Post by wayne on Sept 3, 2012 6:42:50 GMT
Divine encounters, visions and spiritual experiences should ALWAYS be told ... as long as there is no selfish means or motives behind them. Stories such as these offer inspiration and hope, and do help to elevate the minds of those who are seeking God in their life. These stories I tell are absolutely true and free from wild imagination, though I do leave it up to the reader whether they be accepted or not.
I will try my best to tell this story in its full and proper context so that the reader can fully understand and appreciate it properly. But remember, words can ONLY take you so far, empathy must also be used.
This story tells us there is a war raging on the inside unbeknown to most of us here on earth, and its affecting all of us in one way or another. As I have stated in an earlier Post my brother and I hold a “Sitting” once a week; meditation, séance, spirit contact, whatever one wants to call it. For us, we choose to call it a “Sitting” and we dedicate it to God where at times we do rise up.
This experience occurred back in July of 2008 when in meditation.
We have been holding these sittings for quite some time and do have many regular visits from “All” levels of the spirit realms. On this particular night as I sat in meditation I began to drift deeply and lost all sense of self. In this inner-world I could faintly make out something white with wings far in the distance which seemed to be approaching at a fast pace. As it got closer I could see that it was a man on a beautiful white winged horse flying at great speed. As the horse came to ground it began galloping towards me until it finally stopped a short distance from where I was, or to where I seemed to be.
The man who sat upon the horse had golden armor covering his chest and shoulders. In his right hand he held a golden sword and on the blade was strange lettering. As he slid from the horse I gasped at what I then witnessed because it was not only the horse that had wings, but the man himself also.
As he stood there he placed his sword on the ground and dropped his armour at his feet. His wings were so huge it took my breath, and they were not feathers as we know angels to have, but rather “Downing Feathers.” His wings were of an off white colour with a touch of grey.
As he walked towards me smiling he was naked except for a short loin cloth wrapped around his waist. I could noticeably see that he had a slight (perspiration) covering his body, and as if reading my mind he said, (the sweat you see shows that I am always in constant battle against the dark forces which is ever close to the earth plane, especially at this time. I am ever helping mankind.)
I believe the perspiration was symbolic for my benefit in showing that he does indeed remain in constant battle. In my mind I was thinking, to see an angel I would have thought to see him in a blinding flash of white light; and again he answered; (I am ever so close to the earth plane doing my work. When I make contact I approach on your level so not to frighten or intimidate, and I always bring love and protection, I am “Michael.”)
I looked closely at his wings which were so huge they looked abnormal, but beautiful, Majestic and Powerful.
If you have noticed the paintings of an angel and looked closely at the wings, Michael’s wings would be (3) times the normal size, abnormally huge and powerful beyond description. And every feather was a ruffled “downing feather,” ruffled because of constant battle on behalf of “mankind.” His complexion was that of soft bronze; his hair a dark brown with a matted style slightly covering his eye brows. The back of his hair was just touching his shoulders. His physique was perfect, not bulging with muscle but rather lean and strong in appearance. I asked Michael why, or for what reason do I have the privilege of his visit. He then told me why. But of course I would rather keep this to myself.
My brother and I now at all times sit with a tape recorder just in case we need to record, this way nothing is lost in conversation. I did notice Michael’s height, when speaking with him he was my own height which is 6’2”. But when he appears in my room his head nearly touches the ceiling. When speaking with him again at a later date I asked this question: why is it that you were my own height when first we met, but now you are much taller. He replied: my true height in your terms, is 8 feet.
When first I approached you I put myself on your level, face to face, eye contact so not to disturb you. When Michael appears I always see his vibrational colour first, then I tune in to the vibration and see him as he is, (Beautiful). Again I would have thought his vibrational colour to be that of a Highly Bright White, or even of a Gold colour, but no this was not to be.
Michael’s vibrational colour is a (Grey Blue) a soft majestic colour with a beautiful gentle feeling to it. Now this is where it gets very strange. After the meeting with “Michael,” I had an impulsion to go to a book store. When I first entered the store one book caught my immediate attention even before I saw the title. My attention (or awareness, whatever one wants to call it) was pulled with such force that it caused a slight disturbance within me, and I was for some seconds not sure what was happening.
This force seemed to have control of me, and it caused me to become a little apprehensive. It was only until I picked the book up did I then realise why I was feeling the way I did. Staring at me from a picture on the cover of the book was archangel Michael.
The price of the book was a little high, so I put it back on the shelf and thought I’ll come back at a later date for it. Well, do you think I could walk away empty handed, it was impossible. As I tried walking out the door I was instantly pulled back by this inner feeling as if joined to an invisible elastic band. Whenever I got near the doorway I was instantly pulled back, not abruptly, but inasmuch pulled back. Three times I tried to leave the store and three times I was pulled back. The two women running the store must have thought I was a real nut case, (nut case again- not that I like the word but it does come in handy at times lol) because this is how they were looking at me wondering what's wrong, and I was feeling extremely silly in my actions. Just to get out of the store I bought the book, then finally at last I was able to leave and I am sure the two women were happy to see me go.
