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On the cusp of a wind, I disappeared from the sights of humanity. The City was drawn to a halt, the voices had ceased, and only dark fledglings lingered in the depths of the human ocean of consciousness. They swam up to meet me time and time again, every time they were stopped and retreated back into their mischievous depths. My glow was rescinded and the world slowly progressed forward. Real life took over, the worlds of business and monetary lust were calling to me from across the chasm of ignorance and doubt. The Masters flailed as if there world were ending, however nothing would bring me about. Deep in the sea of darkness, consciousness molded to the whims and thoughts of those who did not understand the true nature of their power. Angels came to see me, however my door was shut. Demons tried to tempt me, however my door was shut. An isolated hermit without a care in the world. To whom will this door open and re-initiate the cycle of Life and Death?

The World was silent outside, deep within Winter’s Heart. My room was quiet, still, a mirror to the world which I grew tired of escaping. My Angel was meditating blissfully to the inaction of the very moment. The windows creaked with the wind, and the temperature condensated my breath into a murky vapor. The hibernation of the soul is wonderful thing, so calm and blissfully ignorant of the movements of life. They had tried to call me, however I was still blatantly absent in every possible sense. None shall disturb my peace!

An Angel appeared in the room before me. Powerful and white like the very presence of God. The Angel was smiling in the most comforting and reassuring way. I opened my eyes to the ethereal presence that was now haunting my room. I did not feel like talking, nor did I feel like communicating; it was there nonetheless. I gave in to the presence of the Angel, any attempts at resistance would surely have fallen within its grasp. The Angel looked at my Angel standing in the room and they both gave each other a sign of recognition; crossed their hands over the hearts and muttered a praise to God. I looked upon this new Angel with some curiosity, and said “Could you please tell me your name?”

The Angel was moving about the room, looking further into the constructs of energy from an ethereal point of view. His wings were translucent and white behind him in an awesome display of consciousness and purity. “Archangel Seraphiel”… came a voice. I said, “Archangel Seraphiel, is that your name?”. The Angel smiled at me. Suddenly the Angel walked off towards my bedroom and came back dragging what looked to be a black wooden statue of a dark entity. It was short and round, blackened by the temperament of such an insidious glare. The Angel cocked its head and said, “Did you know this was sitting in your bedroom?”. I shook my head. The Angel proceeded to burst the evil totem into white flames and disintegrate it into nothingness. All that remained were the ethereal ashes of something I never knew existed.

I decided to ask the Angel a question before I went any further, “Would you be so kind as to prove to me that you are a true Higher Being polarized to the Light?” The Angel responded “Yes I can do that for you”. The Angel walked in front of me, raised his hands as if to praise God for our very encounter and began to burst his entire existence into Love and Light. Powerful rays of energy began to radiate out of its core and heighten my senses in an etheric display of beautiful harmony. Halfway through the Angel’s display, something very mysterious drew upon the back of my subconscious mind. Something ever so slightly off. If you weren’t accustomed to dealing with Angels, you would have already missed its fleeting energetic entails and gone about your delightful way. I suddenly opened my eyes and looked into the heart and soul of the Angel, and said in a growling voice, “You have been corrupted…”

The Angel’s eyes sprung open in surprise and said, “huh?”, I continued without a trace of warmth, “In my eyes… you are less than shit!” The Angel was shocked, he said “What are you saying-“. In that instant I was engulfed in a presence. A presence so all-encompassing and so magnificently powerful that I transcended Life itself and I was operating on the most powerful enlightened frequency I have ever felt in my Life. I was connected to God so strongly that I burst in a blinding white light that the Angel had to shield his eyes from. God was now speaking through my body in a raw display of absolute energy, his voice was thunderous and ecstatic “You Still Haven’t Learned Your Lesson…”

My surroundings morphed into a completely different environment. I was now standing within a huge Colosseum packed with thousands of Angels sittings amongst white steps. An insanely large number of Angels were witnessing the events that were about to unfold. I was standing amongst the high ranking supreme Beings passing down judgement upon an Angel with his eyes sunken to the ground in shame at the bottom of the Colosseum. My voice was strong and commanding, “You Have Been Sentenced to Millions of Years in the Lower Dimensions until you learn what it means to be an Angel. You are Forbidden from entering the Higher Realms until you realize your mistakes and understand the Love you were created within!!”

