The Battle From an Angel

On the way into the forest and down the path farther than I have ever been, there is a sense of an emergence filling my feelings with more than I could imagine ever possible. The path is lined with foliage of various flowers, bushes, and thick with trees. Pine trees, to be exact, are singing their song as the wind moves through the branches. The wonderment of the sound and ambience of the view as I walk is, without a doubt, one of the most felt experiences I have ever had. I expect to see the opening to a clearing at some point. At least that is what I dream, and I would think the vision might as well be a real one.

There is a chill in the air, which means winter's touch has not left this part of the country yet. My intention for this trek is to find the reason behind the dreams I am having. Everything from angels, a dim look into evil's darkness, and the meaning behind it all. That seems to be a constant upheaval of life if I do not find a way to stop whatever is being planned. If the angels are true and I get to meet one, then I will know the dreams are bringing an ideology of living ways to a whole new chapter in life.

I continue the walk, and it might be thinning a little, which means some kind of change is coming. And just as I thought that the clearing came out of nowhere from the brush and trees. There is some low grass mixed in with weeds and taller grass. Lots of wildflowers, different colors, a surreal look as I look around. I see there is a rock set right for sitting on, so I head over and plant myself on it. The wind is a slow breeze now, with a warmer touch to it. I know something is going to happen, hopefully soon. I am anxious to see what experience this moment brings.

And when that thought came and went, the bushes in front of me began to rustle and spread slowly. As they spread, the angel appeared and moved slowly toward me, hovering above the ground. She was stunning, clad in a white gown with it wavering as the breeze caught the gown and made a dance out of the movements. She was smiling as she stopped a few feet in front of me. I had a half smile with a wonderment look, I knew it was going to happen, but had no idea the image before me would be as wonderful or beyond being that wonderment I felt inside.

Hello John, a voice said in my head. She did not move her mouth or give any gestures from her face, indicating she was in total control of the event as happening. I said hello back. In my head, she acknowledged it with a nod. She went on explaining I must have understood the dreams and decided to follow through with being here in the forest. I said yes, but you sent those dreams? I did, she said, it is something angels can do. Changing the thought process, whether asleep or awake, helps to make the right choices someone may make. I still do not believe this is happening.

But here you are right in front of me. She proceeded to tell me about the reasons behind the dreams and why I was chosen as the person to do the task she was going to explain to me. I was mesmerized, a little apprehensive, because of the task she said I was destined to do; it was planned from the moment I became alive. I couldn't believe that my way of life was going to change drastically. Never dreamt it would be me going against evil's empire. I asked her what I was supposed to use for a weapon.

She said that in my spiritual ways, far deep inward my soul are planted the ways for you to accomplish defeating evil and its darkness, beginning to spread across the world. I was taken aback. Why my angel am I the one to defeat evil without the use of weapons and an army of millions? She explained that when I am ready and find evil's path, and it is treacherous, you will open the door to your mental weapons that are well suited for the battle you will have with evil and his darkness. I asked again, but why me? Do you have the arsenal of angels to do the job, and you hand it over to a mere mortal human being? You are the chosen one, the one God had you brought into this world and be the only mortal to do the job of defeating evil’s ways. You are filled with not just a spirit but the strength and mentality of an angel warrior. All you must do is go someplace quiet and conjure up the inward path set for your strength to come forward. From deep inside your soul, it is there and has always been there for the moment you need it. And this is the time, the moment, the world needs you. I will be with you and so will the millions of warrior angels waiting for your command.

 

She hovered around to my left and stopped only a couple feet from me. I understand what you are telling me. I do not know if I am that person or being you make me out to be. I have never felt anything inside or thought anything remotely close to bringing whatever strength I may have outward and use it. She said that would never happen u until this instance of time when evil has a hold on so many people, taking the world down the wrong path of living. It has no idea you were blessed with the power to send him back to the devilish lair he came from. I sat in silence for a long time. She moved slowly from one point to another, as if pacing, but looking peaceful and content on doing so. I heard her speak softly and told me another story where someone was considered the one, the chosen one. But it was not to be, he became ill and passed into another plane of life where he is now happily living in a realm so much better than you could imagine. Then she explained the conditions I needed to know before proceeding back to my home and start the process of becoming the one of strength and power beyond belief.

