The first angel I talked to, was right at the end of a deliverance session. I don't see angels, or much of any being in the spiritual realm, I just sense their presence and hear what they have to say.
So at this time during a deliverance, I sensed all the angels leaving the room! I wasn't sure what was happening (the leaders had decided the person wasn't ready, but I wasn't told yet). I turned and asked an angel what was happening. He stopped in his tracks and started to talk to me! I was both amazed and thrilled! One of these beings who I could only vaguely sense and couldn't be sure I wasn't imagining, actually stopped to talk with me!
This joy of mine lasted all of about half a second, till I felt God spoke a word of correction to him , rebuking him for not leaving with the others and answering my question. I didn't know angels could get into trouble, and was devastated that my first encounter was of me doing that to one of them! Not being perfect, it is only reasonable that God does have to rebuke and correct angels on occasion.
I had to spend some time with God to figure out the details of what happened here. He told me that I was not to go to His angels and ask them for information that He alone was responsible for giving me. I had so many questions at the time, too! I learned my lesson right from the start, that one big requirement for being allowed to talk with angels was that you don't go pumping them for information that God expects us to seek Him for.
As I was sorting this out with God, I sensed the angels around me holding back, able to talk with me but not wanting to because of the experience with the first angel. When I did finally sort my end of the problem out, (and God let me apologize to the angel for getting him into trouble) I found that I could chat with the angels. I was not allowed to ask them deep questions, but they talked about what they do and how they feel about their work.
People complain about ministers who have "coffee and donuts" with angels. None ever came by my home to do that with me. The ones I talked to were already here, guardian angels who knew my family and were assigned to protects us. I also got to talk with the church angel, and various other ones who have come and gone. Not being able to see any of them, perhaps I don't have the fear and awe so many others have.
Not being able to ask the deep questions that filled my mind, I found myself getting bored with talking to them. We simply ran out of things to say! They did show me some of what they do, protecting me and the family as we drive the mountain roads and etc. So I did learn
something from them! But then I moved on, and found other things to do in life. I've said "hi" to them once or twice since, but for the most part they do their thing, and I do mine.
Years later when Bentley and co. were all talking about angels, I did manage to talk with Emma. She was very kind. She offered to help me, but also said she wasn't assigned to me to actually come here (whatever that means). I felt I needed to stretch my hand out to the tv and invite a similar angel to come over here, which I did (very cautiously). He came, explaining that he was here to do the job for me similar to what Emma does over
there. I forget his name, and occasionally look around to see if I sense him anywhere, but I haven't encountered him again since that week.
One thing to bear in mind, is that I am trained in Deliverance and know my authority over the enemy. I have had so many unclean spirits in my house (and have gotten rid of them), that I thought it was worth the effort to see if this guy was for real. I still don't know, as he's gone. I imagine though that would indicate that he found no opportunity to afflict me (if he was from satan), or (if from God) I missed my calling yet once again. Years ago I had a "church angel" assigned to me (or so I was told), but as I never started a church, I don't know whatever happened to him either. (Bored and reassigned?)
For the most part, I feel that God spares us from our gullibility and stupidity. Spirits presenting themselves as angels most probably do not want to show their hand, so they quietly leave when we don't take the bait. Or God removes them without our knowing. Either way, it is He and He alone to whom I credit my walk with Him. I am not crafty or good with remembering remote passages of scripture and putting them all together for a foundation to guide my life. No, I have to trust in Him. His Spirit brings all things to remembrance when I need them. He is the Good Shepherd, who seeks me out and untangles me from the bushes when I get myself lost and stuck.