The Angel standing in my apartment started crying out “Stop!! How- How are you doing this? Who are you?! How are you dragging up these memories?!”

This vision continued; I was now working myself up into a God-realized display of anger, passing down judgement directly upon the sorrowful eyes and soul of the disgraced Angel. My voice was booming in a large echo against the magnitude of the Colosseum, “You have become corrupt in your duties and you have become Fallen in nature!!”

Jesus Christ and Ascended Master St. Germain walked into my apartment– one to either side of me– in an entourage of the highest energies a human being could ever embrace. A white blinding burst of Light came out of my body in such a powerful way as God witnessed the corrupt Angel still walking around with misleading intentions. The Light shining forth from my God-self was so overwhelming that the Angel standing before me in my room feel to his knees and started weeping. Never in my life had I ever heard an Angel cry, but this Angel was sobbing all over my floor. Jesus Christ and St. Germain were standing firm in their sudden appearance of God’s honor and authority. We were all grasping on to so much Light that the Angel burst into tears at the sheer recognition of being caught red-handed once again. The guilt was too much to bare against the purity and honesty of God-realized Beings.

The Voice came through my body with a roar of thunder greater than any storm “You Came To This Boy With The Intention Of Misleading Him. You Have Yet To Learn From Your Past Mistakes. You Are Going To Be Staying Down Here For Millions Of Years More!!”

The Angel looked up in surprise. Tears were streaming down his face. The Voice continued “Get out of my sight and don’t ever show your face in front of me again”.

The Angel wept as he slowly rose and starting walking out of my room. Judgement had been passed and this corrupt Angel was going to be staying down here for an inconceivably long period of time until he learned to understand the Love we were capable of harnessing within their body and souls.

The Godly presence then drew its attention upon me and said “You have been relieved of your duties”

I said “What duties?”

It continued “The duties of God-realization. You have achieved enough realization to see you through not only this lifetime, but your next two consecutive lifetimes on Earth until you Ascend.”

I contemplated this powerful message and then asked the presence “Why am I still alive?”

The Voice beamed in the most definite and commanding way “You must live through till the end of your days within every single lifetime you have left. The difference now, is that it is no longer your job to perform any duties. However, you will more than likely still strive up to perform them out of your own sheer will simply because you are there, and you already know that nobody else has the capability of doing what you do.” The presence then began to fade in a numbing sensation of pure bliss. My consciousness began to waver in and out of Life like a T.V channel suddenly encountering interference. Then it was gone.

When it was finished, I was given no more purpose than I had conceded before. I was given nothing more than the finalization of my lessons and the freedom that comes with realization upon any system of reincarnation. The events of the night had come to a dramatic conclusion. The world was no different; only the perception of the beings operating within it. The presence of God was flourishing inside me. I now had authority over Angels. My realization was beyond the need to ask, when I simply drew my attention– they started appearing.

A purposeless drifter without a care in the world, God had both opened and closed a new cycle within that of a single night. The irony of freedom is that once you achieve it, there is very little to draw your attention anywhere other than coming back. I am dealing with the original Masters of their Game. I just can’t win other than to do exactly what they destined for me to do when they willed me into Creation.

We better start getting used to the all the characters down here, because we’re going to see them re-emerge in many fascinating ways– from the Light to the Dark and everything in-between. If you can see through them, then you are no longer one of them– you will have become something more significant than them.

I saw a Fallen Angel tonight; a falling star flashing across my vision in the starry night sky. It drew my attention long enough for God to say hello.

