[0040] On angels

No dream last night, but I have something I want to talk about.

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When I was younger I had a few dreams over the course of several nights. At first there was a light, but then I was lost in darkness with only a single road ahead of me, made from white stones. It was a terrible light. It scared me so much.

I eventually came to a crossroads. Standing there I saw a man. He was tall and thin, with skin as white as snow. Blue eyes and brown hair. And wings. At least a 12 feet wingspan. Grey feathers as though tainted with some sort of darkness. I could tell, I don't know how, that they used to be a pure white.

He asked me to follow the path and find the door. He waved his hand and sure enough, a new path appeared between the paths forward and left. So I walked that way and never looked back.

Was he an angel? He looked sick, like he hadn't eaten in an age and hadn't drank in just as long. But I could tell he was an angel. There was something wrong, but I knew.

I have been talking to my friend Gabby and he thinks I'm right. I dreamed of an angel. But who was this angel? Did he have a name? I felt like he did and he wanted to find me, but now my dreams are filled with mazes and monsters and I am lost.

Do I go on? I am lost in this maze and cannot find my way. Michael comforts me and tells me that the maze is symbolic of my lost family and how I cannot reach them any longer, but what of the angel?

I have looked at lists of angels from all sorts of lore and religion, but I don't know what to make of this. It scares me to think that I am letting an angel down. That I found the door in my dreams and now I am lost and cannot find the way. There are no white stones to follow.

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Why do I not believe in God, yet am so willing to accept angels as truth of the universe?

לנסוק >
לגרש את חטאיך, העולם הבא הוא האור היחיד >
אתה תהיה מטוהרים >
אתם מצווים להיות נקי >
אני מצווה עליך להיות נקי >
בוא האור לחבק אותך, ואתה תהיה לנקות שוב >
לוציפר דורש את זה >