Something/someone's been there and made a positive difference when it's been needed on numerous occasions, but no visions of angels or indians to report. In fact, if a guardian-angel in whatever form did bother to manifest itself, I suspect it would be red in the face with exasperation in my case and would probably say something along the lines of: ' You bloody idiot ! Keep this up, and you're going to find yourself on your own ! '
Once though, I must have caught the attention of a guardian-angel-type that had once been a prize-fighter. At the time I was misguidedly tolerating a physical bully, in the belief I could, through patience and forgiveness, change-him-and-bring-forth-the-wonderful-qualities-I-was-convinced-lay-there-just-waiting-to-burst-through.
One night though, the bully went too far. Initially there was nothing to set it apart from any other similar occasion, except on this particular night, I lost several minutes, for which I've never been able to account. I've seen reference in UFO forums, to 'walk ins'; apparently they're entities that walk-into people's bodies and oust the original owner. My experience was of only very brief duration however and thus might be termed a pop-in.
The bully began his routine as usual, but my patience and forgiveness deserted me for some reason. I leapt up on the bed, tore off my pin-on hair-piece; ripped out my false tooth and threw it; tossed my earrings and necklace across the room; kicked off my shoes and ....
At some undetermined point later, I found myself staring down at the bully who by this stage was cowering in a corner, his big muscled arms pulled up protectively to his head, his legs pulled up tight to his body, his battered face peeping fearfully at me from between his fingers. All that was left of his shirt was the neck and short sleeves and the strip that connected them and he was whimpering in fear. I was astonished. Who had done this? Not me, certainly; it was impossible. He was a giant who thought nothing of taking on two or three other giants at once; he was a legendary fighter. I was a skinny, scared-of-my-own-shadow girl six inches shorter and four stone lighter than he, in my best going-out mini-skirt outfit.
There was no-one else in the house though; just the bully and me.
When the bully grasped that his beating was over, he bolted like a scared cat. Strangely, we never discussed it afterwards, not ever. After he'd gone, I went around the room, retrieving all the bits I'd discarded when I'd stripped for battle. I didn't have a mark on me. I couldn't remember what had happened and have never remembered it. Missing time. I was at first mortified at what had occurred, then embarrassed, then fearful that I harboured King Kong. And fancy taking out my false-tooth, I thought. How could I have done that? It was my big, awful secret and I would normally have died before I'd let anyone see my missing tooth.
Nowadays, I attribute it to a very hands-on ex-boxer type who may well have been an apprentice and/or learner at guardian-angelship. Wings would definitely have got in his way, as would a feathered-headdress. Of course, there's always the possibility that my wingless, featherless guardian was female; a Boudicea type. Whatever the case, he/she was an angel of immediate action, lol.