My Experiences with God, Angels, and Demons My contact with angels first started with a series of dreams. They started after I began trying hours and hours of ceaseless prayer of the Jesus Prayer, combined with the Guardian Angel Prayer, and a prayer from a fictional book that got me into Christianity, “The Brothers Karamazov” by Fyodor Dostoevsky: “Lord, have mercy upon all who come before you today.” Dream #1 (7/5/2024) There was heavenly sounding classical music playing. I felt an urge to raise my hands to the heavens right as the music reached its peak point. “How did you know to do that?” A voice said. I turned around and saw a being with a giant head of an old woman, very wrinkly and wise looking, and the body of a sheep that was glowing. I looked more closely at the glowing sheep body, and another voice said, “This is the protector of spirits.” I did feel an incredible sense of protection around this being. I felt that this being is responsible for protecting souls in the sense of when the human body dies, and the soul goes on. Dream #2 (7/25/2024) In this dream, I met a female angel. There was an indescribable glow to her and her face was not exactly human but incredibly beautiful. She told me a few things, but I only remember two of them: 1. Humans come to Earth because it is something like a “travel destination”. Our soul wants to come here because of some quality that is unique to Earth. 2. Negative qualities of the mind, such as depression, and bipolar disorder, will be “deleted” from the soul at the time of death. I told the angel about one demon I saw that worried me, and she said to me, “Don’t worry, that will be deleted.” Shortly after this, I ended up in a heavenly library and it took great concentration to read the names of the books on their spine. They all had fonts which looked very old and antique. One book title I managed remember was, “The Harmony of Infinity.” Dream #3 (8/10/2024) I was walking on my back deck, with a book in my hands. It really felt like I was awake and not in a dream, because I could hear the loud thump of my boots hitting the wood deck with each step, and I could feel the vibrations in my feet. I would repeatedly open the book, look at the words in it, then close the book, trying to get a divine message. At first, I only got random words, nonsense. Then suddenly among random words, I saw the name St. Elias appear, who I found out when I woke up was a real saint. A few more dreams later, I was in a library. As I walked around the bookstacks, my path was blocked by a large group of beautiful women dressed in red, white, and gold robes. I first thought they were actresses, but later realized they may have been angels. “This way is blocked,” They said, “You’ll have to go a different way.” I walked down a different aisle and heard a loud bang. Someone yelled, “There’s a shooter in the library!” I was shot and died. I was then walking through the library alive again, and an Asian police officer was walking through the aisles lecturing people. “What do you do when there is a shooter, you fools!” He yelled. “You walk out gracefully!” This is obviously some dream nonsense, since you should run, not walk when there is an active shooter. I realized I was in a dream again and grabbed a random book and started doing my technique of opening and closing the book to get a message. At first, I got random words. Then, I was overwhelmed with divine messages! They flashed for 1 - 2 seconds and I time and I couldn’t even process them the words were changing so quickly. One set of words I was able to focus on and remember was, “WE ARE 212,000 ANGELS.” The words stopped, and then I saw flashes of images of bedrooms adorned with many green plants and leaves across the ceiling and walls. I dropped the book and cried in my dream, thanking God for revealing the message to me, my body filled with an ecstatic feeling. I opened the book again and then it was full of words in Latin. The only word I remember was “evictus”, which means “to recover property by legal process”, or “to vanquish” or “to regain possession of. Contact with God #1 (8/17/2024) I was reading the Bible and after 8 solid months of depression, I finally felt my depression lifted. For the first time ever in my life, I not only knew God existed, but felt love for God, and I prayed in my head, “God, I love you.” The moment I had that thought, an indescribable sensation passed over my whole body like a wave. My movement slowed down, as if things were in slow motion, and I had a vision in my mind’s eye of an angel that was a single eyeball surrounded by fluffy white wings. This image of the angel stayed in my mind for at least 1 hour. Vision of a Choir of Angels (8/20/2024) While taking a walk in the park near my workplace on a cloudy day, I decided to pray the following which is a slight variation of what the angels sing in Revelations: Glory, glory, glory, To the Lord God Almighty, Who was, and is, and is to come. I used my imagination to turn it into singing. Then, into an angelic choir singing. I then made the singing get louder and louder, more and more grand, until the choir was extremely loud and majestic with booming, heart - pounding drums. I then had a vision in my mind’s eye of a choir of angels, some human like, and some like the one I saw before with a single eye surrounded by feathers, singing and dancing in the skies of Heaven. In real life, the clouds parted and there was sunlight in the park shining on me. Then , I heard all the angels stop singing except for one. She was an