The Last Angel

November 20, 2023

Last night I met Zechariah, the final angel. He was only here for a few moments and didn’t know why. I asked him his name and the name of the Lord - Jesus Christ. Then he asked me the same! Testing goes both ways. I asked him if he’d chosen his vessel, and explained that they (the Archangels) all have to come see me after they’ve chosen. He said he’s not stupid and made a crack about me being a blonde, and I told him he’s blonde right now. He ran a hand over his head and said “I didn’t think he had hair.” I said “he’s got a little bit.” He looked at me half amused and slightly aghast and said “you’re a bitch! You just made him feel this big!” and put his fingers a little bit apart. “No, you made him feel that big” I said with my fingers apart, “I made him feel this big” and made my fingers a little wider apart. Then I told him how I like to challenge angels, argue with them for fun. I asked him if he had anything to tell me- he did not, so I asked him what he’s the angel of… and he said he’s not the beginning or the end, but in the middle. Yet he is the end, of new different angels coming to see me. And I think he’s the Angel of Death, which is technically the middle, if you think about it. Then he was gone.

Tonight Gabriel came back. I’ve been waiting for him. He came for a moment yesterday (before Zechariah) but it was right before dinner and the kids came in asking questions and talking and playing with the dogs, so we didn’t get to talk. All he said was “he likes his games” as Mic was watching football. “The Romans liked their games too” he said. But tonight we had a chance to have a real conversation. Our friend Brother Matt had a new message and I tried to play it for Mic. Normally I play them live on the Good Book, but Ben sent me this one and said it was urgent. So I watched it, and tried to get Mic to watch it. But he’s not allowed… as soon as I hit play Gabriel said “he was visited by an angel” in regards to Matt, almost wonderingly. And then Mic put his head in his hand, his elbow propped on his knee, with his eyes closed, and didn’t even seem to breathe for 15 minutes. Shamus went over to him and started licking his hand incessantly, and then his face, and Mic didn’t move or flinch. And Shamus’s licking gets very annoying, and sloppy! Then the message from Brother Matt was over and Mic’s eyes opened. I almost immediately started to email Matt; he seemed very shaken by this message. Not that it’s different in any way, just that it’s imminent. Gabriel asked me to whom I was writing, and I told him. He asked me why, and I told him it was for validation and consolation. He asked why Matt would need consolation from me, do I think I’m better that the Lord? No, of course not! Gabriel still doesn’t understand our human need for validation, to know that we’re not crazy, and not alone in this; that other people are going through almost the exact same thing and getting the exact same message. I finished up my email and sent it off. Then he said we’re stupid- people in general. “Stiff-necked, I believe you called us.” I said. “No, I call you stupid. But stiff-necked work too. We told you over and over again what was going to happen but you didn’t learn. I’m coming back.” he said.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Gabriel” he said, looking at me surprised.

“Okay, just checking. I’ve met so many of you recently.”

“Who have you met most recently?” he asked.

“Zechariah”

He frowned. “When did you meet him?”

“Last night. Who is he?” I asked.

“He’s the end” he said.

“Funny, he said he wasn’t the beginning or the end but the middle.”

“He’s the end. He’s the last” he said.

“The seventh angel? He didn’t know why he was here” I said.

“He wouldn’t” he said.

“I told him they - y’all- you know what I mean- have to come see me after you’ve chosen a vessel. And he called me a bitch/”

“He would” he said, half laughing. “He’s the last to chose a vessel. That means your time is up.”

“We are well past the point of no return. Vengeance is the Lord’s” I said.

“And only His” Gabriel responded.

“I have little sympathy for these people” I said. “Most of them deserve what’s coming. I have empathy but no sympathy.”

“You’d all be better off if you were like him” he said, meaning Mic.

“In what way?” I asked.

“No empathy. Sympathy, but no empathy.”

“I can’t help the empathy” I said. “I can feel what they feel. That’s why I have no sympathy.”

The sounds of the neighbors TV carried across the pond, almost drowning out the sounds of nature. “Have you ever had true silence?” he asked.

“No” I said, thinking about it.

“Sure you have, you’ve had power outages/”

“Yes, but that’s not true silence. You can still hear the insects- the symphony of nature I call it.”

“You can’t hear it now” he said.

“Sure I can. I hear all the sounds.”

“What will people do when there are no more electronic sounds?” he asked.

“Maybe they’ll heal” I said.

He looked at me. “It’s too late for that.”

“I know” I said.

“The veil will part and you will see the Glory of the Lord” he said.

“The Day is upon us” I said.

“The Time is upon us” he corrected.

I felt a little flutter of excitement in my chest. “Good. I’m looking forward to it.”

The seven Archangels (in order as I’ve met them)

Gabriel - the Messenger; the Alpha General

Michael - the Warrior; death, destruction

Samael - (I don’t know what he’s the angel of, but he’s not my favorite)

Emmanuel - the one who died for our sins and Ascended

Joelle - the Angel of Humor

Uriel - the Angel of Time #TimeForce

Zechariah - the last angel, the Angel of Death (?)