Tag Archive | Angelic Experiences

A Dream I had recently in the second week of October 2023.

Greetings to first time visitors to my website. As you can tell I am not too active on it but this dream was very short but definitely a mindblower.

Now the first week of October in the news was horrific. Hamas government and militants instigated a surprise attack on the Southern border of Israel near the Gaza strip. I read about the – Kibbutz Re’im those community residents in that vicinity that were suddenly being massacred.

About three miles from Gaza, Israeli rescue workers discovered more than 100 bodies from that Kibbutz population. That was when it first happened. Now they discovered more. They attacked a music festival, killing at least 260 people and abducting others. Even as i write this there are many other hostages being held. But as of this January 1200.

God has his ways of pulling us in for prayer and it seems for many including my self he sends me a dream.

In the dream a mighty looking angel is standing in my room at the bottom of my bed.

He is very tall man and beautiful . I say man cause i have never seen an angel. I say no wings or weapons. But instinctively i knew it was an angel. I felt peace and no fear. He stood there for a minute and then walked around to my side of the bed. I still felt no fear. He spoke no words. Then he knelt down on his right knee. His hands were to his side, but his face leaned in closer to my face…like he was going to speak to me. His eyes were staring at mine. He was serious but not angry. His visit seemed urgent.

Now what puzzled me besides no words was his glorious chest. It looked like armor. Heavenly armor. The platelets within his chest seemed kind of embedded. In between the platelets of armor one could see glorious holy light emanating outward. I watched the glowing piercing light coming out. I could tell that light protected him. I know the power source was Jesus who is the light of the world.

Then i woke up. Now what was that about.

I knew a war was going on overseas but I also know all war effects the whole world negatively especially if we who are far away don’t do anything about it. I knew instinctively that angel was coming to me to tell me to pray.

That my dear friends , is a message for you and everyone on the planet. There is power in prayer and the church militant on earth have got to get that message.

Pray and fast for peace. Peace in our homes, communities, nation and the world.

Also God reminds us all things are possible..and Jesus said, before he went up to heaven…all

power has been given to me. Now I give you that power of prayer , if you pray according to my will and the teachings of the bible. Now with that armor on you YOU CAN EXERCISE GREAT FAITH BY PRAYING IN MY NAME.

Dear ones, we can send angels to help our families. We can pray and send angels to whisper in the ear of

our president, our officials in our neighborhoods or wherever there is danger. that includes foreign countries where there is war. Just pray as if you are praying for your kids or spouse. What would you want for them if they were under attack, physical or spiritual.

There are tons of books or internet sites on how to pray. But, start with the Lords Prayer. Psalms 23, 91 and check out and declare….2nd Chronicles 7:14. That’s a promise. and God doesn’t lie.

Recently Holy Spirit spoke to me. He said, try to paint what you saw. I said, why?

He said…”Hang it up wherever you go!” Then He told me more that when people ask, who painted that…you say, I did in order to help me remember that God commissions angels to help us in many ways. Tell the your niece and nephew too. When I get home, God willing, I show others too.

So that’s a new gift God is giving me to remember my dreams when it concerns faith, love and the bible. Pray for my gift of drawing and painting too. lol.

I am not very good at drawing but i’m trying to be obedient. Papa likes my paintings. After all all good daddies should make a fuss over their kids artwork. Right?

P.S. I’ll try to post my picture when its done.


Mama Lauren

Part 2: My life in the late 60’s and 70’s and the Spiritual Charasmatic Movement

Ok…where was I ?

Ok…just got home safe and sound after the mad chase through the hills of Palos Verdes in

1967. I was seven months pregnant…I am ok and so is the baby.

However looking back ..now that i know what i know…and being a child development

major  and a retired massage therapist to boot..i realize..that that spirit of fear that gripped

me that night wasn't good for my child nor me. New information is one thing…but my kid

growing in me..didn't have that..he just felt my physical and spiritual response. These things

that happen to us need a deep healing.

On to what happened next…the birth on March 3. mmm…3 3…then the room had a three in it…i

remember that…numbers mean stuff..right? I think so…and the bill was three hundred and

thirty three dollars. Exactly what i had in my  bank give or take some coins.

Wow. what does that mean?i thought.

 Well, I almost died in the delivery…cause i couldn't seem to stay awake…until a SergeantGeneral labor room nurse..jumped up on bed i was in…slapped me awake

and said..unless you do this ..you will both die…i was awake now..

She leaned into my face and said…softely …i don't know what is going on but you don't want this

baby do you..i said…i am scared…she said..i am going to give you a crash course on LaMaze.

My little boy was 9 lbs 5 oz and beautiful…but i couldn't tell cause I was still drugged up and

depressed cause i still didn't have a dad for him. While they bottle fed my baby i lay in the bed

dreaming of who would marry me now? I thought of some guy that liked me, but I had to find

him. AT that time..guys were marrying girls for lesser reasons..cause the draft was full on

if you weren't in full time college.

 I found the guy that liked me and we got serious fast. We ran off and got married in Vegas.

He was from a nice Catholic family. They didn't like me much cause needless to say i was

an unwed mother. What's the use in telling them i was a good Catholic girl that had a miraculous

pregnancy! Well i thought so.

 After Michael got older…the guy I was dating suddenly got cold feet…he

said..i think we should date other people…what an idiot i was..i was so desperate not

to loose him….that i ignored the red flag that he was not loyal to me..and was folding under

his parents and friends pressure…I said..if you date someone else..i won't see

you anymore…So he said…ok…i won't date anyone else..Gosh…that was wrong…God

was trying to intervene…and you'll know why later.


