ENCOUNTERS WITH MY GUARDIAN ANGEL
                                                    

I want to share with you one of the most vivid visions of my lifetime. It was a night-vision. What I mean by this is that while it happened at night, it was not a dream. I had been very depressed. My life had been hard with the exception of some financial resources available to me from my family. I had just remarried, taken a new job and had two young children. I did not seem to be good at my job or at my new marriage. I sought refuge at a local church. Sadly, some of the only churches opened at night, without a service going on, seems to be a Catholic church. I went, sat on a pew and began to put my life in review. I wondered if I had a guardian angel, because I thought that due to betrayals and violence in my life, that if I had a guardian angel, I felt that maybe I should register a complaint.
 
I went home after a period of quiet meditation. As I was going asleep, I heard a very high pitch frequency in my ears.(It is needful to say, that after many experiences with the high pitch, that human beings should not surrender to them. Angels have a different frequency than do humans. When the high pitch is heard, angels who are demonic or of the Lord can speak into someone's head. You can see how this would pose a great problem for ordinary people. Now, I reject all high pitch frequency and command them away in the name of Jesus) I ignored it and immediately began to have the following vision: I saw an enormous angel. He was so large that he had to adjust my field of vision to stretch himself out. He was wearing a royal blue tunic with a white undergarment. Upon the tunic, were black letters or numbers upon his chest. These markings were unknown to me. They were understood only in heaven. There was also black-pipe embroidering around the borders of the blue tunic. When he stretched himself fully out, he flashed these enormous white wings for only a second and then he put them back down behind his back. He had the face of a black man. Instantly, I began to have this spectacular panoramic vision. What I mean by this, is that the vision was past, present and future, with no need for words.

I was shown my guardian angel looking like an ordinary black man, human in forn. He was helping people stranded  in their cars and a myriad of other situations. All the people would say, after that encounter was, "Wasn't that a wonderful coincidence, that he came along just when he did." I saw him in Central Park helping a couple who had found themselves in a predicament, and they said the same thing. They called it a "coincidence." I was then shown an enormous black hand which was bent at the elbow. There were flames leaping from the elbow to the hand. Within the hand was a baby that looked like me as a baby. He was keeping this baby from the fire. The vision ended. When it did, I knew that I ,indeed, had an angel, he had been with me since birth, and that he also appeared in human form. I understood that he had been holding me from flames since I was born. I can joke about it now, but then I said, "No wonder my life has been so hard, I have a black guardian angel." Knowing how hard blacks have had it in the world, I reasoned that a black angel must have a hard time as well. Since then, I have come to know that he had been given a very difficult case in me. I was the poster child for rebellion. He had kept me from myself for a long, long time. After this vision, I never lost hope again, never felt that kind of crushing depression again. I also knew that everything was going to be alright.

I saw him once again in human form. I was with my son David. We were just leaving the grocery store, and I was once again a single parent. I was struggling as a nurse to give my children everything that they needed. I had spent all that I had but a pocketful of change- I had a few more dollars in the bank for gas. A man who appeared to be in his thirties approached me. He had burnished skin and curly hair. He had the most unusual color of crystal-aqua-blue, fiery eyes that I had ever seen (this is before the age of assorted -colored contact lenses) These eyes did not match anyone on earth who had such a skin color. His eyes shot out fire. He told me that he was hungry and that he needed some food. He asked me to help. I knew that he was an angel, because he was totally clean, appeared from nowhere, and did not look homeless, or broke. I reached into my pocket and gave him all of my change. I told him, 'It is all that I have." It was sort of an unfair test, because I instantly recognized himn as an "angel unawares"- referred to in the New Testament. I was reminded of the widow woman in the Bible who gave her last two mites in hope of attracting God's attention for her sorely needed miracle. My son also recognized him as an angel.

All of my children are spiritually discerning and I have raised them with the knowledge of God, his commandments and we are all Pentecostal -with the evidence of speaking in tongues. Well, since I knew that this young man was an angel, I headed for the ATM, only feet away to get my gas-money, twenty dollar bill for him, since I knew that this was a test for me. When I had gotten the bill, he had disappeared. He could not have walked away, because he could have only gotten so far. I knew that he was on foot. I searched for him to no avail. He was nowhere. He should have been at the edge of the parking lot, in the store next door, walking up the street or something. He was not to be found, but I knew that I had passed my test. From that very day, to this very day, I have never financially struggled again. I wrote a poem about my angel. It is more about the experiences with him, than a political statement. It is entitled, O BLACK ANGEL. It is as follows below: 

                                                                             
O BLACK ANGEL

O black angel,

spread your wings for me.

Deliver me from ghosts and rattling chains,

chants, haunts, and roots, sinking at the bayou's bottom.

The past with its dried hope and magnolia,

now long-gone; a shattered mirror of forlorn days.

O black angel,

spread your wings

upwards and outwards; sweep from

paradise to heaven. where grass grows emerald,

springing back past the walking on it.

To where joy-filled winds speak mysteries of the ages.

O black angel,

spirit me away to where

gates of pearl open onto streets of gold, like glass.

O black angel,

Uphold me in your massive hands.

Let me look into your piercing eyes, and

see beyond the boundaries of man’s comprehension.

To that place of magnificent, peerless beauty.

O black angel,

carry me in your wings.

Take me to that place where I might

see His body, bloodied and pierced for me.

Behold His face and kiss His nail-scarred hands.

ALICE PARRIS