posted on Aug, 14 2008 @ 11:03 AM
Several years ago, I was having an episode of something negative happening. I felt like my energy was being sucked out, and would fall asleep on the
couch and dream or daydream in a tired state. It always seemed like I was underground in some kind of a cave, and this beautiful dark wavy haired
man, dressed very sophisticated kept trying to sway me over to his side. He had a book, and I felt he was a judge of sorts, like the devil.
Everytime for a while in my dream, I'd soar into the sky to get away, anime style, with a cool sword that did Inuyasha's explosions with his sword,
only mine does light and doesn't harm, but seems to provide enlightenment. I noticed him moving his feet out of the blast of light. He asked me
about the sword and where I got it, and I told him it was mine, always mine. I also thanked God for whatever tools given me and asked Him to get me
out of this weirdness now.
I tried to grab the book and tear it up, because I was angry. When I opened it a strange multilayer dimensional plane with a vortex was there, so I
threw it far away from me. I convinced myself that I had watched far too much anime with my kids and was going through a midlife crisis or something.
I also thought, what this jerk is coming beautiful and sophisticated to me, but offers fame and fortune to others. What? He knows I'm not too
materialistic or something, but I'm single. What an absolute jerk! This was happening over a couple months, off and on, with the same guy. I
resisted and asked for help. I also prayed for the happiness of the fallen ones, and their redemption. I asked why he was picking on humans like
this. He said they were in a war, and I guess we are collateral or something. Once when it was happening, it was a daydream, half between sleep and
awake, so I just started thinking of other things. I was successfully getting my energy back, when chaotic fights broke out amongst the kids, the
computer smashed to the ground, and for the first time I started thinking this might be for real.
Then, during a dream, where all my energy was sucked out and I couldn't even call for help, the angel appeared. He was very tall. I was like a 3
year old standing behind him.
His hair was whitish blond and he was very commanding and stern as he faced the bad guy, as if he had gone too far and was using unfair means. I was
told to climb onto his back. We flew out of the cave into the sky, and the devil followed and was squaring off to fight. But I was waking up from
the moment I touched him. The most incredible pure joy coursed through me, and woke me up. I knew it was the joy of heaven. Angels bring the joy of
heaven. Anyway, that was the end of one of the strangest episodes of my life, and has never been repeated like that. When it was happening, my
teenage son said he thought there was something in my bedroom. He told me he sensed a judge, but didn't know if it was ghost.
Edit to add: I could be wrong, but I always thought that was St. Michael.
[edit on 14-8-2008 by mystiq]