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Friday, April 12, 2013

Last night I wrestled with an Angel

Last night I wrestled with an Angel. I know he was an angel because I kept repeating "The Name of Jesus/The Blood of Jesus" and he wouldn't let me go. It was a strange thing. I felt as though I was asleep but it was really happening if that makes any sense. I do believe that even the Apostle Paul said that he had OBE's (Out of Body Experiences). 

2 Corinthians 12:2

I knew a man in Christ above fourteen years ago, (whether in the body, I cannot tell; or whether out of the body, I cannot tell: God knoweth;) such an one caught up to the third heaven.

2 Corinthians 12:0-5

It is not expedient for me doubtless to glory. I will come to visions and revelations of the Lord.

I knew a man in Christ above fourteen years ago, (whether in the body, I cannot tell; or whether out of the body, I cannot tell: God knoweth;) such an one caught up to the third heaven.

And I knew such a man, (whether in the body, or out of the body, I cannot tell: God knoweth;)

How that he was caught up into paradise, and heard unspeakable words, which it is not lawful for a man to utter.

Of such an one will I glory: yet of myself I will not glory, but in mine infirmities.

In this vision (?) I was walking around in a very dark room with a lot of clothes-piles and pieces of furniture in it. Just as I began to hug a huge pile of clothes in front of me and slowly kicking things around, something grabbed me and I was flying above the mess in the dark room and began to see light. A man was holding me and flying me above the darkness. He was to my right with his arms or whatever it was, around me. I wanted to make it on my own and started to rebuke him, calling on Jesus. It couldn't have been anything except an angel because when I called on Jesus, he didn't let me go. People have been known to call on Jesus when they were taken up in alleged 'space ships' and the aliens sent them back into their homes in the blinking of an eye. Everything bows down to the name of Jesus. Aliens (demons) give up when you call on His name. 

He took me on a tour. I saw a large, honey colored wooden castle that was smooth like glass. It even had the sand-castle top on it like kids make on beaches. I also saw strange looking men called "Serbians" working on the lower part of the castle. They had some kind of machine that would take 2 panels of wood up at once, making the outer wall of this wooden castle. (The Building of the Temple in Jerusalem maybe?) He then took me to an outside celebration of somekind on a large, beautiful farm. There was a huge truck in one of the driveways. He took me to the flatbed truck and set me upon the bed of it. I saw an odd vehicle that looked somewhat like a golf cart but it was awesomely made out a strange material. He told me that it was mine. I looked down upon it and saw a name printed on the seat of it. The name was "Bishop". The name seemed to glow when I glanced upon it. I sat on the vehicle which seemed to be tailored to my body size, and it seemed to float through the air according to my thoughts and not from my hands on it's steering wheel. I 'thought' it though the air. The man grabbed me again.

As this "man" was flying me through...well....wherever we were, the sky, a room, the Heavens (?), I noticed that he had some kind of hat on. I was angry and tore off his hat. I began to wrestle with him and rustle his head only to find handfulls of soft, curly hair. His hair was unusually beautiful. No color, just hair. I thought that was odd. The next thing I know, I was laying on my bed and he was standing at the bottom of my bed looking down at me. This activity was all so real. I was literally trying to call on Jesus and did so in an odd manner. I began to moan Jesus's name loudly. I hope my neighbors didn't hear me. 

It looked as though this 'man' was 3-dimentional or something. He was very thin. I began to call on Jesus and kick my feet trying to kick this man so that he would leave. He would just jump to the other side of my bed in a somewhat mocking manner, (minus the devious smile that usually comes with mockery). It's as though he knew that I wouldn't be able to trip him. He kept making slight movements as though he was going to charge at me. I finally came back to myself and it was over. When I got up, my body was sore as though I had just wrestled with an angel. 

I have a lot of praying to do.  

Rev. Esther R. Scott

Easter 2018

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