Now..remember i was dating  a service guy? Remember he gave me a ring to hold me

while he was gone for two…years…I really thought he would not last  in Vietnam…

so many were getting killed…I also was desperate for a father for my baby…i was worried

about my sick father and wierdly spiritual mother. I was alone in the world and there

were no guarantees with the service boy.

Well that 20 year old service boy came back mid my dating this new guy…and one

night he suddenly appeared at my door…pleading to just give him one date…to prove his love

for me. he said..i don't care if you got pregnant…i still love you and i will raise him as my own.


My newest fiance…called right at that moment…Now why do things happen like this…this is a

life and death situation…so imperative that i make the right decision…here is this sweet

soldier pleading for a chance and Joe who was doubtful of our relationship…

I should have asked for advice..right? But noooooooooo…i did nothing of the sort. Instead i

told the soldier at the door…You would never love this child. You would resent him. And you

would think he would come between us. I can't do it to him. Besides there are not feelings

left…just hope now..and I am sure this soon to be doctor…would help us more. Terry you may

die..and if i let go of this man…then i will have no one…Do you see how fatalistic and terrified

of life I was…guys? Do you see how negative i thinking i was? Where was my faith..the faith

i had that kept me going and strong as when i was a teen?


So the soldier boy…left my porch..and i was heartbroken…and sooooo confused…Did i do

the right thing? Make the right choice? How does one know, people..how?

In the meantime…my dad got worse..and worse…one night we all went to see dad before

exploratory surgery…the doctor said…i have made a terrible mistake..your dad didn't get

proper exrays…for we finally found the problem. His previous gall bladder surgery…caused

an adhesion…which is an overgrowth of scar tissue..it invaded a nearby intestion..and closed

it off almost entirely! What we gasped…he has been in serious pain…and all i have been giving

him was Tums. What???? We were both angry and horrified..we wanted to scream at him…but

instead we ran to Dads room…and looked at his frail body..which lost so much weight cause

he couldn't eat nothing but liquids…

My Dad was hopeful although so white..with no color..he said..i can eat again..Lauren..i can

You can cook for me..would you cook for me honey? What do you want Dad…he said..applesauce

pancakes..and lasagna..we laughed..a little..that was the last time i saw him…it was

bitter sweet cause he also recalled how for years..we weren't close…he sounded

so unhappy…i thought Dad..don't talk like that before you go into surgery…stay happy and

positive.. it was if some deep sadness gripped him before he died…

My mom and him were never close and his addictions separated us..but at that moment i loved

my dad deeply and wanted to reconcile…I never got the chance…cause he died right after


We were all scattered like lost sheep in the hospital corridors…weeping and wailing. I kept

calling for …"Daddy Daddy my Daddy's dead"

It was so odd no one consoled me. The doctor just sedated me cause i was hysterical.


Not only did i not have a chance to have a relationship with my dad..but his last actions

to me were sour. Only the talk of cooking for him is what i remember …and it alone was

sweet. I hope finally he sees me as a loving daughter.


Well, its fall of 69…all his friends were partying up good and all of them were in college…

free love was floating around…drugs…but my fiance and I were in a bubble of our own

making…away from the chaos..of the war, rioting, civil liberty marches…my Dad is dead

mom is kinda depressed cause now she has a house which she can't afford anymore

and I was ready to loose the only change for a marriage and a father ot my

illigitimate child. The blood father was somewhere in Vietname…i heard…and had no plans

of visiting us…or helping finanacially causea you remember

he thought…this couldn't be my child…i hardly had anything to do with her…he told my sister..

I talked with His sister and she said…He thinks that you would tell your child that

he died in Vietnam..and that's the story he remembered. but even years later when i went to

see his family…they said..better stay away from him…he is still messed up from the war…

So, I guess  they wouldn't even tell him I visited.

At least that's what i think they did. When my boy was finally an adult he never pursued 

looking for His Dad … cause he thought why feel rejected again…Even recently i thought

honey look for your dad…it might be a good thing…He still said..no.


Getting back to the story… pre-med school was over and my fiance made a choice to be

a dentist. So since his parents didn't approve , and the draft board was breathing down

his heels…since he would leave and i might not see him again…between his fear of the draft ..

.his parents…and not picking the right school in time to accept him…we made the leap to

run off and get married. Oh..haste makes waste…it was disasterous…


As the war raged on, as his parents fumed at what they thought was our living together…as free

love was taking its toll around town in vineral disease and broken hearts…as more and more

guys were being drafted and slowly filtered over to be killed by the Viet Cong…riots and

marches..and picketing floundered on. What a mess our streets were..you couldn't turn on the

news without seeing poor hippie being hit on the head..or some civil rights marcher being

washed down with a power hose. What a terrible world…first JFK.. then Bobby the president's

senator brother…then Martin Luther King Jr. then my dad in 67…what the (blank) is going on?

Is Armageddien next?


Readers…you have to believe me…it was pure madness back then…and i believe that is why

people smoked so much dope…it all seemed so hopeless…its like what is happening now

there is a strong similarity…except for one GLARING DIFFERENCE..GENERALLY SPEAKING








So visitors to my blog…perhaps…that man chasing me in the car…that fateful night was

not wearing a mask at all…and it wasn't a man but a fallen angel…or demon…or both. If

anything…he was a prophecy of the darkness coming…and my pregnancy was not the

worst thing that could have happened to this sweet Catholic girl.

Till next time.