Angel Sword II: Visions, Tyrone Vincent Banks [motivational books for men .txt] 📗

shoulder, I look back at two angels, one tall and one shorter and they are looking and pointing at the screen. Again, they are talking but I cannot hear them. I place the palms of my hands together, as if in prayer, and I can hear them.

 

 One of them says, “That looks nothing like me!”

The other replies, “Gavriel, go to the next screen.”

 

I comply and try to pretend as if I’m not freaking out.

 

 One of the angels touched my shoulder reassuringly and responds; “Don’t be concerned, you will understand soon.”

 

The smell emanating from them is hard to explain. It’s like the smell of sweet wildflowers, not too strong and not too faint. Their facial features, never really stay the same as if they shift appearances randomly, but I know that it’s still them. I log into my C.A.T.A.L.O.G. (Chronological Archeological Tracking Analyzing Logging Origin Guide.) system and click on the unknown origin file. I click on weaponry and then swords. I think, “I need an app on my phone for this!”

The phone vibrates and of course, the App is there. I like that!

 

 There is an image of a gigantic sword, shield, helmet and breastplate encased in diamond, it looks familiar. It’s similar to the ones that Gelic wore, but they were tinted in a copper-green color. I type in the search query: “Country found.” It responds; “Africa.” I click on a speaker and listen to a sound file.

 

“This item was found several miles underground in an abandoned diamond mine in Africa. The sheer size of the objects lead to a great deal of uncertainty as to who could actually wear such large armor or carry such a large sword. Attempts to free the sword and the other implements have failed but we have continually attempted to free these items for the last 200 years.”

 

I look over my shoulder and they are still there.

 

“We are always here Gavriel, we are attached to you and we go wherever you go! We have been assigned to you. I am your ministering angel and he is your guardian. We minister to you and protect you.  You are also assigned a Warring angel.”

 

I ask, “Warring angel?”

 

They reply, “Yes, you have a warring angel.”

 

 “Is it Gelic?”

 

 “No Gavriel, it is not…”

 

A foul scent wafts over the office. I have a renewed sense of urgency as I log out of my station, grab my jacket and exit the building.

 

 The Guardian stands at the end of my aisle and charges towards a larger creature that charges through the office. He places his hands on the demon and he is gone. I go downstairs and get into my van. As I close the door my guardian and minister sit next to me. I drive past the lot attendant and I can see three angels standing nearby. I can see two small angels and one very large one. The larger one wraps his large fingers about the hilt of his sword, draws and points it towards the sky and slams it against his breastplate. The thunderous explosion is ignored by the lot attendant but I can hear it loud and clear!

 

 The ministering angel responds; “The warrior will only salute another warrior in that manner!”

 

I look around and reply; “Where is my warrior?”

 

They both respond; “You know!”

 

 “You’re telling me that we have to go to Africa?”

 

 “It’s easier than you think.”

 

 “Plane tickets, hotel reservations, car rentals, explaining this to my wife – what’s easy about it?”

 

They reply, “Look and listen with your other eyes and ears!”

 

 

I exclaimed; “You two are going to kill me!”

 

They reply loudly, “NEVER!”

 

 “I’m sorry Father! What do I do now?”

 

 The angels reply; “Keep the appointment Gavriel, you need to rest!”

 

***

 

The next morning I kept my appointment with Dr. Bills. I told him my story and witnessed various demons and Angels wrestling about the room. He notices my eye movements while jotting down various notes and scanning the room curious as to what I could be seeing.

 He asks, "Are they here now?"

I look at my Angels standing on my left and right and answer, "Yes Doc, they're always here!"

He replies, "Riiight...always here..."

 

He pulls out his prescription pad and starts scribbling in what looks like a foreign language, but it's not, he's just writing like a doctor.

 

“Okay Mister Gavriel, what pharmacy do you use?”

 

I ask, “What are you doing? Do you think that drugs are the answer?  This is not a sickness?”

 

I was exasperated but not surprised that he would not help me. I stood up, walked over to the window and watched the unseen chaos unfolding in the parking lot.  I think about what my Angels told me, they told me to look at him with my other eyes and hear him with my other ears.  So, I did just that.

 

As the doctor continues scribbling on his pad I can clearly see a demon holding his hand and guiding what he is writing. The demon is whispering in his ear, “he is too close to the truth, he must not know the truth.”

 

I whisper “Jesus!” and the demon is gone.

 

Doctor Bills replies, “Mister Gavriel, I am not a spiritual man by any means, but I think that you have been given a gift.”

 

He crumples the prescription and places his pad on the table.

 

I respond, “Doctor Bills, we have all been given this gift, but a man will not see what he does not want to see. We all have 5 senses, sight, touch, taste, smell and hearing.  But the believer also has an additional set of senses that are spiritual in nature, but faith and belief are the keys to unlocking those senses.  If only you knew what we were truly capable of you wouldn’t need to pick up your prescription pad and attempt to block these abilities from your patients.”

