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My Mother My Angel
Category: Angels,Ghosts Author: Guest Author Date: 3 months ago Comments: 0

By Rachael

Hi Louise my world seems to be a bit like yours and I’d like to tell you about my Mom, she died when I was very young and she was a lot like me or me her, we are different to most people (well so I thought until I read some of the stories people have sent into you)
I have the ability to see into other realms or dimensions or they open up to me I’m not sure how it works, ever since my Mom died I have been able to communicate with her she used to come to me as a little girl so I thought it was a normal thing, until I got older and now know it is definitely not normal.
It has been a lovely thing for me over the years as I feel like I know her and the reality is I really don’t remember her I was to young when she passed, I can speak to her when I need to and I know she tries to protects me (she has given me the tools to cope) from other bad spirits that try to communicate with me or harm me in any way.
I think she had a very strong gift when she was alive and she is still strong on the other side, I now have 2 little girls of my own and I think they both share this same gift and I will help them cope with this like my Mom did for me and I know she is there helping us all as well.
Thanks for letting me share as this is not a story I can tell many only my close family and friends know and it is nice to have a place for people like us to go to and see there are others somehow it gives a sense of confirmation.


ArchAngel Michael
Category: Angels,Demons Author: Guest Author Date: 4 months ago Comments: 0

By Oluwarotimi Awofisan

Hello, my name is Oluwarotimi John Awofisan I’m writing this email to you cuz I see it as a chance for the world to hear my story. This started when I was a child between four and six years old. I would sleep and see Angels in my dreams. The first one I remembered from my childhood was my Mom and I walking on a street and I saw this Angel in white linen and immediately I saw him I was terrified and looked facing down on a spot. To my amazement my Mom didn’t see the Angel but the Angel touched me then and he went on his way.
Before my teenage years I joined a choir at my local Church where I sang at different services I was in my junior high then, when life hit me I couldn’t concentrate in school, I lost focus and I graduated with low grades but I thought I could blame it on my home as I was trained by a single mom.
I missed my steps and I went into alcohol, marijuana and quick sex, I couldn’t proceed into higher institutions I was stuck and became stagnated. Until I was visited by demons and evil spirits hearing voices in my head I thought I’d lost my mind. During those times I would just have my short prayers, it got to a time I would see visions like seeing an Angel in the Moon, a Cross inside the Moon with a dove descending upon me.
That was the beginning of my pains in the world of the Spirits, I left our house one day and went away as a mad boy, I didn’t take a cab or bus but walked to the heart of the city. The voices I was hearing were too heavy in my head and I walked onto highway with moving cars doing top speeds and I rolled my body back and forth without been hit by any cars. So I got up and I could see people by the road watching my craziness, one tall man came to me with a soldiers belt and beat me I screamed. I went from one place to another sleeping in the bush. In the process I became naked and on the third day I went to a park to look for some clothes to put on. A voice spoke to me “It is done”. Instantly I was settled in my spirit and I saw a guy who gave me his tattered clothes to wear.
Medicine took charge of my insanity after several times in Church, I have a good Mom that’s supportive who never gave up on me and I was whole again. Still to this day I do have visitation of Angels often, they instruct me on every step of the way. Funny enough Lucifer is among the Angels, but they instructed me to go into the ministry. Once Lucifer roared in my bedroom and I was unbothered. The Angels come as males and females, I see so many terrifying things but I have nobody to tell, I told my Mom a part of it but she wouldn’t listen.
The visions I see are in the book of revelation I am a Martyr, a suffering Servant. There are lies and deceits in the world today which I do not subscribe to. Let me hit it, I’m Archangel Michael who is in charge of the people.
The book of the Prophets spoke about me and here I am. Let nobody deceive you the Messiah is living amongst you. The Scripture is being fulfilled in our days.
Thanks.


