When doing research for my second book I came across some amazing first-hand accounts of itladian events. Many of these never made the final version of the book but all are fascinating. Below is one of the most interesting. I have tried to contact the lady in question but unfortunately her email address is no longer active. (If you do happen to read this, Troica, please get in contact).
The event was placed on an "Angelic Encounter" site and was presented as evidence of angelic protection. I am sure that us itladians would agree with the overall belief but we would suggest that for "Angel" read "Daemon". Troica writes:
' It was Christmas Eve and I was driving to a friend's house during the hectic, Los Angeles rush-hour. The night was pitch black and raining so hard that visibility was nil. The three lanes of traffic on congested La Cienega Blvd. were stopped for a red light and my tiny white sports car was the last in a very long line of vehicles. I was in the far left lane, wedged next to a 2 foot high cement island, casually looking through my rear view mirror at the reflection of the street lights and holiday decorations on the dark, shiny wet street behind me when I saw the three cars. There was one in each lane speeding towards the stopped traffic, exceeding the speed where they could safely stop. The cars suddenly slammed on their brakes and started sliding and swerving all over the road as they attempted to stop.
I knew for certain that my car would be hit and having no way to escape it, murmured, "Please, God, help me" as I braced myself for the impact. I kept looking through the mirror and watched the cars approach. Unexpectedly, I felt a very gentle, soft tap at the back of my car followed by a slight lifting sensation but did not see a car hit me. I then hear the crash of the cars slamming into other cars. I waited a few moments for the dust to settle and then got out of my car to see what had happened and give assistance if anyone needed help.
As I exited, I was surprised to find my car sitting on the cement island. I had not felt enough of an impact to have moved that far, plus the car was exactly parallel to its original position, as if it had been lifted up and moved three or four feet to the left then set gently down. It seemed slightly strange but at the time I really didn't give it much thought.
Fortunately, no one was physically hurt, however there was considerable damage to several of the stopped cars and the three cars that had hit them. What amazed me was that everyone wanted to know how I was and how much damage my car had suffered. I said I was fine and that nothing had happened to me or my car as I was not hit. With that statement, fifteen people stared at me with disbelief, asking "What do you mean nothing happened to you? We saw your car fly through the air! You got hit harder than any one else." We then all walked to my car and observed that there was not one scratch or mark on it and also realized that the position of my car was against all possible laws of physics.
I was thankful that there were so many witnesses to this incident as it opened my eyes to the miracle that had just taken place. From my perspective nothing happened and I was not hit. After they told me of their perspectives, I realized that a force had protected me by lifting my car out of harm's way. Although I did not see or hear anything, I know the gentle tap and lift that I felt had to have been from my Guardian Angel."
This seems to be some form of temporal change or else a slip between alternative universes. However one interprets it it is a fascinating incident. It would be great if we could find some witnesses to it!