I had an Angel at the time, which means I would see a female face floating in the air and she would speak to me, give me directions, tell me what to say, etc.. The Holy Spirit had contacted Army personnel, and had them send for a certain British Special Air Service soldier. Anyhow, that's how the Special Air Service (SAS) was picked. He was handpicked by a Holy Spirit. A guy in the British camo army uniform showed up at our door. I was standing there with my mom. He goofily said "I'm the SAS" and I think he did something else, and the Angel said more or less that's not him. I said out loud, "That's not him". Another soldier in the British camo uniform walked up to the door and I'll tell the roundabout of what happened. I believe as soon as he walked up to the door the Angel said that's him. I said out loud, "That's him". The Angel had me say more or less, "He has to do his thing". Brian, the SAS soldier, said goofily also "I'm the SAS". The Angel had me say "That's not it, he has to do his thing". I may have said it again after he did something else. So, he eventually started moving around the yard from spot to spot while shaking his fists. He was shaking his head saying "No", at every spot he moved to. He started moving faster and faster to each spot, shaking his fists faster. Eventually he stopped at one spot (I guess when he was really feeling it), and shouted "I'm the f--king SAS". He then walked to the front door, and the Angel had me say "You're a retard". Brian said "Don't say that again". The Angel told me to say it again, so again I said "You're a retard". Brian said "He has an Angel" to my mom.
I don't remember too much right after that, except he came inside eventually. He had a duffel bag with some army clothes in it. I remember we seemed to hit it off and get along thanks to the Angel. I don't remember too much about the first time he stayed at the house. At one point or another my mom was telling him he could stay in my room because there were two beds, and I said "He can sleep in my bed". My mom was trying to say no, and Brian said basically he'll sleep in my bed with me. This was after we hit it off I guess. He was a nice guy, extremely nice. So, he wound up sleeping in my bed with me. I was around 4. There was a 7 Eleven around the corner and I remember taking walks up to the store with him. I don't think many people in the USA knew what that SAS and Who Dares Wins patches were on his British uniform.
I don't remember the frequency of his visits, though I do remember this guy took leave time to fly to the USA many times. I was so happy when he visited I'd take off running out the front door when I saw him walking to our house. I was so happy to see him, I guess because he was such a nice likeable guy. Eventually my mom cut that off, she made me stand at the door and stopped me from bolting out the door to go hug him. He eventually brought me a football and we'd throw football in the yard. For some reason my mom wouldn't let him give me the football. She just wouldn't. It was a full sized NFL leather football.
He wound up flying me to the United Kingdom and an Arabic country. I remember at an airport a young lady who was working the entrance to the planes roped off the immediate area and it was only me, her, and Brian (in his SAS Who Dares Wins camo uniform) standing there behind the ropes. People may have been asking about the roped off area which was right where the door was to go down the long hallway to board the plane. I think he had told the young lady I had an Angel and he was going to die while in service. Those Powers That Be (Spirits and Angels) had made it known that he was going to die while in service with the Special Air Service. I remember the young lady asked me where my Angel was, and I started looking around. I saw the glowing dust (the Angel) off to my right. It started moving to the left and went behind the young lady overtop of her head. Brian said "She's behind you" to the young lady. The lady held up her finger at Brian as if to say "Hold on". The glowing dust moved downward and got narrower. My eyes followed it, and my eyes went down, started crossing, and I blinked and moved my head back when my eyes met the lady's eyes. I guess it may have been cute? Anyhow, the Angel set it up. I remember Brian was smiling when it happened, and he may have nodded his head "yes". That's a one of a kind memory right there.
In the United Kingdom, Brian took me to a children's hostel, which is sort of a holding place for children. It wasn't a pleasant place. I don't remember what he told the woman who was working. He may have told her I have an Angel and I was seeing a Spirit. He probably told her something to that nature. She took us into a room that had several doorways that led to other parts of the building. I stood in front of a counter. She started opening up some sort of medical box or kit. My Angel told me to tell another woman who showed up to "stay right there" where she was. The Angel told me to tell Brian to sit in a chair that was against a wall. While the one woman was fooling with the medical kit, all of a sudden something slammed her onto the floor in a split second. Brian ducked down in his chair and shouted "Awe f--k me man!", and remained slouched in the chair as something was obviously in the room. He eventually got up out of the chair and started laughing and said some phrases. The men orderlies heard his from while he was in the chair. They came into the room and grabbed him by his arms. He started saying more or less "Take your f--king hands off me, I'm the SAS". The Angel told me to walk into Brian's stomach. I did, and an unseen force rendered the 2 male orderlies unconscious. Of course Brian started laughing at them and said a few phrases. He walked me out of the hostel while he spoke to the one woman who stood in the doorway watching. She was the one whom I told "Stay right there". I remember she nodded her head "yes" when I told her.