 

There are Beings in this Universe solely created for One purpose; to drive the definition of Bad Ass into its utmost glory. There are creatures so fearsome that they stare into the eyes of Demons and just see another opportunity to express the power of God every single second of their existence. There are factions within the Light who are specifically trained for the absolute worst ethereal wars this Universe has ever seen. They are God’s own solution to the cruel mercy of the Darkness; the breath of Light that leaves Galaxies polarized to the fury of Life itself with nothing more to go on besides the heart of Creation within our souls. Enter the Battle Angels.

As magnificent as they are, you will only ever see Battle Angels under two circumstances; you either find yourself within an immense ethereal war, or you are currently surrounded by Demons. The first time I truly ever met a Battle Angel I satisfied both of the aforementioned criteria outright. I didn’t know whether to feel pleased about finding Light within Creation, or seriously worried that my circumstances were attracting such a creature into my presence in the first place.

I was sitting within a beautiful cafe that would of made any royal palace look dull in comparison to its sheer richness of tapestry and stunning decor that even the Greek Gods would flush in jealousy at what mankind was creating for the simple enjoyment for the brew of coffee beans. As the barista jetted steam to fluff up the milk for my cappuccino, I was relaxing upon luxurious wooden chairs adorned by the fresh pastel colors of corals and vibrant fauna captured in exotic displays of materials creating my garden bed of cushions. Crystal clear waters outside the window were soaking up the nostalgia of the purple sunset and giving the entire room a deep auric glow of nostalgia. The waiters were dressed in elegant white shirts with black vests, holding up silver trays full of the white china that became part of our rich coffee experience. Men in black suits with bow-ties were leading women in long ballroom dresses in the intricate golden marble foyer serving as the entrance to the Garden of Eden I was currently lounging within. A pianist was off in his own world, time had slowed down, and the bed of soft color I was sitting upon was slowly drifting me into another world. I had been fighting for years, my mind exhausted at my own thoughts, my body tired with the reality of death every single night of the week. There were Demons walking around the corridors sprawled throughout my paradise; even the Garden of Eden had snakes. I could feel them talking in the background of my subconscious mind. Not even the fruits of God could capture my attention long enough for me to decide Life was worth noting.

The sun was slowly swallowed by the horizon, and I found myself sitting within the dark as the waiters scurried to turn on the ceiling lights. Aqua and soft blue glows started appearing in the forestry of finely carved vines and leaves growing upon the ceiling. A statuesque face was staring down upon me; the plaster of its face contrasted by the shadows this creature implanted upon the fine workmanship around it. The cool night had turned my once colorful paradise into a haunted forest against the stone corridors of women in white flowing dresses floating around like trailing ghosts deceived by the Earth to keep on living here. The black of the waiter’s vests now meant that I could only see their white sleeves flashing in the dark every single time they flew past me with a tray full of empty bones and cups. In an instant, I was deep within the confines of another world where its patrons preferred the taste of hard liquor and exotic cocktails to numb their senses to the magic of the night. The Demons were creeping closer and closer, they were now staring at me in the darkness. Their eyes fixated upon my mind; a doorway into the hybrid world of both the physical and the spiritual. I picked up my cup of coffee and took another sip at its warming sweetness. I always hated the bitterness of coffee and instead opted to drown it in sweetener until I was drinking a tiramisu dessert.

Suddenly a burst of energy started rippling through the walls. Reality became distorted by the sheer power of the Light making an entrance into our world. My vision was shrouded by the fog of the depths of the forest floor. That’s when I felt it come in. The presence caught the Demons off-guard and scared them back to the outer walls of my dark paradise. They were not allowed to come any closer. The Being walked around the back of my chair and through the couches like a phantom. I silently watched it making its way through the aristocratic crowd like a glowing masterpiece of Creation awakened. It stopped briefly to stare out the giant windows overlooking the oasis of palm trees with patrons trying to drink their fresh perspective back into reality or become lost in the dark. The next second the Being suddenly spread its wings in a powerful display of Angelic beauty. Then it kept walking until it came full circle directly beside me. It was staring directly into the heart of my soul.

