By Leona Thomas
On 5 December 2006 in Thailand, I had gone back into my kitchen and discovered a fire that rapidly engulfed the lower part of my body, setting fire to my fisherman's pants. I got out to safety and somehow my fisherman's pants stopped burning on their own. I was home free.
Or was I?
My Spirit team had stopped me from running away from the kitchen doorway. Now they nudged me to look back at the kitchen. I looked through that doorway and saw that the gas bottle was still engulfed in a ball of fire! And, as I looked, I realised I had no memory that there was a fire. Shock does funny things to the mind, it seems.
I woke up out of my trance and sprinted along the balcony, then turned and ran across the terrace towards my steps.
Ahead of me was a restaurant that was mostly on the ground floor with a shop inside too. But there was one raised balcony with seating and that faced my little house. It was about 10 metres away from me and, for the only time in the whole 8 weeks I lived there, people were sitting up on that raised balcony! Some of them were facing me.
I stopped running and shouted, "Fire! Fire!" but my voice came out in a squeak. Even I could hardly hear it. But I knew I had to make myself heard. I took a deep breath and deliberately lowered the pitch of my voice and started again. This time my voice was loud and strong, "FIRE! FIRE!" and, miraculously, not only did those diners hear me but they actually understood what I was shouting too! The man facing me turned and shouted over his shoulder into the restaurant, pointing in my direction.
The son-in-law of the restaurant owner just happened to be in that restaurant, right by the front entrance at that time. He heard the shout and sprinted towards me. As he ran up the steps he asked, "Where is it?" and I replied, "Kitchen!" We raced along the balcony towards the fire.
The young man entered the kitchen and I watched from the doorway as he bashed the shutter doors open and then ran to the burning gas bottle. He plunged his right hand and arm down through the flames and turned the gas regulator off. Very quickly the fire died away.
Now the danger had passed I went to my bathroom and looked in the mirror. A strange sight met my eyes. 'What is that?' I thought as I looked at my hair. It looked like I had little birds' nests all over the top of my head! But when I touched them I discovered my hair had melted in the heat of the fire. Clumps of hair fell to the floor. My ponytail didn't survive the heat either. I had to get my hair cut a few days later!
But my hair was only a superficial thing. I had a problem. My right arm felt like it was burning from my elbow down to my wrist. All the hairs on my arm had been melted off but, apart from that, there was no obvious damage done. Yet my arm felt like it was on fire. So I went to the restaurant shop and asked if they had any cream for burns.
The old lady had a better solution.
She came back with a large Aloe Vera leaf that she had cut in half. She opened it up so that the soft gel was visible and I placed it on my forearm. It felt wonderfully cool against my burning skin. But after a while the heat of my arm warmed up the gel. So I moved it to the next part of my arm, where it felt cool again on my hot skin. I moved the Aloe Vera leaf up and down my arm in this way for a full 2 hours until finally there was no more pain in my arm.
Nowadays I wonder why I didn't take a paracetamol for the pain. Yet it was right to use this natural gift from nature. If my arm was feeling that much heat then there was a need for it to be released from my body. A painkiller would not have done that. And I wouldn't have known when the Aloe Vera had finished working its magic if I couldn't feel the pain as I moved the leaf across my arm.
I survived the fire in my kitchen with just some melted hair and a very sore arm.
My Angels and Spirit helpers knew it was going to happen and they took so many precautions to make sure that I came through the experience alive and well.
The Angels have told me that I must include this next piece.
It is very emotional for me to write what follows next.
My soul has started humming the tune Surrender To Your Soul to soothe my heart and slow my tears as I write...
There were two fires in Sri Tanu in December 2006.
On 24 December one of my students was very badly burned in a fire. He died on Christmas Day. He was just 8 years old.
We were at school playing games for Christmas when we heard the news of his death. I went home and cried for 30 minutes. Then I picked up my bamboo flute and played a tune I had never heard before. I can never play it without remembering the boy and his death.
The Angels want me to tell you that the 8-year-old boy had the same number of Angels and Spirit helpers with him when he was in the fire as I had when I was in mine.
He was not abandoned by his Angels. Far from it. They were with him through every moment of his experience too, by his side supporting him.
He died because it was his Soul's chosen way for him to die. And he chose to die when I was there. It was my last week for teaching. He chose to leave this planet on the day that Christians around the world celebrate the birth of Jesus. A day when the Light on the planet is at very high levels.
And because he chose to leave when I was there he is now in this blog story. The Angels say that he chose to be a catalyst for something very big indeed. And it is my honour to tell you now what that is.
As you read this two-part blog story about my experience of surviving a fire, the Angels have been working a miracle with your help..
