To Be Or Not To Be : Convinced of the Attendance of Angels

Anyone who has ever been in a (personally) tight or precarious situation with regards to either

- his or her predominant undertaking in life, or

- his or her societal (cultural, financial) disposition,

that, usually, hinges upon a pivotal life-changing decision, will at one time or other, experience some of aspects of the following account, about a prospective encounter with the supernatural.  In the realm of the Christian faith, this may be referred to as an intervention by (guardian) angels.

This specific encounter is one among many of my past personal experiences.  In particular I will highlight, to the best that memory enables, that they occur in response to demonic elements seeking to stagger my being, which is at its weakest during the few moments when I transition between the states of consciousness and sleep.

It happened last night.  I turned in rather late, pre-occupied by a certain sense of aloneness regarding my personal aspirations in relation to society.  I will say that this is a longsuffering pre-occupation that I will find no resolution even through the compulsion on the part of fellows who may be perceived to be in close relation.  As I was drifting off into unconsciousness, weighed down by a profound guilt of my inadequacies and brokenness, I knew I was reserving a remnant of my heart and soul for the life that I would have desired, in relation with society. 

With the internalised knowledge of such nuances progressing along in my dissipating thoughts, along came an unquestionable other-worldly sensation.  While not being unfamiliar with such a feeling, and hence not giving in to the need to open my eyes, I felt the cold bone-chill vapour wrap around my torso, forming a constricting vice-grip much akin to being crushed by a giant clenched fist.  I was immobilised, though not entirely suffocated.  I remember sensing the subliminal words echoing throughout the moment, pointing towards the futility of my linger of hope in persevering with God in all my perceived sense of social marginalisation.  It was then, as I was striving to mouth the cries of stating my faith in Christ, though it was not audible, that the stranglehold came loose. 

I had realised, as quickly as I had cried out, help came for me in the way that will justify without a doubt the reality of the encounter, however scientifically illogical it will continue to baffle the wise persons of this world, as I have narrated it.  As equally convinced, as of past encounters, this was another case of angelic intervention.  Surely and truely, this account should serve as a renewed source of hope, and strength, to every believer, especially those who particularly downtrodden and downcast in the journey of life.

I trust, and am certain, that this story will add to the faith of many who will read it without prejudice.