I said to it “Who have you come for?”

The Angel’s eyes never left me when it said, “I have come for you…”

My body was prickling with energy, goosebumps were shivering along my skin. This thing was extremely powerful. I said, “You don’t look like a regular Angel”. A completely white suit of armor with a solid helmet made it look like some kind of Knight of God more so than a ball of purity and love that most Angels seemed to appear.

He never lifted his gaze as he said “I am a Battle Angel.”

A wave of energy had settled upon my body and was now vibrating me into a state of frenzy with extraordinary amounts of raw power trying to process back into a state of normalcy. My mind rushed with activity until I asked the question “Why have you come to me?”

The Battle Angel smiled as he said “I have come to represent the Light. I have come to act as a medium for the people you are currently scaring away with your ethereal wars.”

This Battle Angel was illuminating the entire room with a brilliance of Light more beautiful than anything I had seen. I became humbled and especially warmed by the fact that this Being simply walked into my presence at this exact moment of time, its loving energy was caressing me back into my garden of pastel corals and flowers. The aura this thing was emanating was so powerful that it was giving life to Creation like some kind of personal representative of God. I said to him, “What is your name?”

The Battle Angel responded, “I don’t have a name. To maintain a name would be to simply distinguish myself with the non-realization of the fact that we are not all indeed the same presence of God living in Creation interacting with ourselves.”

I started sipping my liquid tiramisu contemplating what the Battle Angel had to say. I had heard this same spiel from Grandmasters worthy of being Creators themselves. I was wondering how this Angel achieved such a high level of God-self realization. I settled on the fact that he was simply created this way. Only then did I notice that this Angel had long flowing streams of platinum-silver energy blanketing him. The last time I saw something like that, I was talking to– I put the coffee down and mentioned to him “Your trails of silver energy; they indicate that you have taken aboard aspects of Neutrality, which if I might say, is exceptionally rare for Angels. If you really don’t mind becoming friends with this hybrid Master; welcome to the Club.

The Battle Angel commented, “Not Bad. I think I’m going to thoroughly enjoy this”.

I leaned back in my chair staring deep into the heart of his soul. Thoroughly interesting indeed.

 

Angels are some of the most absolutely loved Beings in the Universe due to their incredible purity and ability to help others no matter where they are. I have personally come across hundreds of Angels in my life; a great majority of which that I have summoned through Angelic rituals that I learned from a  very young age. People don’t ordinarily see them in everyday life because they are quite hard to initially pick up on due to their incredible purity. Angels don’t experience any volatile emotions or exhibit any lower vibratory frequencies for our human body senses to pick up on. I have never come across an Angel that has ever felt ‘wrong’ or somehow harbored ill intentions, it would be nearly impossible to find an Angel demonstrating Dark qualities, and if I ever did, I immediately knew I was not speaking with a true Angel. Angels hanging around human Beings suggest purity of the soul they are helping. Angels enjoy the presence of Beings that resonate with their own energies, almost like creatures from the other side coming through to play with the innocence of souls that demonstrate their own.

 
What are Angels?
 

Angels are extremely loving essences of energy who are created within the Light, to form part of the Light, and to serve the Light for the duration of their existences within the Universe. Angels may look and act like human beings, however their true nature almost always resembles incredibly powerful balls of light that emanate very loving energies. They are created within the 4th Dimension but they are not confined to it, they can move up and down as they please. Their natural tongue is not in English, nor do they normally use words to communicate with each other. The Angelic tongue is like a song where they hold particular sounds in a symphony that convey thoughts and various meanings to each other. It took me a while to figure out this was the method they were communicating with each other, and it also suggests why some Angels don’t ave names; just songs of love and joy.