 

You must go and prepare yourself. Let what is inside of you take over your earthly being and take on evil’s darkness. Please believe in yourself and what I have told you. I got up and asked her if she would be back again to see me. She said yes and will be somewhere close when the battle starts. She will not be involved unless brought from her special place by my actions. But what do I do to have you with me? Your objective is to annihilate the band of evil’s darkened possessed people who really are not human at all. They were made from evil’s lair and brought upon the earth’s upper parts for the battle’s army only controlled by evil. How will I know what they are? Do they look like normal people or are we talking zombie like people? Oh no, she said, you will know right away. They have a special mark on their neck and act altogether differently than a human does. She moved back faster than before; said it was time for her to leave and me to go home and decide where to make the transition set inside of yourself. I said thank you and wished I could hug her, she said you are most welcome. You are going to make the world a better place but will take a difficult moment of time to bring evil’s ways to a halt. Goodbye for now my friend, I will be near. She slowly turned and headed toward the same bush she came from, it parted, and she disappeared into nothing. I was dumbfounded, feeling very lost mentally. If what she said is true then hopefully whatever happens when do the transition I do okay. I headed home. About an hour later I got home and was exhausted. I went to bed and slept through the night without incident. The next day though, all hell broke loose.

 

I awoke and immediately felt something was wrong. The air was a dense feeling; I could see a darkness off in the distance from the back door. I had a cup of coffee but that did not feel like it usually when drinking it. I enjoyed some coffee in the morning, but this was not feeling right. And I was anxious to get what I was told to do started. That was something I felt when woke up as if a special task needed to be done and as soon as possible. That cloud was not far away and was coming his way, most likely on purpose. The angel said evil did not know of my existence, so the being I become should be a surprise to him. I decided the place I would go and do the transformation would be my special place in the woods behind my house. It is secluded and quiet. I grabbed some water and the backpack. I started toward the woods and thought this is going to be a wild ride and I better prepare for the foremost worse battle of my life. And the lives of the people living on this planet. That gave me a chill, I was going to battle evil for humanity’s sake.

 

The walk was not far. I took some drinks of water and set myself in a relaxed position. The thoughts were coming, and I needed to relax more, as if meditating, which I often did for my mental self to relax and improve my cognitive thought process. The clock was ticking though, and he needed to become more relaxed and conjure up my inward specialness deep inside of me. It did not take long, as soon as I became relaxed and the thoughts were of my special place deep inside my soul, I began to feel very different. The surrounding woods were changing, the air was heavy with thought, my mind was beginning to see the vision of what it was that I needed to become. And it was a whole lot different than what I am now. Then there was a massive light surrounding me, my head snapped back, and my body became more ridged. The thoughts were of a large and powerful being, muscles beyond belief, a special felt feeling of power inside, then a low quiet voice spoke three words, it, is, time. I exploded into a being of power. The massive body I was now is filled with the thoughts of something much more powerful than I, leading me into the transition through His mental dynamics only He could make happen.

 

It was time to make evil the small image of a delipidated and pitiful existence beyond being something called living. I was the powerful being to do just that and my army of angels will deliver the annihilation of evil’s beings to nothing more than a speck of dust. I headed out of the woods and down the street to a destination embedded inside of me, telling me what and where the battle was to proceed. That low quiet voice was inspiring but the power I felt from it was unmatched, and I knew it was Him. The entity found inward all beings, giving the guidance and love on He can provide for humanity to exist as it does. And I am right on top of His list of beings who are special. Made of His image and strength beyond the normal way of any living human being, except the ones who were special before me. I wondered what is going to happen to me when the battle comes to an end. Obviously, I will not look like as I am now. I got rid of that thought and put my mentality on my mindset for defeating evil and removing him from this earth. I was getting closer and the angels started to appear. The ranking of their groups were set up to bring the leaders first then the rank and file started to form in groups of thousands. I was told that there are millions more but hidden and will not come out until called upon by the leading angels. It only took a thought to commence the hidden angels into battle. The moment was nearer, I could feel the stench of evil’s rotten skin, if it is skin, and the darkness is churning now. As if a storm were in the making high in the sky, but there was no sky or clouds of any sort because you could not see outside of the darkness.