With every word that you have read, the Angels have been holding the space of Love and Compassion for each and every person that has ever died in a fire or been injured in a fire, and for all of their friends and family too. Every person or animal that ever was affected by a fire in any lifetime is being held in the Grace of God right now. Even people who are yet to be born, that will experience fire in some way, are being held in this blessing every time somebody reads this post.
Breathe deeply and know that you are part of a miracle of Love.
This Angel blessing of Grace is being sent up and down the Ancestral Lines, across all time lines and in all dimensions and in all directions... This Angel blessing of Grace is being sent from the time when humans first walked on this planet until the time when there will no longer be any humans in existence. And so it is. Amen.
We thank you for joining us in this living prayer for all beings (not just humans) whose lives have been (or will be) touched by the tragedy of fire.
By Leona Thomas
In 2006 I spent 8 weeks volunteering as an English teacher at a government school on the Thai island of Ko Pha-Ngan. I was on the west coast in the small fishing village called Sri Tanu. On 5 December it was the Thai King's birthday so the school was closed. They decided to do a litter clean up on the beach...
When I woke up that morning I had no idea that something very unusual was going to happen. I had no idea that if I had made a different choice just 2 days before, this was going to be the last day of my life. It looked pretty much the same as any other day, except that I would have to go to the beach with the kids and a few other teachers.
In the classroom I had to dress as if I was in an office in London - which might have been ok if the temperatures were the same as London. Every work day I showered first thing in the morning, then just before going to work, and again the moment I got back from work!
But on this day we would be on the beach. Still, as a teacher on a workday I should look respectable. What to wear? I put on a smart pair of pants (UK trousers). On my way out of the door I had a change of mind. It saved my life.
I looked in the mirror and thought, 'These pants are too tight for bending down all day at the beach. I will have sweat marks around the crotch - not a good look for a teacher!' I changed out of the beige coloured fast-dry pants and put on a pair of Thai fisherman's pants.
The funny thing about those fisherman's pants was that I had suddenly decided, just two days before, to go to Thong Sala and mooch around the shops. Although I had no previous interest in buying any clothes and certainly had paid no attention to fisherman's pants, I found myself buying a very baggy striped pair!
So now that I had changed into my newly purchased pair of pants I set off for a seemingly uneventful day. I picked up litter, I photographed children, I shot a video. And then I came home.
This is where it gets interesting.
I was staying in a small brick cottage on stilts, with nothing between me and the view of the sea on the west coast. The sunsets were breathtaking. I came home, climbed the steps and went straight to the kitchen to prepare some food. I had a single gas ring on the worktop, connected by a long plastic tube to a large gas bottle. I put some chopped up vegetables into a wok with a lot of water and left it all to simmer.
The weather was rough by this time, with strong winds. It looked like a storm was coming. The shutters at the kitchen window kept banging so I locked them shut. There was no glass in the window; it was just an opening - a very typical basic Thai design!!
I closed the kitchen door behind me and walked back along the balcony to the terrace at the side of my little house. Somebody had left an English language newspaper on a chair for me so I settled down to read. I was so engrossed that I lost track of time.
Because it was so close to the end of the year the horoscope section of the paper was a little different than usual. They had a whole section about what the New Year would have in store for us. I settled down to find out what all the Leos in the world might expect to happen in 2007. It all seemed very normal. But then I read something that made no sense at all. My mind said, "Huh??" So I went back a few sentences and read again. No, it still made no sense. I read a few sentences further on. No, it really made no sense at all. It did not fit in with anything that was written in the horoscope. I read again but could see no reason why the newspaper should have printed the simple sentence, "Beware the fire."
After about 20 minutes of perusing the paper I suddenly recalled my vegetables cooking in the kitchen. I hurried along the balcony thinking that maybe they might have boiled dry. I didn't want to damage the wok.
As my left hand touched the kitchen doorknob a Spirit voice said, "Stay out of the fire!"
I don't know if you have ever given any thought to how you enter a room when you have to open the door first? I have had many years to review what happened next. I only can tell you that, having turned the round doorknob to release the door, I continued holding it as I walked forward. The opening door walked me into the room...
The kitchen was tiny. As the door opened more and more of the room was revealed. At first I could see the plate rack and the closed shutters nearby, then the kitchen sink and taps, and finally the single gas ring. By this time the door was nearly fully open and still moving. A split second later it was resting against the left side wall of the room. And I was standing, still holding on to the doorknob, with my legs right up against the gas bottle. The room was that small.
But there was a problem.
The plastic tube that ran from the gas tank to the small gas ring was not actually visible to me. The whole length of that plastic tube was hidden inside a large column of fire! The fire was along the whole of the tube and had a diameter of about 10 inches. I felt no fear; I had little time for anything!
