Not angels, but the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit once told me to get in the ocean. It was high tide (no one was allowed in), I was alone and gully clothed. It was dangerous and out of character but due to the enormous high, it was one of the most fun things I've ever done. The Holy Spirit also asked me to lay my hands on my grandmother and pray for her to go home. When she passed away a week later I thought it was due to the Prayers the Holy Spirit made me pray. I was so manic, instead of feeling guilt, I felt pride.