angel in a white gown with orange hair, blue eyes, and orange hair with one feature that stuck out: She had an orange duck’s beak instead of a mouth and nose. She at first appeared to me as an adult singing, and then she appeared to me as a child and said to me, “I am your daughter, waiting for you in Heaven.” Contact with God #2 (8/22/2024) I thought a lot about my experience with the choir of angels. I considered the sin of pride, and that it is prideful to think I am worthy of such a vision from God. So, I reasoned the following: God did not give me these visions, rather, I created them because I have an active imagination capable of making beautiful music and scenes in my mind’s eye. I then made a creed with God, saying, “I am not an artist, so I will never be able to paint the angels I see in my mind. I am not a musician, so I will never be able to write the music of my mind. I am not a filmmaker, so I will never be able to make films of the scenes I make in my mind. Therefore, I will continue to make these visions using my imagination and I will dedicate them to the one being who can see these visions since He can read minds: I dedicate them to God. The moment I had this realization, something incredible happened: The angel with a duck beak appeared again, who I call “Ducky” (I know you’re not supposed to name an angel, but this nickname just stuck with her). Ducky then told me a great secret and said to tell it to no one. I am now breaking that rule by telling you, but this is what hse said in her sweet, warm voice: “Now you really are an Angel of God!” I denied the secret, saying I am not worthy of it, saying to myself “this is my own imagination”. But Ducky kept replying faster than I could think, saying “This is not your imagination, this is really real! You’re an angel!” Her image was clearer in my mind than it ever was the first time I saw her. She appeared in the form of a 2D cartoon version of herself. I tried to stop thinking of her, but I could not. Her image was forced into my mind’s eye, it was crystal clear too. I read in a book written by Orthodox monks that angels appear in a crystal - clear image that is unwavering, whereas demons appear in a form that tends to shift and is unclear. That is why I think Ducky and this secret are authentic. I also think this message and the secret was authentic because of the warning Ducky told me: “Because of this secret that you now know, you will be seeing and battling with demons in the future. Are you ready for this?” I said I was ready. And demons did come within the next 24 hours, assaulting me for at least a wee k. One demon I saw was a giant goat head made of human bodies. Hundreds of them. They looked like tiny ants, there were so many of them swarming and making up the goat demon’s head. They got torn apart and sewn back together again repeatedly. “You will be joining my head as one of these bodies!” the demon taunted. Then, I somehow “turned him into a goat”. Did I exorcise him to a goat’s body like Jesus sent demons into pigs? Contact with God #3 (8/24/2024 Note: this an estimated date) One time when the demons were assaulting me and I was losing, I prayed to God to give me a sign that He is there and that it’s not just a bunch of demons messing with me. While praying curled up in a ball on the floor, I felt a finger brush along my back. This was no muscle spasm or anything like that, it really felt like a finger traced along part of my back. My immediate response, despite such a strong message from God, was still doubt, because I didn’t know if it was from demons or not. After time has passed, I do now think this must have been an angel or God Himself touching me to let me know He is there. The End of Waking Experiences (9/1/2024 Note: this is an estimated date) These experiences stopped when Jesus told me, “Go to CPEP, you will find me there” (emergency services for mental health). I went there really thinking Jesus would be a fellow patien tin the psych ward. I didn’t find him, but I medicine which stopped the assault of the demons, but also stopped my communication with God and angels. I feel disconnected from God now and am joining the Catholic Church to try to reestablish my connection and find the meaning of the secret Ducky told me. Dream #4 (11/7/2024) I became lucid in a dream and started asking random people I encountered, “What happens when we die?” but no one gave me an answer. Then, out of nowhere, a beautiful female figure appeared. She spoke to me, though I forgot exactly what she said upon waking — nothing earth - shattering, I assume, or it would've jolted me awake. She introduced herself as a Siren and then began flying through the air, singing some of the most beautiful music I’ve ever heard. It was as if she had three voices, all harmonizing toget her, and at one point, she even sang like an opera singer. Dream #5 (12/8/2024) In real life, I had been considering dropping out of OCIA — the Order of Christian Initiation of Adults — because the time commitment felt overwhelming. I prayed to God, asking for a sign to help me decide whether or not to continue. That night, I had a dream where I was in a classroom, which is a recurring setting in my dreams. Suddenly, pamphlets inviting everyone to join OCIA were passed out. I remember exclaiming, “I’m already a part of this!” Then, the man sitting next to me tapped his pamphlet, smiled, and said, “Guardian Angel.” When I woke up, I took this as a clear sign that I should continue pursuing Catholicism through OCIA. I believe God answered my