On the Christian thing, I turned from it a long time ago. A preacher and his wife called me everything but my name; mostly whore of Babylon or Satan's daughter. I have been in church rarely since, never been baptized (and won't since I don't think I need to announce to the world I got wet) and am uncomfortable with churches in general. I have read the Bible several times and can quote with the best of them, and have studied Revelations (that preacher was my best friend's dad whose grandfather wrote 17 books on it...which I've read), and have signs increasingly telling me I need to convert...but free will is a pita.
One thing that bothers me is the important in the eyes of heaven. I think we all have roles to fulfill, and this weird dream makes me no more-or-less touched by grace than anyone else. People, of all walks of life, are called on to do things, God in whatever form He appears or whomever He sends, speaks to many everyday. Most just don't listen.
I don't know how rare this sort of thing is. It was always normal to me because it happened, and I suspect it is far more common but most don't realize it or can't accept it.
Saying all that, John the Baptist being zealous is a Biblical report thing. My experience with zealots, or those who are of a spiritual faith of the kind that feels the need to preach fire and brimstone are something at 6 I distrusted immensely and as I've gotten older, my experiences with that type is abhorrent (and I mean no offense to anyone of the type of religious person who is like this...I have a history with them and it is not good) and I avoid them like the plague as an adult. My husband is of the denomination I find most problematic, however, I was using John the Baptist as an example of why not someone else. I could easily have chosen any other figure.
As to the angel, I was around 25 and was with my then 18 month old son in a discount store. I went around a corner and came face to face with a very nice looking man. He shimmered, for a lack of better words, and what I saw underneath his skin in that split second was demonic. He was blocking my way, however was extremely pleasant and smiling (it did not hit his eyes) but followed me as I backed up and went around the aisle. At the end, between the middle of the store and the front aisle, and back aisle, another man was standing there. He had dirty dishwater blonde hair and the bluest eyes almost as if they were an electrical light but very cold and dead when he looked at me. The demon was behind me, this man in front and he took one look at me and said "Elle, take your son (by name) and go." However no where in that whole interaction did I feel kindness, warmth or even affection for me, quite the opposite. He disliked me, in an impersonal sort of way...the feeling was one of us seeing a spider we allow to live. Needed but not really something you want to be around. He didn't hate me, he just didn't have any feelings at all. The demon was the total opposite. Both terrified me, the angel even more so.
So I booked it out of there. Abandoned my cart, grabbed my son and left. I didn't look back, although I heard part of their exchange. Why am I sure this was an angel? Not only was I aware this was Michael, the demon called him by name as well. It is not an experience I want to ever have again.
One thing that bothers me is the important in the eyes of heaven. I think we all have roles to fulfill, and this weird dream makes me no more-or-less touched by grace than anyone else. People, of all walks of life, are called on to do things, God in whatever form He appears or whomever He sends, speaks to many everyday. Most just don't listen.
I don't know how rare this sort of thing is. It was always normal to me because it happened, and I suspect it is far more common but most don't realize it or can't accept it.
Saying all that, John the Baptist being zealous is a Biblical report thing. My experience with zealots, or those who are of a spiritual faith of the kind that feels the need to preach fire and brimstone are something at 6 I distrusted immensely and as I've gotten older, my experiences with that type is abhorrent (and I mean no offense to anyone of the type of religious person who is like this...I have a history with them and it is not good) and I avoid them like the plague as an adult. My husband is of the denomination I find most problematic, however, I was using John the Baptist as an example of why not someone else. I could easily have chosen any other figure.
As to the angel, I was around 25 and was with my then 18 month old son in a discount store. I went around a corner and came face to face with a very nice looking man. He shimmered, for a lack of better words, and what I saw underneath his skin in that split second was demonic. He was blocking my way, however was extremely pleasant and smiling (it did not hit his eyes) but followed me as I backed up and went around the aisle. At the end, between the middle of the store and the front aisle, and back aisle, another man was standing there. He had dirty dishwater blonde hair and the bluest eyes almost as if they were an electrical light but very cold and dead when he looked at me. The demon was behind me, this man in front and he took one look at me and said "Elle, take your son (by name) and go." However no where in that whole interaction did I feel kindness, warmth or even affection for me, quite the opposite. He disliked me, in an impersonal sort of way...the feeling was one of us seeing a spider we allow to live. Needed but not really something you want to be around. He didn't hate me, he just didn't have any feelings at all. The demon was the total opposite. Both terrified me, the angel even more so.
So I booked it out of there. Abandoned my cart, grabbed my son and left. I didn't look back, although I heard part of their exchange. Why am I sure this was an angel? Not only was I aware this was Michael, the demon called him by name as well. It is not an experience I want to ever have again.