 

I could tell that I had gotten through to Doctor Bills, however the next step was his to make.

 

He asked, “So what do I do now Gavriel?”

 

I replied, “That’s between you and the Lord Doctor…”

 

As I looked over his shoulder I could see another demon forming.

 

I continued, “Don’t be afraid to say His name out loud often!”

 

“What name, Jesus?”

 

As he said that, the demon looked at me and disappeared like he was flushed down a toilet! That was funny!

 

“See Doc, when you said His name you may not have seen or felt it, yet, but you made things change…keep it up!”

 

Doctor Bills replied, “I will, and thank you Gavriel, this session was enlightening!! I’ll let your supervisor know that you’re fine.  You can return to work whenever you feel up to it.”

 

I thanked the doctor and we go to my van. I thought to myself that with the 2 unseen commuters riding with me I could legitimately use the HOV lane, but that would be hard to explain.

 

I went home and spent some time in the office researching airlines that could get me to Africa and back in record time. How could I explain this to my wife?  Ever since the “incident” when I was given these Spiritual gifts I didn’t sleep often.  When I did sleep the snoring and noises that came from my mouth earned me a permanent spot in the guest bedroom.  My dreamlife was vivid and unexplainable, but I was beginning to understand.

 

Sleep was not really sleep. Sleep was more of a gateway to the Spiritual Realm.  My dreams have always been vivid and I’ve always had the ability to pull myself in, out of and back into dreams and nightmares if I wanted to.

The following morning I busied myself preparing my wife’s lunch and our breakfast. The four of us sat down to breakfast and between the chewing, gulping and faces glowing in the light of the electronic devices that preoccupied my family, I started a conversation.

“We have to talk.”

My wife looked at me while the kids looked sadly at each other.

My daughter replied, “About?”

I knew what my daughter was thinking.

“No, Sweetheart, it’s not bad news.”

So, I just went for it, they had to understand that things had changed and knowledge is power.

I continued, “You know those dreams and visions that I speak about? Well, things have changed. I’m beginning to see and hear things that concern me.  I cannot explain it all, but in time you will understand.  If you ever feel endangered or afraid for some unexplained reason or if people around you are totally out of control, do just one thing!”

My son responds, “Call 911?”

Nope, just say “Jesus!”

My Wife asked, “Isn’t that taking the Lord’s name in vain?”

“No, you’re using His name as a weapon, not as a complaint. Just trust me guys, His name will change things, it always has.  You see the news, things are getting out of control but when your back’s against the wall and you don’t know what to do, just say JESUS! And you will be saved!

I’m waiting for a question, joke or a dry response, but they look as if they understand.

They have angels surrounding them and my own angels stand nearby. My spiritual vision is on and I see no demons in our presence. 

The Guardian responds, “Your home is a safe place. Father lives here and has lived here since you invited Him into your home many years ago.  This is why others gather here, they feel Him and they feel secure here.”

The Minister adds, “Tell them.”

I blurt out, “You have angels with you at all times. They are to your left, to your right, to the front and at your back.  They’ve always been here and they always will!”

My Wife replies, “Yes, we know.”

“You can see them too?”

With that I’m sure that my audience is lost.

My daughter responds, “We can’t see them but we feel them when we’re together at home.”

My son states, “Which is why we should stay home from school today!”

I knew that was coming.

I’m in the garage as my wife is backing out of the open garage door. I see her angels in the passenger seat and back seat.  Her Minister latches her seatbelt. I will never tell my wife that angels are afraid of her driving!

My children and I get into the car and recite The Lord’s Prayer – which is actually The Disciple’s Prayer – before backing down the driveway. As we drive to the high school I was shocked by the number of demons and angels wrestling with one another trying to prevent accidents and the like.  My son exits the car with his angels around him clearing the way.

My daughter and I head to the University to drop her off. During this time I usually tell her a story about my college experience or try to share some wise words with her.  However, today she looks at me and I don’t know where to start.

She asked, “What’s going on Daddy?”

I was honest with her and during our 5 minute drive I told her everything that I had experienced.

The time was different, we were driving in my car however our conversation took place somewhere else. We were in a clearing in the middle of beautiful trees.  I spoke to her and many others sat with her as if they were at a large outdoor lecture.  A thought occurred that I had drifted off to sleep but my angels reassured me that this was not the case.

As I kissed my daughter’s cheek before she exited the car she whispered, “I’ll remember.”

She walked towards the door at the Student Center with her angelic protection detail all about her.

With the choice to go to work or go home I chose to go home.

I had to get to Africa and I had to be home by 4 pm!

The Minister replied, “Not necessarily, we can start the journey tonight.”

“What am I going to do, sneak out the window?”

The Guardian answered, “When you sleep there are infinite doors and windows that you may enter and exit. The order in which you enter those doors will matter greatly.  Time, however moldable that it may be, can be shaped and tempered to that which…”

I interrupted,