Great Grandparents
Category: Angels,Ghosts Author: Guest Author Date: 6 months ago Comments: 0

By Dane

I don’t know if It’s really that paranormal but it creeped me out

When I was a kid I remembered playing with my 2 great grandparents from dad’s side of the family I used to draw 2 angels representing them in every family drawing
now I’ve grown up I don’t see them anymore I was wondering where they went
one time mom was talking to grandma (the daughter of my great grandparents I was talking about) I over heard their conversation since mom talked about my little brother’s dream (he said “good night daddy” the only person we call daddy is my grandpa who is dead)
Mom said “My daughter had that kind of experience remember? she saw your parents too” I was confused so I asked them what do they mean and mom said “when you were a kid, you used to play with yourself and draw 2 little angels, you even said you saw your great grandparents” I was shocked “Mom! I swear I saw them!” I said “ But they were already dead before your older cousin was born” mom replied
“but I clearly remembered them playing with me, great grandpa even accidentally put a little burn mark on my hand…” I said back
and since then no one talked about them
also the burn mark is still visible on my hand until today


We Are All Fascinating People That Astounding Things Happen To
Category: Angels Author: Rob Jennings Date: 11 months ago Comments: 0

My Angel Dream

We all have some magical and mystical in us, do we believe it most of us don’t.

This is the story of a dream I had and the remarkable story of what I found the next morning.

I had a friend who was going through a bit of a tough time in her life and obviously went to bed one night with this on my mind.

My Dream

My friend Isabella was standing outside in her yard, she had a lot of people around her all making fun of her and pushing her around.  I was on a hill overlooking the backyard and could see what was happening, so I started running down to Isabella to try and help her when all of a sudden two angels flew either side of me and took hold of one of my upper arms each and flew me away.

They explained to me that sometimes people have to work out their problems themselves and that I can’t help everyone.

The next morning when I woke I put my arms above my head to stretch as I do and noticed both arms were sore, when I looked I had fingerprint bruises on the underside of both of my upper arms.

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Angels give us messages in our dreams – listen to them.

There are lots of experiences that we all have and most of the time we either convince ourselves that they didn’t happen or just keep them to ourselves.

This is a space where you can tell your stories and be anonymous they are all magical and all mysterious, we are fascinating people that astounding things happen to.

Keep your stories coming I am enjoying reading them and look forward to seeing my book finished.

 

 

 

 

 


My Little Angel
Category: Angels Author: Rob Jennings Date: 11 months ago Comments: 0

It was Holy Week and my son was three years old when a series of strange things started happening one Monday night. My son and I slept in the same room in the same bed, and about midnight our peaceful sleep was broken when he woke up suddenly and started crying.

I asked him “What was the matter” but he just cried harder and rolled out of bed onto the floor, when he calmed down a little, he asked me to take him out to the porch, which I did just to console him.  It was never clear to me why he chose the porch, I assumed he had simply had a bad dream and wanted to get out of the room, we went back to bed around two in the morning.

For the next three nights, he woke up the entire house the same way he did that Monday. My mother, out of frustration, told my godmother about what was happening to her grandson, and my godmother got in touch with a distant cousin whom we hadn’t met before.  She was known as Sister Gina (not a nun but she is a very spiritual person), Sister Gina came to our house and before long she was sprinkling salt in our garden, by the windows and at the kitchen back door as protection against the entity that was bothering my son.

She also put live burning coals in a small aluminium basin together with incense (we call them “insenseo and kamanyang”) to smoke or cleanse all the rooms in our house and the surroundings just before sundown.

That night Sister Gina stayed over to observe my son’s behaviour, again he started crying, and I thought he was having another bad dream, so she came in and put a silver medallion on his forehead, as she did this the photo of the Holy Family that we kept on our alter toppled forward. Sister Gina told me later that my son was being possessed.  This went on for three days, and each day she came around to check on us, not ever expecting any money for her help because she is not allowed to receive payment for any of the help she gives.

Sister Gina has helped many people with similar cases to mine, then she asked me to take her to the spot where I would take my son to play, so I led her to the wooded area at the back of our compound and showed her where he plays under the Santol and the Mango trees. She was silent for a while then told me that the entities, black dwarves, living in the mango tree, were angry at us because we disturbed their sleep during the day. They took revenge for keeping them up when they’re supposed to be resting so they started pricking my son’s back to inflict pain, then it would be our turn to get a disturbed sleep.