 

I had a large sword, it felt light in my hands, and had a small glow to it. I swung it around and it gave off a fire with some kind of special power built into it. I felt extremely powerful with it and the density of the sword was thick, but it was not going to break under any circumstance. My army and I was getting closer, and I could see the red piercing eyes of evil in the darkness surrounding it. There was a commotion on the outskirts of the dark clouds, his army were gathering to protect their master. Made no matter to me, I will dismantle that line of defense in a few short slices of my sword.

 

The battle begins.

 

The battle was one of immense congregation of bodies and there were smaller but unheard-of battles happening on the outskirts of the dark cloud. Evil never moved beyond its protective darkness. He kept shoveling his beings at the mighty warrior and his army of angels. More and more of the beings were falling and turning to dust. The angels began to thin in some places, but when that was happening, they recouped and filled in with more angels. Angels and beings were flying everywhere. the air was thick with the dust of evil’s beings after turning to dust. Angels just disappeared if needed or by some luck of the beings figuring out how to harm them. But they, the angels, never died, only removed themselves back to someplace where they became normal again. Well, as normal as an angel could be, they are only angels. The mighty warrior was becoming bored with the fighting of the little beings and making them into piles of dust. He switched his maneuvers and made way to where he could get to evil. The angels immediately switched there tactical maneuvers also. The warrior was nearly where he wanted to be. Evil could see the warrior make his move and was taking steps to thwart his plans to make his way to him.

 

There was so much dust in the air it made it a little hard to breathe. Plus, the vision of the angels were not clear as was when started the battle. They were not going to be deterred by the dust though; the battle was in full bloom and the pushing onward toward the dark cloud was commencing with millions of angels called to battle and make the path for the warrior to make his way to evil. And when the warrior did finally catch evil in the darkness, he asked for His power to be with him, to withstand anything evil would try and kill the warrior with. Before anything could happen though, the warrior was caught up in some kind of special dark cloud, latching onto his arms and legs, tightening around his chest, he was in trouble. Evil was not far, somewhere in the darkness, the warrior could feel it near him. The clouds were churning around and around, tightening up onto warriors chest and his arms. Evil’s eyes moved from side to side; he could be seen now. The warrior thought that it was now or never. He still had the sword in his hands and was getting ready to blow the tightness away from him. His angels started to congregate and surround him, making it hard for evil to reach the warrior’s body. There was a flash of bright light, the warrior was free of his bondage. Evil could not believe it was possible. That is when the warrior with great speed moved into the cloud, grabbing evil by his ugly, thin, skin, and throw it out of the cloud. Evil landed with a thump and rolled into the middle of the angels surrounding him so there was no escaping. The warrior came into the circle as well, standing in front of evil, his sword next to his side. Evil was desperately looking for a way out and since he did not have his cloud surrounding him, he could not move up and over the angels. Evil was a hideous looking being. It had a humanistic form to it but that was all with resembling anything like a human. It made movements with its skin and grew to a larger being then back down to a small looking being resembling the actions of an octopus.

 

The warrior spoke to evil telling it was done and he will be sent back to his hellish lair. Evil told everyone that he is never done and always around in some form to make people do terrible things, controlling their every thought process for something lousy to happen in their lives. The warrior just said suit yourself, and with a quickness of his sword sent evil to his darkened hole. An extremely bright flash of yellowish light, with a few other colors intertwined, blew outward the group of angels and over the lands of the world. Making evil’s beings become small mounds of dust and blow away into the air as the wind picked up.

 

The battle was over.

 

The warrior sat down on a rock and felt relieved with a little tiredness; his sword stuck in the ground next to him. A few angels, the leaders, came over and said to him how glad they were he was the warrior of the light of life. That the angels will all be thankful for his bravery and strength from the Great Spirit. The warrior said how proud he was of the powerful angels and their ability to withstand evil’s beings. All the angels turned at once and slowly dissipated into nothing, except one. She hovered over to the warrior and stopped only a few feet from him. Well, you were magnificent warrior. How do you feel? The warrior said nothing for a few seconds, then through thought told the angel he was feeling a little tired and weary. Although his strength was not wavering or power losing its effects but felt relieved. The angel slowly hovered next to the angel and put her hand on his shoulder. The warrior immediately became as it was when before the transformation, sinking into a deep sleep. He woke up two days later.