While we were in the hostel the Angel said something about using the children's fists. I don't remember if they went around looking at some fists of children for blood or anything. The Angel had me tell the woman to open a door to a room that housed a young girl. I remember it was so the girl got an Angel. I think that's how it went. The door to the little girls room was opened, and supposedly she was going to get an Angel. Angels are good, people should listen to an Angel if they ever get one. They have divine intentions if I may say it that way.
The woman who stood in the doorway during the Angel attack flew back to the USA with Brian and I. She wanted to see my mother. I believe she told my mother the greater powers were using me for something. I want to say they told my mother the lady who was slammed by the Angel was deceased. I'm 99.9 percent sure this is what she said. Of course my mother being the wife of a Baptist minister, she teared up and basically told herself (more or less) "It's ok, that was an order from God carried out by the Angel". My viewpoint on that is slightly different. The Angel and the Spirit sort of work hand in hand. As for myself, I do not believe Angels carry out orders from God. My belief is humans can be sarcastic and carry one, and those Spirits and Angels can carry on far better than we can. It seems they work to accommodate hardcore human nature. In other words they sort of work to satisfy the right group of people and work to satisfy a certain group of people's human nature. For instance, the churchgoers are extremely pleased with a man and woman if they don't curse and wait until marriage to have sex. A man and woman who do this please and satisfy the religious churchgoers. The Spirits and Angels come around in a persons life to create balance in a sense, balance in a persons life in relation to society and people. That is my belief to an extent.
On another flight to a Mideastern country, Mykel Hawke and some other agent accompanied us. This was an ordeal setup by the Spirit and Angel/Angels. We wound up on the streets of a Mideastern country. 2 men were shooting at each other from building to building, and they were shooting across the street. Brian started carrying me down the street. I remember we said a few statements to each other. I started hearing music. I think he asked me if I was scared, and I said no. I asked him if he was scared, and he said "yea". I told him "I hear music", and he said something and started laughing. My Angel then told me I wasn't going to be awake for this. So when Brian was laughing, I was made to fall asleep. I was literally out of it, asleep. I don't remember exactly what happened. For some reason I somehow saw Mykel Hawke run out in the street to pick me up. He was beside one of the buildings. Apparently one of the guys shooting shot Brian in the head and he fell down and dropped me. That's when I'm 99.9 percent sure Hawke ran out and picked me up and got me out of there. I was asleep during all of this. I'm 99.9 percent sure the Agent (or whoever it was) unloaded an automatic machine gun into the ground after Hawke picked me up.
The purpose of this was to stop the fighting I think. Later on it was explained to me that 10,000 Angels were about to come down to earth if one of those men in the buildings took a shot with their rifles. If one of them had shot, they would have been the first one to become deceased by means of an Angel. Everyone sort of met at the end of the street and Mykel Hawke was told to get me out of there. I'm 99.9 percent sure one of the Mideastern policemen was there. Hawke took me to the Airport and got me on the first flight to the USA. Hawke is the one who brought me to the front door at my mom's house back in the USA. after that (I don't remember the time lapse), Brian and the Lt. Col. showed up. Brian's head was bandaged. Brian and I wound up sitting on the front curb with some people in the street. They wouldn't speak to Brian since he did that. I kept making comments to him regarding being shot in the head, and he kept looking to the left and shaking his head "no". I kept making comments, and remember this thoroughly, he finally busted out laughing. That was the Brian I knew, that excellent laugh out loud he had.
Of course his visits had to stop. Of course the Spirit wiped my memory clean and I had no idea who Brian was. The last time I saw him (and the last time I would EVER see him) was after I had my memory erased by the Spirit. He flew all the way to the USA again and stood in the street talking to a man. I don;t know who the man was, I just remember watching them while I was standing at our front door. He found out what all had happened with me. He found out about me being hanged and handing in Osama Bin Laden, Saddam Hussein, and the moonshiner. He may have found out about the upcoming World trade Center tragedy and my leaking heart valve. I think he found out about other things that happened also. So the last time I would ever see him alive, I didn't even know who he was. He's missed. He was a super nice guy who cared. He went so far out of his way for me. A Hero...............................There's no going to see him though, and being able to say "I got to remember everything, everything down to you "distilling spirits" in the front yard while I sat on the porch". There's only a tombstone or grave marker to go see one day. That's all. There's also a Holy Spirit drawing of him I'm sure. Someone that was here, they cared, and they gave their life for the cause of other people. Then they're gone. I sometimes think how cool it would be to actually be able to see him again, after all these years and I got to remember him and the crazy stuff that happened, like me falling asleep while he was laughing and carrying me into gunfire. We go thru our lives and only hear about people like this on the news. There's alot of them we don't hear about, especially if they were doing something "secret". Life's baffling sometimes. Not all Heros are disclosed to the public, and I think the public really wants to ignore the "Heros" of life so their own happy little lives are not interrupted.
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