prayer. Dream #6 (1/3/2025) I started a regimen of praying constantly to the Lord and to Christ, using a rosary, while repeatedly asking the question, “What happens to us when we die?” I kept this up nearly all day for three days straight. Then, last night, I had a vivid and unsettling dream. In it, my brother was sitting on a couch. He stood up, and his skin began turning purple all over. His right eye was closed while his left eye remained open. He stretched out his arms in a strange, almost indescribable pose. Then, in a deep voice, he said, “You are going to the U nderland.” Immediately after, in a much deeper, louder voice, he got right up to my face and said, “You are a horrible person.” I’ve interpreted that this was a dream of a demon and that I shouldn’t take it seriously. Dream #7 (1/15/2025) I realized I was dreaming when I found myself in a surreal landscape with giant mushroom - like islands rising out of the water. I dropped to my knees, genuflected, and began praying, repeating the words, “Jesus, what happens to us when we die?” over and over. The dream shifted through various scenes, including a terrifying moment involving a 9 foot tall woman whose head nearly touched the ceiling. She transformed into a large beetle, about the size of a mouse, that crawled all over my arm and frightened my dog. Later in the dream, I encountered a girl dressed all in white with blonde hair. I now suspect she may have been an angel. I asked her, “What happens when we die?” She smiled warmly and replied, “You get a hug from me!” But then an older woman in the same room added, “But you’ll miss me.” Dream #8 (1/18/2025) I was in a bar full of people with a strange accent that I had never heard before. It was sort of like a Spanish accent, but not quite. T he first person I asked smiled with a huge smile and said the afterlife will be a "game". Not sure what that means, but he seemed very excited for it with his huge smile. Another person simply answered: Heaven. Dream #9 (1/24/2025) After experiencing a series of random dreams, I had a false awakening and became lucid. I started exploring my house, hoping to find an entity I could speak to. Eventually, I encountered a male stranger. I asked him about the afterlife, and he responded with something like the following. His speech was fast, heavily accented, and at times seemed like he was speaking in tongues, so I couldn't understand everything. But the part I do remember clearly was: "In heaven... there will be... FUN ." He emphasized the word "FUN" heavily, saying it much more slowly than the rest. Then he added, "T here will be... 17,000 years of FUN... and then, something will happen." I asked him for more details about heaven, but whatever he said next, I forgot upon waking. Dream #10 (2/6/2025) I recently changed my focus in lucid dreaming from asking, "What happens when we die?" to "What do I need to do to get to Heaven?" That night, I had a strange and vivid dream where my brother appeared to be part reptilian — his face was distorted, lizard - like, with strikingly intense slit pupils that actually looked really cool. He told me, “Go downstairs and see your father,” which confused me because, in the dream, my father was actually upstairs in the bathroom. When I pointed this out, my brother insisted, “Go anyways.” So I went downstairs and found my father sitting on the couch. I asked him, “What do I need to do to enter Heaven?” He responded, “You need to have children, and [something else I can't remember].” I asked him to repeat his answer, worried that since this was a dream, the response might change or get lost. But he repeated it exactly. I asked a third time, and again, he gave the same reply: “Have children.” This response left me puzzled. Aside from the Bible verse about being fruitful and multiplying, I’ve never heard that having children is a requirement for entering Heaven — especially considering that my wife and I both have traits we’re hesitant to pass on. Dream #11 (2/20/2025) I had several dreams where I encountered Indian (Hindu) women — each one beautiful and smiling at me — but at the time, I didn’t think much of it. Later, I had a dream where I was browsing 4chan, and during that dream, I became lucid. Realizing I was dreaming, I began reading the posts closely, hoping to find some kind of secret or divine message hidden within them. The posts themselves didn’t reveal anything, but then I came across a thread filled with AI - generated images of a man — each one slightly different from the next, like a series of variations on a single model. As I observed this, fully aware that I was dreaming, it struck me that some kind of “organic AI” must be behind these images. In that moment, I thought to myself, “God, it is you who is making these images in my dream, isn’t it? Your creation is similar to our AI, isn’t it?” Immediately after I had that thought, I saw a group of mysterious figures wearing gold masks and gold helmet - like pieces around the backs of their heads. Then, I saw God. He was surrounded by the brightest, most intense light I have ever seen — so bright that I couldn’t make out His form. I found myself in what felt like a throne room, with a central walkway leading directly to God’s throne. The entire space was bathed in blinding light, but I could just barely make out two rows of divine figures on either side of the walkway. They were all wearing ornate crowns similar to those I later found by searching “Hindu god crowns,” (see image above)and each one had four to six arms. They were worshipping