Smoking Saved My Life

Angelic Intervention Story

Let me preface this by stating I’m no longer a smoker, and I certainly don’t advocate for a habit that takes the lives of countless people each year. That being said, if you’re addicted to nicotine, I can empathize with you because I’ve walked a mile in your shoes. But once upon a time, smoking actually saved my life. Here’s what happened.

I was in my early twenties. My friends and I had been at a bar and left around midnight. Wanting the fun to continue, we took the party to a nearby apartment that a friend of a friend occupied. Drinks were poured, the music was turned up, and everyone seemed to be having a good time. That is, everyone but me.

Soon, I felt uneasy in this apartment. Something didn’t feel right. I didn’t know the people who began to arrive. And while I pride myself on accepting people for who they are, these guys didn’t seem like my type of crowd. They began placing weapons on the table, debating which would cause the most damage in a street fight. I saw brass knuckles, a few knives, and even a handgun on the table. Other guys present were passing around copious amounts of drugs that are highly illegal in all fifty states.

I took this as my cue to excuse myself from the party. But how? I’d had too many drinks to drive home safely. I was already looked at with suspicion because I hadn’t touched the drugs, and I didn’t have any weapons to brag about. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I was clearly out of my element and wanted to be anywhere else but there.

Just then, a whisper inside my head told me to leave the room. In fact, the voice was adamant that I needed to leave the room IMMEDIATELY. Although hardly a whisper, the urgency was felt to my core. I stood to my feet and nervously announced that I was stepping outside. Suddenly, I felt like a gazelle at the edge of crocodile-infested waters. A few guys looked me up and down like they were trying to gauge my intentions. Had I seen too much? Did they think I would call the police?

Suddenly, the voice inside my head insisted I needed a reason to step outside. This would ease their suspicions. “Grab your pack of smokes, and don’t forget your lighter,” said the voice in my head.

“I’m just gonna head to the balcony for a quick cigarette,” I said. “I’ll be right back.” One guy tapped his brass knuckles on the table while silently staring at me. He nodded as if giving me permission. I grabbed my pack of cigarettes and exhaled a sigh of relief under my breath.

Once outside, it was only a matter of seconds before I heard the gunshot. My heart began racing, and I was unsure what to do. Poking my head back inside, I asked what happened. To my surprise, several of the men at the table were laughing hysterically (clearly, the drugs had kicked in.) They pointed to a nearby chair and said the gun accidentally went off. A bullet hole was visible near the top of the chair’s backrest.

Before standing up to leave the room, I’d been sitting in that very seat. The bullet would have gone straight through my chest. Given the proximity of the gun to the chair, I can’t imagine the chances of survival would have been very good.

A voice inside my head and a pack of cigarettes saved my life on that fateful night. So, who was it that spoke to me? A spirit guide? A deceased loved one? I thanked them all to cover my bases. At the time, I lacked my current understanding of intuition and how Spirit communicates with us. This shows the spirit world can help us out in a pinch. You don’t need to be an expert in talking to spirits. Heck, you apparently don’t even need to be sober. You simply need to listen to your intuition. Trust your gut instincts and act accordingly. I suppose some call this faith… believing in something greater than ourselves with the hope there is a plan in place. Call it what you want, but my bullet-free chest proves that angels (in their many forms) do exist.

While this story is entirely true, I suppose it’s a rather dramatic example of how a person’s “spiritual team” looks out for them.

Most days don’t involve dodging bullets. On a given Tuesday, your spirit guide might be the voice in your head who says, “Hey, your shirt is inside out.” Or, “You’re leaving the house without your purse!” Or, in some cases, they might say, “Yes, I know you need to use the bathroom, but I’m not permitted to make traffic lights turn from red to green.”

Hey, it never hurts to ask. While there are certain boundaries they’re not allowed to cross, the spirit world is remarkably clever when it comes to offering assistance. So, next time you can’t find your reading glasses, ask for their help. Just be sure to check the top of your head first. *wink*.

Before I sign off, I’m not suggesting that every single thought in your head is coming from your spirit guides or deceased grandmother. Sometimes, a thought is just a thought. And a craving is just a craving. My daughter recently told me she thought her spirit guides wanted her to have a blizzard from Dairy Queen. I asked why, and she said it was because she couldn’t get the thought out of her head. I couldn’t help but laugh. And I also couldn’t deny it was an excellent idea… so we indulged in some chocolate shakes and talked more about spirit guides.

Besides, after kicking the smoking habit years ago, I figured I deserved a sweet treat. I bet you do, too. So enjoy life’s little pleasures in moderation whenever you can. And while you do, please know the spirit world is never too far away. They join in our happiness and view our lives as a reality show from which they can’t possibly look away.

Until next time, thanks to everyone for reading, and a VERY special thank you to my paid subscribers for supporting my journey as an author. My new book will be available any week now. More on that soon. Stay safe, everyone.

Cheers,

Andy