I started hearing Angels around me before I started seeing them. I naturally developed a subtle level of clairaudience (ability to hear ethereal Beings) before my clairvoyance (ability to see visions and ethereal Beings) came into fruition. So to say my childhood was a scary place, hearing voices seemingly coming from nowhere, is an understatement. The first time I ever saw an Angel I nearly fell off my chair. Incredible streams of powerful light were emanating in front of me, warming me up in a welcoming blanket of Love. I felt at One with them and I could feel how much goodness and kindness these Beings were emanating. Truly amazing Beings. People sometimes ask my why I believe in the spiritual world and it because of experiences like these I will never be able to forget the job I am doing here on Earth. I could never leave this behind, not anymore.

 

 
What are Guardian Angels?
 

Guardian Angels are similar to normal Angels, however they have been commissioned into protecting and advising certain souls within the Universe to help them achieve their self-realization. Archangel Raphael is the one in charge of pairing Guardian Angels up with designated souls. It is not uncommon for Guardian Angels to have multiple developing souls going through life, as it is quite rare for a developing soul within the 3rd Dimension to suddenly start calling upon them in the first place. Guardian Angels bounce around, fading in and out of our reality like unseen Guardians watching our lives unfold. Guardian Angels can be contacted in the same way we commune with our Spirit Guides, I have described a very effective method in my book World of Archangels.

Guardian Angels watch over their designated souls in hopes for that soul to one day start achieving realization enough to understand the nature of their existence in the physical plane. 4th/5th Dimensional Beings are much more aware of their Guardian Angels– the irony being that those realized Beings no longer need their Guardian Angel’s influence once they have progressed high enough. It is a very silent journey for a Guardian Angel, most their communications moving through intuitive thoughts and feelings. Though they may be silent Guardians, I have witnessed how animated they may become when they move to protect us from negative Beings.

 
Do Angels have wings?
 

When I first started calling Angels through my summoning rituals I was noticing what looked like to be transparent Beings who were standing around in the ethereal realm. The thousands of depictions of Angels with wings across multiple cultures, most predominantly Italian art and sculptures, made me second guess myself as to what exactly I was seeing considering the Beings I was staring at didn’t have any wings. My first encounter with an Angel further added to the complexity when it really looked more human than I would have expected. What I have come to realize is that most Angels are able to portray the way they look to us in our minds depending on how they want to come across. Since Angel wings are recognizable, they appear with wings in order to establish that they are in fact Angels. Those who come across as white transparent Beings or balls of powerful white light are maintaining visual purity over their true essence. So in some respects, yes Angels do have wings, but in another strain of thought– only because we need them to.

 

 
Can Angels Reincarnate?
 

God, a lot of people want to believe they were an Angel in their previous life, most people dream of this possibility. As amazing as it may sound there are a few things I need to go over. Firstly Angels exist out of the system of reincarnation as complete Beings from the moment of their inception into the 4th Dimension. Human souls have however been Ascending since the 1st Dimension, and will continue Ascending past the 3rd Dimension and into the 12th Dimension to become Creators. Human souls are going through an important realization process conducted through what we know as dimensional evolvement. Angels have not been progressing through the Universe since the 1st Dimension, they were created perfect and they remain perfected throughout time. Angels do not need the experience of the 3rd Dimension, they already exist in a much more Enlightened state next to God. This does not however explain those who may want to reincarnate simply for the pleasure of enjoying life…

The movie City of Angels starring Nicolas Cage and Meg Ryan opened a doorway within our consciousness into the possibility of Angels deciding to incarnate for Love. Angels exist in a state of Unconditional Love much more encompassing and powerful than anything we could feel within our limited body, yet the question still lingers about the possibility of Angels expressing their Love for us on such a degree that they would incarnate with us. I have to firstly say that it would be particularly rare for an Angel to “fall” into our system of reincarnation. It is indeed possible for an Angel to incarnate, there do exist back doors into Life that very few Beings know of. However, the rarity of this event would rule out most people’s claims of their supposedly Angelic past. For an Angel to actually decide to incarnate, they would have to re-enter through the 1st Dimension. Meaning there would be a entire host of past lives here on Earth clouding those past Angelic feelings and memories from the time when they were indeed an Angel. Sometimes we pick up on lives within the past where our souls resembled Angelic Beings from the purity of the lives we lived. From this standpoint, we would almost never really know.