the radiant being on the throne — God, the source of light. I asked Him one question: “Please, tell me your name (so I can spread word of your true name).” He didn’t respond, and shortly after that, the dream ended. Dream #12 (3/9/2025) I was looking at a sheet of paper in a dream last night and clearly saw these words: “ those of you who feel alone in life and unloved, remember this: Jesus loves you.” Dream #13 (3/11/2025) I had a dream where I was composing the most beautiful, ecstatic, and heavenly music — both instrumental pieces and songs with vocals. It was unlike anything I’ve ever heard before, utterly moving and transcendent. In the dream, I was so overwhelmed by the b eauty of the music that I begged God to find a way to preserve it, so that someone else might hear it too. In response, I felt an unseen entity place a hand gently over my left ear. It felt as though a thin, transparent film — like smooth, wrinkle - free plastic — was being placed over my ear. The entity then said, “This will record your music.” I woke up shortly after that, still glowing with joy from how beautiful the music had been. Eventually, I fell back asleep. In the next dream, I was lying in my bed. Almost instinctively, I touched two spots on my ear with my fingers, and each point produced a pair of beeps in different tones. I felt the same film from the previous dream settle back over my ear, and to my amazement, the music I had composed earlier began playing again. I was filled with complete and utter joy, overwhelmed by the realization that, in some dimension, the music had been saved and could be replayed. As I listened in bliss, a gentle female voice said, “Welcome home.” I understood those words to mean Heaven — that what I had just experienced was a glimpse or a preview of it. Many near - death experiences describe a profound feeling of returning to a home they had long forgotten, and that’s exactly how it felt. Eucharistic Adoration (3/15/2025) I signed up to do 1 hour of Eucharistic Adoration. For those who don't know, this is when a Eucharist, the body of Christ in the form of the wafer, is placed in a special container for you to adore and pray for in complete silence. I signed up to do it for an hour and wish I could have stayed longer. I always sing my prayers in my mind with music to accompany them, and the music was magnified in the presence of Christ. Eventually I saw a vision of a young teenage girl with orange hair standing by the Eucharist. I realized this was Ducky but without a duck beak this time, and a much older Ducky too since Ducky was just a little girl. As I breathed in and exhaled prayers in silence, this beakless Ducky remained in my mind even when I tried to clear my mind and reset it, she still kept showing up. She did not say anything, she just stood by the Eucharist. I then heard a voice say to do 20 Hail Marys in my head. I did them, and on the 20th Hail Mary a voice said, "Do you want to consecrate yourself to Mary right now with the promise you will never masturbate to porn for the rest of your life?" I said yes, I consecrate myself. Eucharistic Adoration has sold me on Catholicism. I really felt the presence of God in the Eucharist. I highly suggest looking up when Catholic churches near you are doing Adoration, they usually do it on evenings once a week. Dream #14 (5/12/2025) I had a dream where I was watching a porn clip, but suddenly, the video was interrupted by a series of flashing Christian images — scenes of monks, crosses, churches, and other religious symbols. At first, I assumed it was just some kind of joke or troll edi t— someone inserting Christian imagery into a porn video to mess with people. But then, something unexpected happened. An indescribably beautiful piece of heavenly music began to play. It was unlike anything I’ve ever heard in waking life — pure, moving, and filled with a divine presence. I only remember that the name “Jesus” was part of the lyrics, but the entire song carried a power and beauty that overwhelmed me. I believe this dream was a calling — a message for everyone struggling with pornography. It’s a sin, and we need to stop rationalizing that it’s somehow okay. I truly hope every one of you can break free from porn addiction and find your way to Heaven. Dream #15 (6/15/2025) I had a series of weird and wacky dreams, and in one of them, I became lucid — mainly because my dog was driving a car. We were chasing after her, yelling, “Want a treat?” to try to get her to stop and come out of the car. The sheer absurdity of the situation made me realize I was dreaming. As I stood in the dream, I noticed a short Buddhist monk in an orange robe standing in the middle of the street. I walked up to him, intending to ask, “What happens when we die?” But before I could say anything, he vanished. In his place was a Ronald McDonald figurine. On a strange impulse, I picked up the figurine, held it up to my right ear, and asked the same question: “What happens when we die?” I stood there quietly, waiting. After a few seconds of silence, the figurine suddenly spoke — loud and clear, but only in my right ear — singing the words: “Then I’ll forgiiiiive you!” I fell to the ground and cried, overwhelmed, thanking God for communicating with me. Dream #16 (6/11/2025) I became lucid in a dream and found myself in a bar with two burly, overweight men — both a bit rough - looking. I asked them what they thought about the afterlife, but they both just shrugged and said, “I have no idea!” One of the men looked at me and added, “You seem