The author of this book explains a lot about archangels and speaks of her own experiences with them. I very rarely pass any information on outside of my Sitting nights, only because I feel if I told “Who” we have had visited us I would probably be called crazy. But, recently I have been telling certain stories in my posts just as I am telling this one. In my entire life I have never inquired about archangels, so I sent an email to the author of this book. The next day I got back a reply asking me to send details concerning my talk with “Michael.”
This is my email sent to the author:
Hello from Australia. I was contacted by Archangel Michael (3) weeks ago and it really took me by great surprise, especially in how we met. I have never heard of anyone being in contact with archangels, though I never really enquired about it. As for myself I thought I would keep quiet about it. But today as I walked into a book store, your book seemed to magnify itself out at me. I could not turn away no matter how hard I tried. Honest, I had to buy it. If you have an interest in how I saw Michael just respond to my email and I will forward all details.
Her reply was: Dear ?,
Thank you very much for your email. I am always delighted to hear reports about visitations from archangels, so please do describe your experience to me. Also, let me know if I can share it with other people who are interested, I might put it in my monthly News-Letter. When archangels pokes it nose into your everyday life it usually means that you are going to have to re-think what you are doing. And consider how your time could be used for a higher purpose. I wonder whether Michael gave you a specific message. I look forward to hearing from you.
Angel Blessings
Theolyn Cortens
England
Well there you have it. Yes she did put my story in her News-Letter. As for the message Michael gave me, That I did not tell, it was personal.
Also, bad choice of words I thought: (When archangels pokes it nose into your everyday life) … I am very glad Michael did poke his nose in my life, and still often does.
Now just briefly I want to say - Saint Michael did give warning of his approach a few months earlier to this experience, but even then I didn’t know exactly who it was that dropped the feather. I knew it was an angel only because my brother and I have often seen and been in contact with them. But for Archangel Michael, I have never given him any thought. One night while home alone and sitting in my arm chair I had a most incredible feeling come over me, something like a great energy had just entered the room. Then the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I knew there was something right above me. I looked up to see a large downing feather slowly floating down from above.
Not being ready for this I jumped to my feet in fright only to realise halfway out of my chair what it was. But too late, it was gone. If only I had not moved but caught the feather I would have it today. For solid objects even feathers to appear out of nowhere, are called (apports). If you don’t know the word I suggest you google the meaning. Anyway, this was his way of letting me know next time - be ready.
I will try my best to tell this story in its full and proper context so that the reader can fully understand and appreciate it properly. But remember, words can ONLY take you so far, empathy must also be used.
This story tells us there is a war raging on the inside unbeknown to most of us here on earth, and its affecting all of us in one way or another. As I have stated in an earlier Post my brother and I hold a “Sitting” once a week; meditation, séance, spirit contact, whatever one wants to call it. For us, we choose to call it a “Sitting” and we dedicate it to God where at times we do rise up.
This experience occurred back in July of 2008 when in meditation.
We have been holding these sittings for quite some time and do have many regular visits from “All” levels of the spirit realms. On this particular night as I sat in meditation I began to drift deeply and lost all sense of self. In this inner-world I could faintly make out something white with wings far in the distance which seemed to be approaching at a fast pace. As it got closer I could see that it was a man on a beautiful white winged horse flying at great speed. As the horse came to ground it began galloping towards me until it finally stopped a short distance from where I was, or to where I seemed to be.
The man who sat upon the horse had golden armor covering his chest and shoulders. In his right hand he held a golden sword and on the blade was strange lettering. As he slid from the horse I gasped at what I then witnessed because it was not only the horse that had wings, but the man himself also.
As he stood there he placed his sword on the ground and dropped his armour at his feet. His wings were so huge it took my breath, and they were not feathers as we know angels to have, but rather “Downing Feathers.” His wings were of an off white colour with a touch of grey.
As he walked towards me smiling he was naked except for a short loin cloth wrapped around his waist. I could noticeably see that he had a slight (perspiration) covering his body, and as if reading my mind he said, (the sweat you see shows that I am always in constant battle against the dark forces which is ever close to the earth plane, especially at this time. I am ever helping mankind.)
I believe the perspiration was symbolic for my benefit in showing that he does indeed remain in constant battle. In my mind I was thinking, to see an angel I would have thought to see him in a blinding flash of white light; and again he answered; (I am ever so close to the earth plane doing my work. When I make contact I approach on your level so not to frighten or intimidate, and I always bring love and protection, I am “Michael.”)
I looked closely at his wings which were so huge they looked abnormal, but beautiful, Majestic and Powerful.
