This is an event I don't normally share. But for some reason I feel compelled to right now.
25 years ago, I was working at a little pool hall. Upon closing, I was abducted at knife point, taken to another location and attacked. During the attack, I was somehow "forced" from my brain and body. The "Angel" who took over was successful in talking my attacker out of killing me.
My mouth was moving, but I was not in control. I could hear the words, but I wasn't saying them. The attacker let me go. Some would say it was my subconscious taking over, but then, they didn't "feel" how I was pushed out of myself. I refer to this as an Angel, as my life was spared. And that's what I concentrated on, I was needed for other things, my tasks in this life were not completed. Focusing on that is what got me through the trauma of the event.
I'm not certain why it was necessary for me to post this. When I feel this type of compulsion to share, it always means someone needs to hear my words. For whomever this was meant to be shared with, you have my prayers.