 

The room was the same old room he slept in. His thought was of a battle somewhere in the world, he was a warrior. Fighting evil and destroying its army. Wow, he thought again, wow, what a dream. It was amazing. He felt so alive, so much better, and positive for his life’s direction. The angel was over in the corner watching John’s reaction when he awakened. She wanted to make sure he was in his right mind of thought. John looked just fine and seemed invigorated to live his life as best as can. If he only knew what he did, how his strength saved the world from evil. The angel gave out a big sigh and disappeared out of the corner of the room. She knew John might find that clearing in the forest and if she did, she would drop in for a visit. By the time he left the clearing he would forget everything they talked about. She could rest easy now that evil was put in its hell hole. Although, evil does find its way into some people’s lives, but not to the extent as before. The angels are always around to protect humanity and take out evil’s ways sending them back to their lair or making them into little mounds of dust. One day at a time and with the blessing of the Great Spirit, keeping the holiness within the earthly ways of lived life.

Path of an Angel

The path ahead seems daunting, dark, enormous amounts of foulage. I wait and think of what this means. Do I continue or turn back and find another way? This has been a long journey to this point. Many a time I have come across the difficult ways of lessons so brought to me by my spiritual dynamics and inner thought process. This path does not seem like something I want to tackle, yet I need to reach it and get some strength. spiritual strength is the key. I sit and pray, ask for His strength to pass the path’s outward looking obstacle, whether difficult or leisurely walk through to the other side. It is time, so I start the entrance sort of speaking, it is dark, why? I look above and find there are many trees, plus the growth almost covering the path itself.

Okay, it is becoming increasingly darker and more difficult to se the path. I have no light. Now I am getting a little nervous. But something keeps me looking for some hopeful thought, and something is ahead, some kind of light and making the path easy to see. I now step out of the darkness and into a small, beautiful valley. And the light is coming from the center. I start to move in that direction, not knowing what it is. But as I get closer to where the light is, only one vision comes to mind. It is an angel, hovering and beautiful. White gown and flowing in the breeze, the light would be thinking it should be blinding yet it just glows. I see her perfectly. I am in awe and standing not more than a few feet away.

She is looking at me and smiling, I hear her inside my head, she is talking to me through in a way that almost seems faint, where I can barely hear her thought.

She is asking, “My name.”

I told her in thought.

She seems to ponder that.

I ask, “Why are here.”

She says, “Because you asked for some strength, and He is giving me the power to help you make this trek.”

I think for a minute, then ask, “My prayer was never to think I would have an actual Angel be my strength and wonder why I deserve this moment with you.”

Then she raises her hands an d says, “It is not why you deserve me being here, but the fact that I was sent just for you, it is from the love and your often prayers which He knows why your making this trek, you know it something deep within our spirit”.

I am now feeling guilty for asking a dumb question. I know why I chose this path because it is something I wanted when I was young. On the path on which I was chased and beaten by my father, I could never get past his anger and drunkenness. He would beat my mother, and it was where I finally took control and killed him. The path was always daunting and dark. When trying to start the beginning and find my way through to the end. I needed strength and tried often but it was too dark and scary.

I ask, “Are you with me always in spirit?”

She says, “He is with you always and His strength will always be there for you and His Angels for support sort of speaking, which is why I was asked to be with you.”

I just stand and look at her.

“You know the inner thinking has been bothering you, whether you are worthy enough to have His strength. Do not be fooled by the doubt and thoughtlessness of the darkness within your spirit. It is always trying to make your thoughts negative. He understands your doubt and will always be there for you to have the strength as you have now. You made it this far; the path will only be easier, and the ending will be glorious.

I am tearing up. It just does not seem possible that I deserve this special moment. But I know He will always be there for me when life becomes hard, and the paths are filled with negative ways.