If you have noticed the paintings of an angel and looked closely at the wings, Michael’s wings would be (3) times the normal size, abnormally huge and powerful beyond description. And every feather was a ruffled “downing feather,” ruffled because of constant battle on behalf of “mankind.” His complexion was that of soft bronze; his hair a dark brown with a matted style slightly covering his eye brows. The back of his hair was just touching his shoulders. His physique was perfect, not bulging with muscle but rather lean and strong in appearance. I asked Michael why, or for what reason do I have the privilege of his visit. He then told me why. But of course I would rather keep this to myself.
My brother and I now at all times sit with a tape recorder just in case we need to record, this way nothing is lost in conversation. I did notice Michael’s height, when speaking with him he was my own height which is 6’2”. But when he appears in my room his head nearly touches the ceiling. When speaking with him again at a later date I asked this question: why is it that you were my own height when first we met, but now you are much taller. He replied: my true height in your terms, is 8 feet.
When first I approached you I put myself on your level, face to face, eye contact so not to disturb you. When Michael appears I always see his vibrational colour first, then I tune in to the vibration and see him as he is, (Beautiful). Again I would have thought his vibrational colour to be that of a Highly Bright White, or even of a Gold colour, but no this was not to be.
Michael’s vibrational colour is a (Grey Blue) a soft majestic colour with a beautiful gentle feeling to it. Now this is where it gets very strange. After the meeting with “Michael,” I had an impulsion to go to a book store. When I first entered the store one book caught my immediate attention even before I saw the title. My attention (or awareness, whatever one wants to call it) was pulled with such force that it caused a slight disturbance within me, and I was for some seconds not sure what was happening.
This force seemed to have control of me, and it caused me to become a little apprehensive. It was only until I picked the book up did I then realise why I was feeling the way I did. Staring at me from a picture on the cover of the book was archangel Michael.
The price of the book was a little high, so I put it back on the shelf and thought I’ll come back at a later date for it. Well, do you think I could walk away empty handed, it was impossible. As I tried walking out the door I was instantly pulled back by this inner feeling as if joined to an invisible elastic band. Whenever I got near the doorway I was instantly pulled back, not abruptly, but inasmuch pulled back. Three times I tried to leave the store and three times I was pulled back. The two women running the store must have thought I was a real nut case, (nut case again- not that I like the word but it does come in handy at times lol) because this is how they were looking at me wondering what's wrong, and I was feeling extremely silly in my actions. Just to get out of the store I bought the book, then finally at last I was able to leave and I am sure the two women were happy to see me go.
The author of this book explains a lot about archangels and speaks of her own experiences with them. I very rarely pass any information on outside of my Sitting nights, only because I feel if I told “Who” we have had visited us I would probably be called crazy. But, recently I have been telling certain stories in my posts just as I am telling this one. In my entire life I have never inquired about archangels, so I sent an email to the author of this book. The next day I got back a reply asking me to send details concerning my talk with “Michael.”
This is my email sent to the author:
Hello from Australia. I was contacted by Archangel Michael (3) weeks ago and it really took me by great surprise, especially in how we met. I have never heard of anyone being in contact with archangels, though I never really enquired about it. As for myself I thought I would keep quiet about it. But today as I walked into a book store, your book seemed to magnify itself out at me. I could not turn away no matter how hard I tried. Honest, I had to buy it. If you have an interest in how I saw Michael just respond to my email and I will forward all details.
Her reply was: Dear ?,
Thank you very much for your email. I am always delighted to hear reports about visitations from archangels, so please do describe your experience to me. Also, let me know if I can share it with other people who are interested, I might put it in my monthly News-Letter. When archangels pokes it nose into your everyday life it usually means that you are going to have to re-think what you are doing. And consider how your time could be used for a higher purpose. I wonder whether Michael gave you a specific message. I look forward to hearing from you.
Angel Blessings
Theolyn Cortens
England
Well there you have it. Yes she did put my story in her News-Letter. As for the message Michael gave me, That I did not tell, it was personal.
Also, bad choice of words I thought: (When archangels pokes it nose into your everyday life) … I am very glad Michael did poke his nose in my life, and still often does.
Now just briefly I want to say - Saint Michael did give warning of his approach a few months earlier to this experience, but even then I didn’t know exactly who it was that dropped the feather. I knew it was an angel only because my brother and I have often seen and been in contact with them. But for Archangel Michael, I have never given him any thought. One night while home alone and sitting in my arm chair I had a most incredible feeling come over me, something like a great energy had just entered the room. Then the hairs on the back of my neck stood up and I knew there was something right above me. I looked up to see a large downing feather slowly floating down from above.
Not being ready for this I jumped to my feet in fright only to realise halfway out of my chair what it was. But too late, it was gone. If only I had not moved but caught the feather I would have it today. For solid objects even feathers to appear out of nowhere, are called (apports). If you don’t know the word I suggest you google the meaning. Anyway, this was his way of letting me know next time - be ready.
