An Angel Walked Beside Me: Amazing stories of children who touch the other side
Renowned psychic Joan Charles reveals stories from her twenty-five years as a spiritual communicator. Looking in detail at the amazing psychic abilities of children, both passed and on this plane, Joan shares tales of love and loss, and secrets and lies, which go far beyond our Earthly experience.Joan had her first experience of the spiritual world at the age of four. One night, struggling to sleep, she lay in bed with a feeling of dread knotting her stomach and playing on her mind. As she lay there she saw a dark figure float past the open curtains. And immediately, in her mind, although only four years old, she knew she had just seen the Angel of Death. The next morning she kept quiet, and didn't say anything to anyone, keeping her experience to herself, even as she heard her dad say that her Uncle John had died suddenly in the night.This was Joan’s first, and very personal, experience of the extraordinary abilities a child can have. What follows are a collection of the other remarkable experiences Joan has had as she has come to terms with her talents and discovered those of many other, amazing, psychic children.At a time when so many of us are searching for meaning, Joan encourages us to look at the natural and loving messages that surround us; messages that can add a richness to our daily lives and relationships, giving us guidance and hope.Packed with incredible anecdotes and heart-warming stories, this book will amaze and move you in equal measures.
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An Angel Walked Beside Me
Amazing True Stories of Children with Special Gifts
Joan Charles
Dedication
I dedicate this book to all four of my amazing children who have been and continue to be my greatest teachers, my rocks. They give me endless amounts of encouragement and support; if it had not been for them continually saying, ‘Go on, Mum – do it!’ I might never have taken the first steps on this path which have led to such an amazing journey.
To my grandchildren, my little angels who continually surprise and delight me with their own simple yet amazing gifts.
To my mum and dad, who have passed from the Earth plane, but who gave me many spiritual gifts without realising how important they were.
To Rita, my sister, for giving me love, support and spiritual treasures along the way.
I couldn’t forget my Uncle Joe, who was always my hero and who made my time with him very special.
A special thanks to Ellie and Colin for allowing me to write about their psychic talents and also to my daughters, Dannielle and Simonne, for their stories from when they were young which have helped to make this book possible.
To all the precious friends who have walked the path with me in times of challenge and adversity. They have supported me along the way no matter what. I want to name a few special ones: Maureen, whom I have known since my teenage years, who never judges, always listens and supports, and is constantly there for me; also Myra and Liz; my dear friend and spiritual mentor, Bill Whiland; Stephen and Jenny Cosh, who mean the world to me and continually support me and give sound advice; also my ex-husband Davy, who was truly instrumental in nudging me on my spiritual journey in the early years.
I feel blessed to have had such a wealth of love and support from family and friends. Words alone could never express the real gratitude and love I feel for you all.
I especially want this book to be for all parents and children who are on their own psychic journeys, in the hope that it provides a glimmer of hope, knowledge, support and understanding of the natural gifts with which we all arrived in this world, and that it allows you to take these gifts beyond all limitations on an incredible and amazing journey filled with magic.
Contents
Prologue: Through a child’s eyes
1. The stories that need to be told
2. The journey of life
3. Lost and found
4. Learning and loving
5. A lasting memory
6. The bonds that do not weaken
7. The comfort they bring
8. Crystal children
9. The wonder all around us
10. Indigo children
11. Seeing double
12. Naughty and nice
13. My little friend
14. An extended family
15. Angels, gatekeepers and secrets
16. Reflecting and learning
Afterword
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Credits
Copyright
About the Publisher
Prologue
Through a child’s eyes
I first became aware of my psychic powers when I was five years old.
Actually, that’s not true. I always knew I had those powers; I just didn’t understand them.
When I was little, I always felt very alone, very isolated. I didn’t know my place and I wasn’t quite sure how to fit in. I was a shy child and constantly being told by my mother that I was ‘highly strung’. What I really felt was that I had been invited to join a game but no one had told me the rules. I had a sense of there being something waiting for me, something that was my destiny, but, of course, I couldn’t put it into words at such a young age. I always felt awkward, and I spent a lot of time sitting in corners, waiting, waiting, waiting – what was I waiting for? My life to start. My real life to start. The one in which everything made sense and the world stopped being such an unfathomable place. It would be a long time before that happened, but, when I was five, I got a glimpse of what I was waiting for and what was waiting for me.
Before I started school, my family – a very traditional, solid, working-class family – had moved from Port Glasgow in Scotland to Burnley, Lancashire. We lived in a house on the same street as my dad’s brother, Uncle John, but I didn’t have much to do with him. One night I was lying in bed. My little sister Rita was fast asleep in the bed next to me, but I was wide awake. It was dark, and my bed was positioned by the window. The curtains were open and I could see the moon shining high above me, but it wasn’t comforting. I couldn’t sleep because I had a terrible feeling of dread knotting my stomach and playing on my mind. I often had trouble sleeping, and this night was no different in that respect; however, none of the usual tricks did me any good. I counted sheep, I thought of nice things like my favourite dolly and I told myself that my mummy and daddy were in the room next door. The outside doors were locked and no one could get in. None of it made any difference, because something inside me knew that locks and doors couldn’t keep everything out.
The sense of waiting – the waiting I always felt part of – was there, but I felt that it would soon be over.
As I lay in my bed, I saw what I still call ‘the Dark Thing’.