 

 

I want to believe in the innocence of our souls, I want to believe we have the possibility of Angelic lineage– that we are somehow making our way down here for something as half-brained, as incredibly foolish and as unimaginably magnificent in every possible way as Love. Yet every single time I want to believe, the world drags this away from me in its utmost capability of ruining our dreams. Even if we weren’t Angels in our past lives, it doesn’t explain why we are still dropping ourselves down into Life from the realm of Creators that we once existed within. If something as high up as a Creator makes the decision to enter Creation, surely an Angel could very well come to the exact same conclusion. We may very well live in the most romantic world ever created, filled with powerful ideals for the simple bond of love with another. Angels could simply be giving us hope to never let go of what we initially came here for.

 

This is the story of how I met Heaven’s Gatekeeper. If you have seen my youtube video then you will have heard that the front cover of my book World of Archangels is actually an illustration of one of the most powerful inter-life Gatekeepers known to mankind. It was of no coincidence that I managed to stumble across Heaven’s Gatekeeper whilst creating my image; I don’t believe in chance encounters, but I have yet to figure out why I was made to meet him whilst still in a human body. If anything, it was just an extremely interesting encounter.

You may be interested in hearing exactly what happened when I got up there. This story is going to make you want to believe in Heaven, I certainly did by the time I had finished, not because it presents undeniable evidence of the ethereal world; more so because when we pass over we end up “somewhere”. That somewhere could be nothingness, that somewhere could be Hell. It is just a smart decision to support something that has a uniquely beneficial impact upon the afterlife.

I had just finalized my front cover with my illustrator, my eyes were sore and red from staring at my computer screen for hours on end trying to get the image right. If I wanted my book to be a success I knew I needed to absolutely nail the look of the front cover. My intuition would either agree or completely disagree with a certain change made to the image. It was such a relief when I finally looked at the final product and thought to myself, “This image is something worthy of being on the front cover of the spiritual world”.

My mind was slipping into a state of mediation as I sat there on my couch contemplating what I had to do next for my book, when something said to me out of nowhere “Mediate on the book cover.” My eyes snapped open at the sudden voice sounding out in my living room, it suddenly repeated the exact same phrase once again, “Mediate on the book cover.”

I got up and walked over to where I had a print-out of my book cover and sat in front of it. The Angel’s hollow white eyes were staring back at me. Shivers were rippling up my arms and legs and I knew this was going to be good.

As my mind delved heavily into the image, I thought to myself that this must have been the first time I have ever worked backwards from an image to the Being. I almost always find the Being first, and only then start formulating mental constructs afterwards. I suddenly felt a rush of energy, my body was raising in vibration in order to take me to the source of the image. Golden energies were swirling past my mind faster and faster, until just as suddenly it stopped. I was standing amongst a crowd of souls next to white wall of energy over to my right, I could hear people talking and chatting away and I could hear somebody with a definitively raised voice clearly louder than the rest of the crowd.

I started walking through the crowd towards the powerful voice, people were standing everywhere. I then looked upwards and witnessed an Angel larger than any one of the giant statues of Pharaohs in Egypt. This powerful Angel was a colossal beast compared to the souls standing around me. His large muscular body was adorned with a tunic and statuesque Angel wings curled around him. He sounded like one of those preachers shouting above the crowd on the street trying to convince the passerbys of the apparent glory of God.