“You can now walk this path knowing you will find the end and be content knowing you are not alone.”

I stand and ponder the thought. I know of His being with me, and understand this moment is a blessing. But if this is the last time, I see her, it is going to be tough to go on through life knowing I cannot tell anyone. She seems to know what I am thinking. I will always remember you and know of my being loved and always have Him here in my spirit.

“Are you going now?”

“Yes, I have come and given you what asked for. I will always be near but cannot come back, He will always be with you inside your spirit, and you must know this to be true.”

“I do and thank you my Angel.”

She begins to move away and fade into the light. I am now on my path and will finish this trek till the end. I fear nothing. As time passes, I go about living as well as possible and often think of my blessing. I am now seeing someone and loving the time with her. Too bad I cannot tell her about my experience with an actual Angel. But we are together and loving as time passes, we have gone for walks on my path and without incidents plus the darkness does not seem to exist anymore. I pray often for inner strength and wish love to my Angel; I know she can hear my thoughts. And life just moves along…

 

Beyond Time

Oh, the trek was a long one. Many years, and many more miles. I remember being so young when I started the path and now I feel well at this age, everything around me has changed so much. It’s the spirit that maintains the mental health I need, that deep-felt belief and faith that is the catalyst for defying the wrongs and making the right choices to get to this level of consciousness. I am way out of the city, the only place of my calling, where the magic happens from many angelic thoughts and spiritual confinement to my senses. There is no way out of the darkened way found inward from those paths that I had to walk among evil’s so-called gifts.

Years had passed before making the crucial defying moment of removing the dark, evil, touch upon my soul. It was either him or I and the aftermath of the instant it happened was nearly less than a miracle. Every possible strength I and my universe spirits (I call them that for they come from outward the universal confides they only know to help me when needed, and that was a lot back then) had depleted, removed from the spirit’s grasp around my soul, I was nothing but flesh and barely a being. The moment it happened when evil was defeated, there was one other than me in the quietness of the surrounding area. He had it all, strength, power, an army of Angels that would make the Universe shake out of fear that the Creator could have made such an entity. I was at His feet giving thanks for His existence and giving me the strength to get through my demise. He only looked…

And then I awoke from my nap. Sitting on the edge of bed, I kept telling myself it was a dream and the realism behind it is what dreams do, bring the moments alive in your life. He was so real, so alive, I am near normal now, back to being filled with strength and leaving the heaviness behind in the past. I know though as I sit out here again, in the quiet, my spot just for me, the moment may rise and receive the truth He will be here with me, all that there is in a powerful gifted being. The trek beyond the moment evil met its demise and returned to wherever it is evil lies, my wanderings were filled with a lighted light of life. I had the gift and people knew from where it came. I was blessed…

Although the time it took to get here seems short, as time is, what if it is relevant and the distance is not what thought? Maybe it only took a mere amount of time to accomplish my trek. Yet, I have aged, much, much older than would have anticipated, so what in the sense of reality, how many years did it get to be here, now, in my realm of things? The time is of no consequence, the hours and days mean nothing, nighttime came and went, so what is the truth to my existence at this moment? And did evil go to someplace similar to mine, a contemplation peace of mind? That is a scary thought…

The space I sit in seems to be feeling a little different. The air is thicker, dusk is outstanding. coloristic, for this time of day. I feel someone is near, He has arrived and the truth of anything to do with time is gone. There is no ticking clock or an abundance of hours ahead or behind me. It is what it is. A moment, set aside for me, and His saying nothing is quite okay with me. I still give thanks from within thought, He gives a nod, I should have known His way is nothing like us beings here on this small planet, who knows what lies out there in the universal of things? What is odd is that He doesn’t look bored or in a rush, it's as if He is learning something and wants to get as much out of it as possible. I am of no consequence to the moment that is happening within His time frame. And it seems like time has stopped, there is no feeling of going from day to night and back again, or having to rush this instance of time, His time, just letting it go the way it wants. And it is hours…

 

He speaks in thought how well I have come through the moment evil was defeated. I nearly jumped straight up and stood before Him.