to be doing well at life. I was never that good at it.” Then, I noticed a woman lying on the floor nearby. She had red hair and was laying on the floor propped up on one elbow. I asked her about the afterlife. She replied, “We will go on,” and then added in a quieter voice, “but so will the gimmicks.” Dream #17 (6/17/2025) Lately, in my lucid dreams, I’ve been focusing on one central question: “Which of my experiences were truly from you, God?” I need to discern whether any of these experiences genuinely came from God, since, as Scripture warns, Satan can appear as an angel of light. Last night, I had a dream that felt like a response to this question. In the dream, I noticed that my house had an unusually long staircase. That oddity triggered lucidity. I became aware that I was dreaming. I walked down the staircase to the TV and posed the question aloud: “Which of my experiences were from you, God?” Suddenly, a snake - like reptilian face appeared on the screen. It spoke with harsh scorn: “None of your experiences are from me!” Immediately, I recognized the malice in its tone. It didn’t sound like God. It was full of vitriol. I concluded it must have been Satan or a demon, attempting to deceive me. The dream continued. I climbed another set of stairs and encountered strange beings — children with human heads and tiny feet, almost like Bob - ombs from Mario, except disturbingly human. Most of them ran away from me, but one, a girl, approached. I asked her the same question. She began to cry and said, “I don’t believe in God.” I gently asked, “Aww, why is that?” But before she could answer, the dream ended. Later, I became lucid again and found myself with a childhood friend. I asked him the same question. This time, he gave me an answer: “There is one experience you had — the one with Ducky, where s he told you you are an angel. That was real.” Dream #18 (6/20/2024) I became lucid while in a library. I saw a boy and asked him, "What happens when we die?" In response, he brought over his father, who came from around the other side of a bookshelf. The man was large, balding, with a thick gray beard. He looked at me and said in a strong German - sounding accent, "Doth? You ask about doth?" — pronouncing "death" as "doth." Then he answered plainly, "Doth is when the body dies." I followed up: "And what happens after that, in the afterlife?" He responded, "The afterlife is Sabbath. Sabbath music, and Sabbath Hollywood." I tried to press him for more details, but he struggled to give a clear answer. Dream #19 (6/28/2025) I became lucid and asked a man which of my experiences were from God. His reply was, “God talks to you every day. And you don’t care?” Dream #20 (7/1/2025) I became lucid and asked a man which of my experiences were from God. His reply was, “She traveled through time to tell you everything. As a result, Hank does not exist." Dream #21 (7/20/2025) In this dream, I was in a college library studying by the window. A female page (a page is a worker at a library who puts books back on the shelves) walked by me smiling at me, and I saw on her back she had angel’s wings. I then walked around the library and at the turn of a bookcase, standing at the end of the bookcase was another angel with blue white hair who beckoned me and said “You’ll be flying soon, you will love it up there”. And I got this sense of welcoming and a telepathic instant download of information added to my brain affirming that I am an angel and that I would be going “home”. I asked this angel her name as I walked away, and she said with a smile knowing that I didn’t have an arrow, “I’ll trade it to you for an arrow”. Then the dream ended. Dream #22 (7/21/2025) In this dream, I am in a church in the hallway sitting on a bench when Peg, an old woman from the Catholic church I go to, said to me “You are to give a lecture on angels and Baudelaire”. I had no idea who Baudelaire was. The dream ended, and I woke up and googled about Baudelaire and angels and found out he was a poet who wrote multiple poems about angels: https://fleursdumal.org/poem/139 Dream #23 (8/2/2025) After the storm of a terrible, terrible nightmare, I was given relief with a beautiful and hope - inspiring dream. I went around looking for the first person I could find to ask my target question, "What happens when we die?" At my porch door was a black woman in some sort of military uniform and a young boy with lighter skin than her. I asked the boy, "What happens when we die? His response was this: He pointed his index finger up towards the sky and said, "You go to Heaven!" Dream #24 (8/10/2025) While dreaming some very normal but vivid dreams last night, two times the term "Seraphication" showed up in my dreams. I've never heard of this term or used it, but I am familiar with seraph/seraphim. Googling it results in some fictional settings in whic h the term is used to denote "turning from human into a seraph". This seems like even more of a message that I am in the process of becoming an angel on top of previous messages I received, with the specific type of angel I am becoming revealed to be a seraphim. Dream #25 (8/12/2025) I became lucid while looking at my cell phone screen. I then prayed to God saying that I loved God. Shortly after this, a drawing of a heart appeared on my phone screen. Then flashes of many other drawings such as a dragon appeared in black and white, and then these colored art paintings of very divine sorts of things like a skeleton clothed riding a black horse and a giant grey floating stone head in the sky.