An Archangel Brings A Message

I penned this in a journal on Sept 5, 2021, one day after it happened. It took me as long to write as it did to live (about 4 hours) as I re-lived the experience in the writing. And so it begins…

An angel came to visit me last night, Michael I think.¹ We- my husband and I- were at my best friends wedding in PA. We did a weekend trip up, which meant 20 hours in the car for one day with Dave. But it was worth it- he won’t be with us much longer, and I’m so grateful I got to see him one last time. It was a beautiful wedding; small, intimate- 100 people in a cafe, with the wedding and reception in the same place. We went to see Dave at his house in the afternoon, to hang out for a bit before the event. We got to the wedding a little early- about 4:15 for a 5pm ceremony. Open bar, so why not, right? Mic had a few too many martinis early on. So I laid off- whichever one of us gets drunk first does not drive. We met some cool people, especially Brian with the blue hair and his partner Bryan. They both loved Mic- he pretends to be anti-social, but when he wants to be- and he’s got his Irish up- he can charm anyone.

The ceremony was beautiful and unique to them; just perfect. Dinner was great, the music was fabulous and the dancing just got started. Then it got weird. I came in from the outside patio (in time for cake!) and sat down next to Mic. His watch dinged. He looked at it- a text message- and said “You know that number I told you to remember?” “Which one? There are lots of numbers… 666; 500,000,000; 70%…” I said. “47.1. It just came out.” The audit numbers. [Side note- I haven’t yet seen it made public- and I’ve been looking- but I did see that AZ got the report and a judge ordered it’s release for Monday- tomorrow, 9/6/21, as I write this.] Then his watch dinged again. He looked at it and went white. And sober. “We’ve got to go” he said. “What do you mean we’ve got to go? It’s my best friend’s wedding. We drove 10+ hours for this. WTF? What’s going on?” “I just got a message we’re not safe in PA. Who knows we’re here?” he asked. Now I was sober. But calm. I don’t lose my shit under pressure. “Just my parents, my boss, the kids. I don’t think we said it on the podcast. Just that we were traveling.” “I don’t think so either” he said. “Eat your cake and say your goodbyes. I’ll meet you out back.” So I did. I told Dave we had to go and if anyone asked about us, we were never there. Grabbed up our name placeholders from the table, saw Brian with the blue hair on the way out the front door and called Mic.

Actually, I texted him first but he didn’t respond right away, so I called him. “Where are you?” “By the truck” he said. About a block away. I hustled down the street- not the best neighborhood, but I’m quick in heels- and got in the truck. Mic was in the drivers seat. “Want me to drive?” I asked. “Absolutely not.” And then he proceeded to utilize all his training in driving, tracking and evasion to get us back to the hotel. Side streets, constantly watching the rear view mirror, even pulled a fast U turn in the middle of a main road. Drove up the road to the hotel with his lights off and backed into a parking space across from the side door. Which happened to be the door to the hall where our room was located- convenient. There was a drunk guy standing by the door. He seemed very obviously drunk- almost too obvious. He just stood there for a while leaning against the wall, sometimes swaying down as he was smoking something- a cigarette? a joint? Not sure. Then he walked toward the truck, circling around towards my side. Mic thought he was going to get a look at the plate, but then he turned away and went towards the dumpster and tossed something on the ground. Probably whatever he’d been smoking. Then he walked around the corner of the building towards the pool. At the same time a car pulled in- a minivan with round headlights and a roof rack- the same car Mic thought had been following us earlier. But they pulled into a spot in front of the side door. A man, a woman and a teenager got out with their bags. Mic was full of paranoia. “If they don’t all walk around front- if one of them stays back- we’re leaving everything in the room and going home.”

“We are not! The computer is in there, my tablet, our clothes. I’ll go get it” I said. “No” he said. “I didn’t get the message until you went outside by yourself. They’re not after me. They’re after you. Come on. We’ll go together. Pack our stuff and get out of Pennsylvania.” “Okay” I said, and we got to our room without incident. I immediately started packing up- we didn’t have much- and changed out of my party dress. Then Mic said “If they’re watching us and we leave right now, they’ll get us easily. Let’s get a few hours of sleep and leave first thing- more traffic to blend with.”

“I think that’s a good idea” I said. “You drove all day yesterday and had a lot to drink tonight. We could use some sleep. But I’m glad you gave me some before we left!” “Oh, I promised you more tonight and I’m going to keep that promise” he said, standing in front of the door, holding his gun. Listening for sounds in the hallway. I laughed. “How are you going to fuck me while you’re watching the door?” I asked. He turned around and threw his gun on the bed and stripped off his clothes, hanging his jacket carefully on the hangar. He looked at the pins on it for a minute, studying them. Then he stalked- naked- back to the door and listened again. “Bring me my gun” he whispered. I complied, holding it like he’d taught me and handing it to him. He listened for another second and then waved me over toward the bed. “Get over there” he whispered, still listening to voices and noises. Then he turned back toward me and looked at me. I’ve never seen that look in his eyes before, and I’ve known him for 30 years, since we were both children. He looked like a caged animal. It was scary and compelling at the same time.