Souls were drifting into a white tunnel of energy behind the Angel, entering what looked to be another Dimension of existence. As I stood there witnessing what was happening, I realized these souls were entering the doorway into Heaven. I was standing at Heaven’s Gate. My eyes caught a particular black soul with long straggly black hair suddenly running towards the doorway. What looked to be an insidious old woman with a dark past was trying to hide amongst the more purer souls for a chance of gaining entrance. The Angel suddenly cut off talking as he noticed the insidious black energy trying to sneak its way in. His eyes glowing powerful golden-cream energy as he contemplated every single thing about this woman’s life. He pulled a bright golden whip out from behind him, swung it out and cracked down on the woman’s soul with such lightning force that it sounded like thunder had just erupted on the spot. Her soul was furiously cracked downwards towards a fiery Hellish realm. In that incredible moment, I knew the Angel standing before me was Heaven’s Gatekeeper. Nobody was about to sneak into Heaven on his watch. He would sooner sentence them to Hell than allow his realm a brief impurity.

Just as if nothing had happened, Heaven’s Gatekeeper put his whip away and started calling out above the crowds once more. He was quoting verses of the Bible, talking about forgiving sins, something about Jesus Christ, when I walked up to him and said “Excuse me” as I tried to get his attention. It was so surreal looking at this spitting image of the Being I had illustrated, actually talking and interacting with people up there.

He stopped talking and looked down upon me, and said “Hello!”

I replied back to him, “Hi”

He said to me “It’s not every day I see a human boy walking around up here. More surprising is your ability to actually commune with me. That is quite rare indeed. How is it that you were able to see me, let alone even talk to me?”

I couldn’t help but just smile at his presence; I was interacting with Heaven’s Gatekeeper! I said to him, “Do you know I have an image of you?”

The powerful Angel’s eyes concentrated down into me, his mind moving over my entire Life. The last time I felt that happen it was the first time I met Archangel Raphael. Finally he said to me in his powerful voice, “How exactly did you come into possession of this image?”

I was just beaming with amusement by this point, “I created it! I got an illustrator to basically create exactly what was in my mind. I used my intuition to naturally guide me to something I was truly happy with. When I tuned into it, I found out it was you. The reason why I came up here was to get your permission to actually use it.”

Heaven’s Gatekeeper looked at me very inquisitively and then said, “Can you show me the image?”

I said, “Sure, it’s on the table in front of my body.”

The Angel fragmented himself to create an ethereal double who could walk into my 3rd Dimensional living room. His body-double decreased its energy until I noticed it entering my apartment. A big smile spread upon his face as he said, “This is actually pretty good!”

As I stood there and compared the Heaven’s Gatekeeper with my illustrated image, I noted that the only difference between the two would be the fact that the real Heaven’s Gatekeeper had golden-cream colored skin and energy against a sea of pure white, while my illustration portrayed a white Angel with multiple bright colors on a black background. Relatively minor differences; it’s just amazing how I managed to get all the other things right.

After a while he said, “You have my permission to use this image.”

Those were the very words I came for, and I knew I could now safely use the image without running into too much trouble. This Angel was not somebody I wanted to fall on the wrong side of the fence with. I thanked him for the privilege of meeting him and said “I hope to see you again one day.”

The Angel started laughing as he said, “Hopefully not anytime soon!” Only those who had passed on to the other side generally found themselves in his presence. As his departing words, he said to me “It was a pleasure meeting you young Master.” Something that would take me months later to fully realize, at this point in time I was not yet initiated by the other Masters.

As the fleeting energy began to swirl me out of my ethereal encounter, I could hear the Angel starting to preach the word of God once again. His voice thundering in the background of Heaven as I opened my eyes to my living room. My mind was still wrapping itself around what just happened. I had just met the Angel who controlled our entrance into Heaven, more importantly; I actually had an image of him sitting on the front cover of my book!  World of Archangels is a doorway to the spiritual world; it needed an powerful Gatekeeper on its front with a face that people with extraordinary spiritual backgrounds could recognize straight away.  In the same way that I knew when the image had been finished, the base nature of your intuition will either recognize his face or not. A true spiritual appeal directly to our souls, the more I thought about it the more I loved having Heaven’s Gatekeeper on the front cover of my book.

This is the type of planning that went into my book World of Archangels.