With the door open beside me and the strong winds from the oncoming storm, suddenly everything changed. There was no spirit voice now. There was no noise, nothing to signal anything had happened. But now the fire was not only along the length of that tube... The wind had changed something and now the whole gas bottle was engulfed in a huge ball of flames. And I was standing right in the middle of it.
I was there maybe just for a few seconds. I didn't need a spirit voice to tell me to get out of the fire!!! I was there long enough to look down and register that I was standing almost up to my waist in a large fire and then I ran out of the kitchen.
But something stopped me from running away from the kitchen doorway. I stopped on the balcony. My fisherman's pants were on fire and, although I was standing still, my mind was racing through my options. I needed water to put out the flames. I looked back in the kitchen to the sink - no way was I going back in there! I looked to my left and saw the ocean but I knew that to get there I had a bit of a walk to reach the rickety old bridge and then along the beach until the water would be deep enough to be of any help. So I rejected that option too. Then I remembered my bathroom on the other side of the house.
Still I could not make myself run anywhere. I looked down at my fisherman's pants and watched as the flames seemed to just die out on their own. A few sparks were flying and then there was nothing. And there were no marks on my pants to show there had ever been a fire.
Time stood still in some strange way - I was in shock. I remember noticing a horrible smell of burnt hair and putting my hand up to my fringe (USA bangs) only to have it all come away in my hand. At that stage I had forgotten there was a fire. My mind was completely blank.
But my Spirit team knew what they were doing..
The Thai fisherman's pants had definitely saved my life. Had I been wearing the manmade quick-dry fibre pants they would have melted into my skin and burned and burned. They would have shrunk into my skin and kept burning, feeding the flames. The fat under my skin would have been fuel for the fire too... And I would not have been able to put that fire out... I would have died from my injuries.
But my fisherman's pants were no longer burning. I was home free.
Or was I?
I am safe and well thanks to the precision and foresight of the Angels who live with me.
I didn't ask them to help me at any point during this event.
But they knew their job and they did it perfectly.
Why they put a message in the newspaper may forever be a mystery to me
but it does prove just how easy it is for them to do things in our human world!
Read the conclusion of this story next week on Magic Mondays
By Leona Thomas
It's funny the things that come up in conversation over breakfast. One morning, my landlord in Lazimpat, Kathmandu decided to share a little of his adventures from his time in Australia.
He told me that when he was a student in Australia he would make sure to go somewhere new every weekend. He loved exploring that wonderful country and he made the most of his time while he was out of Nepal.
One weekend he chose to travel from Sydney city to north Sydney and planned his route accordingly. He discovered that he would need to take two trains to get there. He set off on his journey that day but the universe had a surprise in store for him.
The first train journey was uneventful enough and when that train arrived at Martin Place station he got off it and walked along the platform. Then he climbed the staircase leading to the bridge that crossed over the train tracks. His next train was on a different platform at the same station.
It was very fortunate indeed that his next train was not on the same platform that he had just come from.
Because, as he safely crossed the bridge over the train tracks, another train drove straight into the front of the one he had just been travelling in. Many people were injured in the accident but he escaped without even a scratch. He was safely out of the way, above the tracks. He went on to catch his next train without incident and enjoyed his weekend of exploration.
If you ask him, he has no doubt at all that he will not die until it is his time. He has seen how God is taking care of him and he goes fearlessly through his life.
Next week on Magic Mondays:
The first part of a new story: Miracles and Magic!
How many Spirit interventions were required to keep Leona alive in a fishing village in Thailand on 5 December 2006?
By Leona Thomas
In 2015 I was visiting Somerset in the UK and got talking to the cleaner at my Hotel. She is from Thailand and met her British husband there. They lived close to the border with Laos for many years before finally moving to the UK.
During the early years of their marriage in Thailand, she got pregnant. They planned to have a holiday in Phuket, in a hotel they had stayed in many times before. She said that if it was up to her she would have just turned up at the hotel without booking but her husband was British and so he booked and paid for the room before they got there.
The time came for them to travel. The first stop was Bangkok. When they arrived there she said she felt exhausted. She was 4 months pregnant by then and had been feeling tired for much of the pregnancy already. Now that they were in Bangkok she felt that she just wanted to go home and stay there.
Although the hotel was all booked up and paid for, her husband agreed to bring her home. It saved their lives.
Two days later, on 26 December 2004, the world watched the news in horror - an earthquake in Sumatra, Indonesia had created a huge tsunami that destroyed property and killed and injured hundreds of thousands of people in its path. That tsunami completely demolished the hotel in Phuket where they had booked their room.
Her fatigue cancelled their holiday and saved their lives. She went on to give birth to a healthy baby girl and they are all now British citizens living in the UK.
SAFE! Part Three
A weekend trip in Australia...