The Art Of Religion Book

“My Guardian Angel and I”

This is another short version of a story taken from my Art of Religion book. About two years after the Angelic boat adventure story had taken place, another interesting event happened.

I had always believed in Angels, especially Guardian Angels. I had spoken to my Guardian Angel many times by faith, but he had never answered me back. Cutting this story very short, let me say that I had an opportunity one day during Salmon Season, to spend my lunch hour fishing along a quiet, private and pristine beach.

Unfortunately, the tide was wrong, the high tide had already peaked and the tide was now getting very low. What is called the “Bite,” normally happens on the incoming tide, when the bait-fish get swept close to shore, with the hungry salmon usually in hot pursuit.

I could see a half dozen or so other fishermen from my vantage point, but nobody seemed to be getting any bites at all, including me. After over-fishing my allotted lunch break, I decided to make one more cast with my “buzz-bomb” lure. During the previous hour, I had been thinking about a story that my friend Pat Holloran had told me about when he had communicated with his Guardian Angel.

As I prepared to make my last cast, I spoke out some questionable and not exactly polite words to my Angel. I told him, as my lure went flying into the surf, “If you are real, and you do have physical authority in situations like this, make a fish bite on my lure!”

Almost instantly, I saw and heard two splashes when my lure hit the water. The first splash was my lure hitting the surf and the second splash was a 4 pound Salmon, hitting my lure. That is when a fisherman would usually cry out, “Fish on!” However, as my rod bent over and the fish started to run for deep water, I found myself speechless.

My only intention at that point in time, was to do everything possible to safely reel that fish in. About the time that I was finally gaining control of landing the fish, my Angel communicated these words into my heart. “Never question my authority again!”

To this day, I have never questioned his existence or his spiritual or physical authority. His words were not meanly spoken, but they definitely commanded and received my full attention and respect.

Without speaking a word, I placed the fish inside a plastic garbage bag and headed for home. I quickly cleaned and refrigerated the fish, then headed out for my next afternoon appointment. I continued to process the details of that incident for the rest of that day. Needless to say, it became an exciting topic of conversation, while the salmon was cooking on the BBQ later that evening.