That afternoon as Sister Gina walked around with the burning incense she called to me and showed me the coals that she was carrying had caught fire suddenly, then announced that she caught one I assumed that it was the entity that had been hurting my son. I was so relieved and thought everything was over, but we had to call her again when the next night my son suddenly started crying and wanting to get out of our room again.

When she arrived the next day, I saw the startled expression on her face, she told me she had seen something extremely ugly peeking through the window which opened into the kitchen.  This sounded strange to me, though I decided not to say anything, then turned and said she’d be back the next day.

Late next morning, as I was coming down to the kitchen, I saw my Mom looking from outside into the kitchen window then I heard my brother’s bike (which no one was near) at the far side of the kitchen making a loud metallic noise, but I did not dare to look to see what the sound was, so I simply put some utensils in the kitchen sink and went up the stairs into the dining room and closed the door behind me.

Later that day when Sister Gina arrived we both went to the kitchen and sat beside each other at the table and were just having a normal chat, but I could tell by her expression that something else was going on.  My son was in another room with one of my brothers when the rest of the family gathered with us, Sister Gina made a phone call to her friend and mentor to ask about the entity she had seen and when she finished the call she asked us out of the blue,

“Whom do you know around here who has had an abortion?”

At that moment, it was like a light switch flicked on because my Dad and I knew immediately who it was. It was a memory that I had put to the back of my mind, but I remembered clearly that my cousin had shown my brothers and our playmates the spot where his sibling had been buried. The grave was just a few steps away from the same mango tree where the black dwarves dwelt.

I knew back then what an abortion was, but I never really understood the gravity of it because I was just a child. The crude burial ground even had a small crucifix to mark it’s place, but it was unkept and looked like it had been forgotten, at that moment I understood why I had been hearing the chairs moving around at night when we were all in bed. She told us that the spirit of the child has been asking us for help for a long time, she is distraught knowing that she was just buried and abandoned and the woman who had done this to her had gone on to have two more children whom she had kept and raised.

Sister Gina named her Angel, she told us that Angel’s birthday was February 18 and had she lived Angel would’ve been in her mid-20s, we would have been neighbours as well as friends. The next day Sister Gina held a small ritual for Angel at her burial site, it was about 30 feet away from the house, which I watched from afar.  When Sister Gina had finished I went up to our bedroom where Mom was doing some tidying up.

That’s when I thought I would speak to Angel myself, so in a moderate voice I said: “Angel please stop scaring my son he is your cousin”, my mother affirmed this to Angel as well. Mom and I then left the bedroom and went out to meet Sister Gina as she was coming back towards the house. Sister Gina told me that Angel had heard me and had told her what I said, “Please stop scaring my son he is your cousin”.

Some years after that day, I took flowers and I lit a candle on Angel’s grave, as it was still in our backyard, Sister Gina came by not long after that and told me that Angel wanted to thank me for the flowers because I, at least, remembered her when her own mother did not. We were all able to live in peace once more, now this reminds me to get Angel some flowers again for the next All Saints Day.


Our Angels Guide Us
Category: Angels Author: Rob Jennings Date: 11 months ago Comments: 0

This is the story of a dream I had and the remarkable story of what I found the next morning.

I had a friend who was going through a bit of a tough time in her life and obviously went to bed one night with this on my mind.

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My Dream

My friend Isabella was standing outside in her yard, she had a lot of people around her all making fun of her and pushing her around.  I was on a hill overlooking the backyard and could see what was happening, so I started running down to Isabella to try and help her when all of a sudden two angels flew either side of me and took hold of one of my upper arms each and flew me away.

They explained to me that sometimes people have to work out their problems themselves and that I can’t help everyone.

The next morning when I woke I put my arms above my head to stretch as I do and noticed both arms were sore, when I looked I had fingerprint bruises on the underside of both of my upper arms.

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These were my Angels guiding me, they are there for all of us giving us signs and revealing to us the secrets of their wisdom.

All We Need To Do Is Listen 

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 There are lots of experiences that we all have and most of the time we either convince ourselves that they didn’t happen or just keep them to ourselves. 

This is a space where you can tell your stories and be anonymous they are all magical and all mysterious.

Keep your stories coming I am enjoying reading them and look forward to seeing my book finished.

We Are All Fascinating People That Astounding Things Happen To!!!