I thought, “I am thankful for your believing in me, and giving what was needed for a task so difficult, I would have never believed I could manage such a feat.”

He nods again and gives a smirky smile of gratification for my part in the conversation. The physical ambiance of His being is somewhat out of context with His powerful arms and body itself. You would think someone in this complexity of life the image would be enormous, but the power and sense of His mental strength is, I think for my sake, toned down a bit. Now I get the feeling He is moving onward to wherever He needs to be or where something needs His power and strength. I lay back down, close my eyes, and remove the moments when time has stopped…

I slept for two days. Had no idea what time or day it was, didn’t care, my life had changed. Even my physical self had a slight girth in muscles that I never had before. The journey and the meeting of the Great Spirit did something inward and took my spirit into the far reaches of my being. Is this the feeling of winning, becoming different in mindset so the world and everything out there is known to have changed? I do not think people have a clue as to what happened within a mere small amount of time. The world was saved and evil was of no truth to the meaning of destruction, its own, beginning with the trek and ending with a journey. My mind is more complex, and has more depth to life’s ways, living with a good and bad desire to accomplish whatever He wants me to do. Have I gained a specialness surrounding my spirit? Do others feel my presence differently? Well, my sense is for the good fighting to keep evil from meandering too far within the confines of our souls. Again, does this make me special, can I see and feel things differently than others? I look older but do I feel wiser? Is the knowledge found throughout the journey’s way bring truth and found wonderment only I know exists?

I am that I am, the spiritual touch from one to another begins, and there is no end in sight for my life…

The Old Woman and the Fairy

As the path begins to wind through the forest, a serene moment seems to appear from nowhere. The movements are slow but methodical, flowers and trees move about from a light wind, and the night begins to approach to say, “I have arrived and all is well”. The surreal of the night is becoming more prominent now and continues throughout the darkened hours. Soon, the sunrise will be the beginning of the daylight hours, giving what is needed for the path to show the winding it takes to the valley below. Moments of surreality are still in the wind and movements of the foilage are waving for their dance.

The path has come to the bottom of the valley, beginning again with some more different winding and curves where the path shows cliffs and dangerous ways. As trekking the path throughout the day it becomes less dangerous and more filled with smooth passages as walking through the valley. There again the serenity is back and stronger, more defined, giving the air a quietness yet still making slow methodical movements of the foliage, and the singing pine trees are making their song heard.

The end of the path is coming soon, ending at an old part of the forest, nearly to the front door of an old cabin. There is rustling inside, someone is doing something. There is calm in the forest. The flowers and such are beginning to stop flowing with the wind, night is approaching again. This time it is coming fast and hours go by which seems minutes have passed. The door opens and a fragile old woman steps out. She begins her walk down the path and makes her way toward the water from the stream. She takes a bucket full and goes back into the cabin. The air is crisp and moving ever so slowly. She opens the door again and stands on the porch looking toward the stream, listening to the forest speak at night. There is so much to say from all that meanders here and there, or the nature sounds heard only at night.

Off in the distance, there is a bright flutter of wings seen and heard, it is quick in movement and stops just a few inches from the old woman. Fluttering in front of her and moving here and there, the fairy doesn’t say anything but knows the old woman has something for her. When went down to the stream she picked some special flowers found only in this forest. As if just for the fairies to feast on. The old woman held out the flower and the fairy immediately settled on it and started to eat little tidbits of the flower. It was fascinating to watch the fairy perched upon the flower and taking such specks of the flower to eat. She has been doing this for many years. And knew when the fairies were close. It was that surreal feeling as passing through the forest, those moments of noises heard at night, ever so lightly, but they are there.

The fairy quickly fluttered itself by the face of the old woman and lightly brushed its wings against the harsh skin of the woman. It was its way of thanking her for the meal. The sun was beginning to come up for another day. The fairy quickly and almost silently whisked its way through the forest, to her special place of hiding and sleeping. The old woman turned and went inside to do the same, sleep. The forest was busy with the sounds of daylight. Nature’s way of saying she was alive and gave the forest whatever it needed throughout the days, with flowers growing, greenery abounding, and life moving on as planned, from day to day.