind today. We were resting on the sofa in the living room when I
began to hear what sounded like the singing of a church choir. I had never in
all my life heard singing as wonderful as this. The multitude of muted feminine
voices seemed to be coming from all around us, even from inside of me. The sound
and feel of the sensuous music
was soft—very holy, very sacred. I had never heard any church music sound so
inspiring or so beautiful.
At first, I had thought that someone may have left on a radio or a
record player. I could tell from the look my mother gave me that she was hearing
the singing also! We both got up and searched the entire house, but we could not
locate the source of this beautiful singing. No matter where I went, the music
followed me. Outside, it seemed to be coming from the sky itself. A pleasurable,
blissful chill came over my entire body, and a joyful shiver raced up my spine.
It was like being loved and being in love.
No matter where we went, the music remained the same volume as if it
were a part of us. The voices were everywhere, singing, praising, loving. My
mother and I finally stood side by side, listening. Peace washed over both of
us. I embraced the feeling of love that blossomed within myself. I felt as if I
were being hugged by a divine being. Neither I nor my mother could offer any
explanation for the singing, so we just absorbed all that awesome peace.
Finally, after a blissfully long time, the voices gently faded.
My mother and I both felt lightheaded and joyous for several days
following that event. Later, when my mother suggested to me that we had perhaps
been blessed to hear the angels themselves singing, I fully accepted that as a
fact. And it felt right.
Just a short while after this shared experience, a passing car hit
one of our dogs. He could barely move when I found him lying there in the
street. I tearfully carried him inside the house to the sofa where I knelt down
on my knees and prayed. I prayed with all my heart and soul for God to heal my
dog. With all my faith, I tensed up my entire body; then, I gently laid my hands
on the dog and wished with all my strength for God to transfer that energy to
him. It felt like electricity jumping from my fingertips into the dog's body. To
my astonishment, my dog suddenly jumped off the sofa. He paraded around the
house as if nothing had ever happened. He was healed! I believed that God healed
my dog because I had trusted and believed in Him. My faith in God had healed my
dog.
More strange and wonderful experiences began to unfold after that
healing. I found that I was aware of events in the future, not just my own
future but in the futures of other people I didn't even know.
At the time, I did not realize what was unfolding or why these
things were happening to me. Back then, I was but a small, trusting child who
somehow was graced to have experienced the magic and holiness of God's angels. I
heard them sing, and they touched my heart and soul forever!
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Copyright 1990 - W. H. McDonald Jr.
