03 THE NIGHT I WAS CAUGHT BETWEEN ARCHANGEL RAPHAEL AND THE ONE GOD CALLS THE DECEIVER PAGE 02

He turned and looked at me, with no expression on his face. His eyes holding my gaze. All of the sudden his eyes grew intensely. Like he was mad. I couldn’t look away. But then he did the oddest thing- he looked straight over my shoulder to a point past me. He then opened his eyes really big. I will always remember that.

He then put his car in reverse and slowly pulled out. My eyes followed his car. And then he was gone. However, I felt someone watching me.

I turned around and I saw a man standing in the parking lot looking at me. I hadn’t realized that anyone was behind me.

I asked myself-I wonder if he is an Angel.

Its been a year now and the one thing I remember is his almond-shaped eyes. They were cold. Dead.Hard. NO ONE in my life, not even my mother at her maddest ever looked at me that way.

Description-He was at least 6’2. Slim. He had classic striking features with a tanned skin and pocket marked sunken cheeks with black glossy hair. He was wearing a black collared dress shirt, black jeans with a black bomber jacket.

He turned sharply and began to walk away.

I remember I commented to myself - ugg. He’s wearing pointy brown dress shoes that had a side silver buckle on them. I hate when guys wear dress shoes with jeans. Let alone brown shoes with jeans.

He stopped walking and then continued a few steps.

Then I thought to myself-

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Why oh why does he have a Caesar hair cut! I mean we are talking George Clooney-90s-Cesar haircut. Doesn’t he know that his hairstyle is outdated. He stopped walking and turned slowly and looked at me sharply.

I then remembered that all beings of a different plane can hear your thoughts as if you spoken them. Trust me. FYI The aliens that we have been introduced into our naive minds are in fact demons.

You know that there are moments that you remember for the rest of you life. Like, when your child is born, your graduation, a parent passing away, meeting Archangel Raphael. But, as long as I live I will never forget the cold dead stare I got when he turned half-way around. Never. It was a look that could make you spit blood. It’s not a good thing.

He let his stare linger and I stared right back. I was like a baby rabbit giving a cobra a stare down. He started to take a step forward towards me and then sharply turned around, as if remembering something. My child was about to leave the store and push the door open. Looking back, I felt that when Archangel Raphael gave him that stare over my shoulder as a warning as if to say-

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BACK OFF! She is a child of God and she has His seal!”

He walked away as my child came back to the car.

He let his stare linger and I stared right back. I was like a baby rabbit giving a cobra a stare down.