The Voiceless Voice.

Hello world. The following was written 4/13/2016.

Back in 2004, when I had my first motorcycle accident, my Husband and I had been discussing whether or not there were such things as Angels or Guardian Angels. I personally had a lot of doubt about them. I had no reason to think or believe there were such Beings due to all the abuses I endured growing up.

I was doing 50 mph on a curvy back road. As I came up to a left curve in the road saying 30 mph I found out my brakes had failed and my throttle was stuck. I was about to crash and die. In my own mind I was asking myself and God what do I do. I heard a Voiceless Voice then. I listened and did what The Voiceless Voice said. The Voiceless Voice told me to close my eyes and relax. I felt no fear in that moment, just comfort. I knew I was headed right at a telephone pole and a barbed wire fence with no chance to escape it. Yet, I was tossed from the bike and came to rest almost 300 feet around the curve, in the middle of the road after bouncing along drainage boulders like a rag doll.

The second time I heard The Voiceless Voice I was sitting in a wheelchair in my kitchen home alone. I was in severe pain and I couldn’t open my medicine bottles. I sat there screaming at a God I hated to get me out of the hell I was in without wading through a bunch of bullshit or I was checking out. I was done and didn’t want to live anymore. I heard The Voiceless Voice again, telling me to pay attention to everything I was taking into me on all levels. Everything being foods, medicines, words…