He put his gun down on the nightstand and said “Now I’m going to make love to you.” A flat statement, but still compelling. I bent over the bed. “No, come up here” he said. “How are you going to watch the door from there?” I asked. “You’ll see. Come and lay down.” I crawled up the bed to him and laid down; he went straight to work eating me out, one eye on the door. Then I pulled him up and he rolled over and pulled me on top of him and I returned the favor. He acted like it was the first time I’d ever done it, and at first suck he tried to stop me because he was so distracted, but I prevailed and he gave up. I sucked him for a few minutes - he was ecstatic. Then I crawled up him again and straddled him.

“I’ll always protect you” he said. “That’s why I’m here.” “I know” I said. “That’s why you’re still here. To protect me and our children.”

“They’re not my children” he said.

“I’m sorry, what?! Of course they’re you’re kids.” I stopped moving, straddling him, as he was inside me. “Liam looks just like you.”

“In whose eyes?” He asked. “In your eyes” he said. “In everyone’s eyes!” I said. “In your eyes” he repeated. “Have you never been with another man?” (This was a very odd question coming from my husband. We grew up together but I’d had plenty of boyfriends. I was living with someone else when he stole me away! And I’d had an affair years ago when he and I were separated. He knew all of that.)

“Not around the time I was getting pregnant” I said. I couldn’t lie to him. Never could, although sometimes I tried. Never worked.

“They’re not my kids.” He said again. And I looked at him, and I knew it was not my husband in there. It was someone else. “Who are you?” I asked. “I can’t tell you that. If I reveal myself it will bring death, famine, plague and war” he said. “Aren’t we already there?” I asked. The world has been fucked for a while, and it’s not getting any better. “Not yet” he said, and frowned. “Soon, but not yet.” He pulled me down to hold me and I buried my face in his neck. “Is that why I haven’t been able to call you by your real name all night?” I asked.

“Yes. I am not he” he said. “Where is my husband?” I asked. “Dead” he said. “No he’s not” I said. “I can still feel his energy.” “He died a long time ago” he said. “No he didn’t. I brought him back and I’m keeping him with me. He’s still here. He didn’t die a long time ago. Liam is proof of that” I said.

“You need to listen more” he said. “I listen all the time!” I exclaimed. “You need to listen more” he repeated. “God has been trying to reach you” he said. “I listen all the time. That’s why I sit outside” I said. “You hear but you don’t listen” he said. Then he rolled me over and started pounding into me. I reached down to touch myself and he grabbed my arms and pushed them above my head, hard. I still have bruises today, but it was a turn on then. Then he let go of my wrists and put his hand on my belly, still thrusting into me.

“Know this… your children are not mine, but no matter what happens, this one will be mine.” And then he came, throwing his head back. I came too- it was powerful. He pulled out of me and rolled to his side, pulling me close. “Why are you shivering?” he asked. “Well I’m a little cold and I’m a little freaked out” I answered. “Why are you calm now?” I asked. “We’re protected now” he said. “You have a guardian angel, and God is all around us.”

“I know about my angel” I said. “It’s why I was never seriously injured in all my car accidents. But I’ve felt stalked all my life.” “You chose to be here” he said. “I know. I know I chose to be here in this time, that I have a purpose, but I don’t know what it is!”

“You need to listen more. And try harder.”

“Ugh!” I was frustrated, so I went quiet for a minute while I calmed down.

“I want a daughter” I said. “You can’t have one” he said. “You’re to have the Son of Man.” “No” I said. “I’m too old.” “That’s what Mary said” he responded. “I don’t want that for my boys. They shouldn’t have to go through that.” “They chose to be here too, in this time, for their own purpose. You need to listen more. You don’t believe” he said.

I knew he was right. My boys have special gifts, and a special relationship with God. But I still felt driven to protect them. “ I shouldn’t have cut my hair” I said. “Yes you should have” he said. “Do you know about the Chime? And the 1.3.0? And Makarra?” I asked. [I had learned these things from my research into the Vril, and I knew Mic knew nothing about them.] “Of course I do!” He was angry all of a sudden. When before he was calm. “What do you know about them?” He demanded, jumping out of the bed and glaring at me. He was menacing and magnificent all at the same time. “I’ve been in contact with the 1.3.0” I said. “Do you want to call him?” I asked, throwing anger back at him. He might be menacing, but I have no fear of him. He would lay down his life for me. I’ve always known that. “Yes- call him” he challenged. “Well, I’ve got his phone number but I’ve never spoken with him, only emailed. And it’s pretty late…” I prevaricated. He let it go and stalked around the room, stopping in front of the bed.

“I’m getting messages from God and Jesus” he said. “Text messages? What service do they use? Verizon? AT&T?” “Horizon” he said, and I laughed.

“ Is this because of Maria?” I asked? I was still stuck on the Vril, and I had recently discovered my ancestor Maria Orsic, whom I look just like. And I don’t believe in coincidence, never have.

