My most memorable angelic visit is a fond one. This happened 3 nights in a row when I was about 10 or so. First a little background...
When we moved to town in 1979, I received my first private bedroom. Prior to that I slept in a room with my two sisters. In my own room, the bed was in the opposite corner from the closet, which was shallow wide closet. There was a 4 panel accordian style door on the closet. To the left of the closet was a shelf about head height. At the time of this vision /visitation I was suffering from a slight cold. My dad had placed an old ozone generator/ air purifier on the shelf. Not like those today, this generator worked on light to purify, uv light. It cast a dim blue light from the top grill against the ceiling, a few lines from light shining through the top grill.
On these particular 3 nights, I woke up sometime in the dark. All was quiet but a strange light filled the room. Not a bright light, but very noticeable. Turning over in my bed I saw the source of the light. In front of the closet there was a moving heavenly scene!
There were 4 angels, dressed in white robes. They glowed with a soft light that filled the room. All 4 stood in front of the closet facing away from me and towards into the closed closet door. There was no sound, only light.
As I watched, a white glowing box about a foot square floated up from the floor where it just materialized by fading in. It slowly floated up into the waiting hands on the first angel. In a smooth motion he caught the box, shifted left, and handed the box to the angel to his left. That angel took the box and in a smooth motion twisted to his left to repeat the handoff. The first angel twisted back to the right and caught the next box floating up from the floor. It was a flowing constant assembly line or bucket brigade. The boxes smoothly flow up from the floor across the waiting angels one to another, towards the one on the furthest left. He would twist to his left and let go of the box in mid air. The box would then float up to the ceiling and disappear. Interestingly it would fade out right at the spot where the light from the air filter hit the ceiling. The light from the grills had changed to form a face on the ceiling.
The whole scene was transfixing to watch. These glowing white boxes, all identical, fading in at the floor, floating up, flowing across from angel to angel, and floating up to the face on the ceiling. The face was as the face of God himself. No pause, no change in motion, smooth and constant. It seemed as though the boxes were coming one after the other and being delivered to God himself.
Now.... I was calm inside seeing this but at the same time terrified. So terrified that I couldn't move. My whole body including my voice was paralyzed in fear , yet I was calm, not panicky. I wanted to speak, but couldn't. I could only watch, laying still in my bed.
I remember the crazy notion that I should grab my flashlight, sitting on the nightstand by my bed, and shine it on them. But all my willpower could not move a hand, not even a finger. The third night I seem to remember finally moving my hand a little, but not enough.
How long did this last ? I do not know. Was it a few minutes? An hour? Longer? I can't say. It was a while, perhaps long enough to count 20 or 40 boxes slowly floating each night. The scene never actually ended, I simply drifted back to sleep after a while as I watched.
At first I was too terrified to tell anyone what had happened, but maybe a week later I just had to. After bible study at our home, my dad teaching, I went to him and told him about it. He listened intently then took a moment to pray before saying anything. After praying for God's meaning in this thing, his voice changed slightly as it always did when he was prophesying (a regular event in our bible studies).
The explanation went something like this... I do not remember the exact words, only the meaning...
"this revelation was to show you, David, the blessing of God that await you if you only follow my words and my way "
In my heart it felt right. Those boxes were each a promise, a blessing, granted and given by god to me, if I choose to follow his ways. I had no idea for the longest time what they could be but years later I realized that at least some of them are my children, you. Each of you and your spouses are a special blessing, a gift of God. As life turned out... I am the only one to pass along or family genetics. My sister's had no children, my brother had two but one died childless and the other decided to not have children. So literally I alone was chosen to carry forward the family.
I do not know why, do not claim any special privilege, and certainly am not worthy. But the visitation from those angels is something I hold dear in my heart each day.
Angels are real, and I can assure you that each of you has a set of blessing boxes waiting for delivery... If you only choose to follow his ways.
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