“That’s not the bloodline I’m here to protect” he said. “I’m Catholic! I protect the blood of St. Clair!” He shouted. “ I know I’m descended from Jesus and Mary” I said. “You don’t understand what that means” he said. “I’m the dragon?” I asked - I remembered my Revelations and I knew I was not the dragon, but I didn’t want to accept what he was telling me. “No!” he yelled. “You fight the dragon! You have 10 years, from today! Sept 4!” Then he walked back over toward the door. He stood in front of the mirror, looking at himself. I looked too. He has a supremely excellent ass. “Few women marry a true warrior” he said. “You can’t see my wings, but they’re there.” Then he looked at me sitting in the bed and said “You’re shivering again.”

I got up to put some clothes on but he grabbed them out of my hands and threw them across the room and dragged me back onto the bed. We were both sitting up, my legs straddling his waist, and he grabbed my head in his hands and kissed my forehead firmly. “I loved you, but he loves you” he said. I knew he was talking about Mic. “I knew you before this time” I said. It wasn’t a question. “Yes” he said and laid down, pulling me over to straddle him again, but he was soft. “ What does this body always do around you?” he asked. “Get hard” I said. “I have more control” he said. “He can’t feel his right leg. He’s really fucked up” he said. “I know” I said. “He’s been that way a long time. I told you I’ve kept him here” I said. “His purpose is not yet fulfilled” he said. “Trust him. He’ll protect you. I cannot stay here” he said.

Then he closed his eyes. All of a sudden his right arm jerked above his head, hard, pulling him onto his side, like something was pulling out of him, and then Mic rolled back over. He wasn’t breathing. I started massaging his chest and smacking his face. “Come back to me” I said. Mic opened his eyes and looked at me, naked and straddling him. There was no recognition. His eyes went wide and scared. “Who the fuck are you?” he said. “Get the fuck off me!” “I’m your wife” I said. "Calm down babe. Come back to me.” Then his eyes closed again, and again he stopped breathing. I started massaging his chest again and blew a few breaths into his mouth. “Come back to me” I said again. His eyes opened again, and this time they recognized me.

“Hey” I said. “Do you know who I am?” I asked. “Yeah, um…” It took him a minute. “Vanessa.” “Good. Do you know where we are?” I asked. He looked around at the hotel room. “We’re in DC” he said. “ I just dropped off a prisoner.” [We had taken a trip to DC before we got married, so I knew exactly when he thought we were.] “No babe, we’re in Pennsylvania. We drove up for Dave’s wedding.” He looked blank. “It’s 2021. We’ve been married for 17 years. We have two kids. We do a podcast together where we rail at the government. Biden is pretending to be president.” “Who?” he asked. “Joe Biden. Trump was president before him, that was the shit.” “Who?” he asked again. “Donald Trump” I said.

Then his eyes closed and he stopped breathing again. Back to bringing him back. Chest massage, cheek slapping, finally I yelled “Come back to me!” His eyes opened. “Why am I back?” he asked. It wasn’t Mic. “I don’t know” I said. “Where’s my husband?” “He’s over there” he said, moving his eyes up. “Bring him back!” I said. “All of him! In this time!” I demanded. “His hand is the key” he said, and closed his eyes. I grabbed his hand and Mic came yerking up, drawing a deep breath.

“Hey” I said. “You’re back. What’s the last thing you remember?” “Dancing… no, talking to the Brians on the patio. How’d we get here?” he asked. “It’s a long story” I said. And then he closed his eyes and stopped breathing again. I grabbed his hand right away and he came right back with another deep breath. “Hey” I said again. “What happened?” he asked. “And do you think you can move? You’re kinda crushing my junk.” I was still straddling him. I moved and started to tell him the story. When I got to the part about the warning he said “Let’s check my phone.” There were no messages there - only the text from me asking where he was as we were leaving. Then I told him about me asking about the Chime and the 1.3.0. “What the fuck is that?” he asked. “Just something I discovered in my Vril research” I said.

Then I told him the rest. All of it. “You know you sound bat-shit crazy, right?” “I know” I said. “I couldn’t make this up. And I can’t lie to you - you know that.” “Are you sure you weren’t dreaming?” he asked. “Positive” I said. “We’ve been back here for 3 hours. I never went to sleep.” “Well, what kind of weed were you smoking with Dave? I think it was too much.” “I took one hit and that was hours ago… I’m not high. I’m not drunk. I was not dreaming. I’m telling you what happened” I said.

“So you’re telling me that I was possessed by the angel Gabriel and that you’re the next Mary, that you’re going to bear the Son of Man and fight the dragon?” “Yeah, that about sums it up. But I think it was Michael” I said. “Why Michael?” he asked. And I couldn’t call you by your real name but I could call you Mic, and that’s close to Michael.” He shook his head. “I’m beat. And raw.” He looked down at himself. “I guess I missed a good time. Let’s get some sleep. We’ll talk about it on the ride home tomorrow.” And then he kissed me, and I realized that, except for the tender kiss on the forehead, that was the first time he’d kissed me all night.

1. It turns out Mic was right - it was Gabriel that visited me that first night, not Michael. I didn’t meet Michael until much later, but that’s another story. This was the first interaction with him but not the last by far. I’ll tell y’all about the second time Gabriel came to visit me in the next paid substack.