Blog 8: "A Dream"

Child B
​When Child B told me that my angels would appear to me one day, I am unsure if I believed this child. I just thanked Child B for the teddy bear. Years later while I was working for another agency, I had a dream that I was walking with a demon. I knew it was a demon because he told me, and he was very talkative with me in my dream. We walked together, and had a conversation about children. The ground was brown like dirt, and the wind was blowing. To give you a visual of this demon, he had,

• Big and curly hair similar to an afro
• Tall; much taller than me
• Black clothing
• Very attractive
• ½ black and ½ red face

As we walked together, we had a conversation about children,

• Me: Why do you want to harm children?
• Demon: That’s my job.
• Me: What do you mean? Why would you want to do that to children?
• Demon: That’s what I was assigned to do, & I will do it again.
• Me: If you’re dead, just do what’s right & go to heaven.
• Demon: It’s too late Lisa, & I will mess with the kids that you see.
• Me: But you can do the right thing, kids are innocent.
• Demon: No, you do not understand, I have to harm kids. You will see me, it's my job.

An angel appeared in my dream...

She was beautiful. She was tall, taller than the demon, and she had extremely long hair blowing in the wind. She was in my face upset with her hand up while pointing a finger toward the sky. She said,

No Lisa, you cannot talk to demons.
Wake yourself up right now.
And I did.

If you know me personally, then you will understand that it is not unusual for me to talk to any stranger. It is also not weird for me to speak to people that others would deem bottom of the barrel or someone that I should not talk to, such as the demon in my dreams. I guess that made this angel irritated with me. When I awakened, I was laughing because I am who I am, even in dream. However, I realized what this angel made me do and why. Child B’s mother had told me a long time ago to be weary of demons; in particular, the ones that Nebulous kids see. This angel was trying to protect me from being influenced by him, or harmed.

I remember when Child B and her family described a particular angel that was around me all of the time. I cannot recall the type of angel, but she guards. She is right on my back at all times, and when I am sitting down, she is in the corner next to me according to Child B and family. They said that she protects me, and that she has been with me since I was born. They also told me that this angel left me for a little while when I was in college because she told them, “She was being stupid.” But, she came back and started watching over me again by the time that I met Child B.

Really? I was college-innocent! Anyway...

Every time I would meet with Child B and family, they would greet me and this angel. The told me that I did not need to test this angel because she glowed white, had white wings, and she was of God.

I tested her anyway.

They told me that this angel laughed, nodded to them that it was ok for her to be around, and to tell me to “cut it out.” Fine. I did, but I had learned too much to let these spirits off of the hook especially when I could not see them myself. So, I tested them. What does that mean? I pulled my Bible out and opened it. Then, I would ask them to touch it. Angels of God immediately touched the Bible. Demons said screw that and left the room (Haha, it’s true)! Here’s your visual below.

Therapy with Child B
Child B was always happy to see me which was not always the case with my therapy clients. Why? Because I made them work, and work hard toward improving their challenges. Child B was ready to work, but I noticed that upon entering my office space, Child B’s eyes would wander around the room seemingly searching for teddy bears or other stuffed animals. It almost seemed as if it was being done for comfort which prompted me to ask what was happening in the room in one session. Child B sat on the floor and said to me,

Child B: We’re all waiting for you to start.
Me: “We’re all?”
Child B: Yes, me and the ghosts…

Well, that was different. This child was so cute, I was just looking at Child B trying to figure out the meaning. Since I was unable to figure it out, I asked the meaning. What was described to me was that Child B sat on the floor surrounded by ghosts who were waiting with Child B to get started with the therapy session. Imagine a child sitting in front of me smiling with other kids in the room except they were little ghosts. I can picture that entire event within my mind and I remember feeling pretty surprised by the explanation. I think I was a bit tired of dealing with those darn ghosts at that time, (annoyed), so I told Child B that we were going to test them. I said,

Here is my Bible. If you are of God, you will prove it to me by touching my Bible.
If you are not of God, in His name, you will leave and not return to this building (bldg. 1).
You are not allowed in my office space. Leave.

I had an attitude.
I asked Child B what happened?
Child B looked around and told me, “They’re all gone.”
Me: (insert eye up to the sky emoji)

Well, that proved to me that my requests were respected. To keep things moving, I told Child B that I will now pray for protection,

Please send your angels to me to protect me from the demons that were in this office.
Please surround me and Child B with your angels Lord, and to follow Child B home for comfort and protection.

Child B’s eyes opened wide.

Me: What do you see? I asked while smiling.
Child B: Everything is so white, angels are all over the place. Your angel is smiling behind you, she is happy.
Me: The room is filled with God’s angels?
Child B: Yes, they said to test them.

They did not need to ask me twice, I tested them and they all touched the Bible. Child B told me that many of the angels were outside of the windows and doors of the building while some remained in the office. I had never truly called upon God’s angels before, but this will be a pattern that I still continue to this day when necessary.

Job 3: When It Is Necessary, Use It.
Now go back to the demon with the ½ black and ½ red face. Fast forward to a third place of employment in St. Louis. I met a child who needed psychological testing and assessment, and I chose this to work with this child. As we interviewed, this child sat by the door and suddenly moved back away from me very quickly while showing a facial face of fear. Picture this child jumping almost out of this child’s seat and I asked, what’s wrong?

Child: I just saw something.
Me: What did you see?
Child: A demon. It was next to you.
Me: What did it look like to you?
Child: It had a ½ black and a ½ red face.
Me: I looked at this child stunned.

Remember the dream I had above when my angel intervened? It was the same demon. By this time, I kept a Bible within my office. I grabbed it and prayed for myself and that child. I tested the other ghosts that she saw near my office as well. When this child left my office, we walked down the staircase and this child initially stopped in the hallway and told me that there were angels guarding each door. This child said they looked if they were praying to God while they guarded the doors. I asked,

Why are they at the doors?

This child shared, because they are guarding the children. They are waiting for them to leave.
As this child explained this to me, it was also mentioned that they keep looking at us while they prayed

Then, we walked to the staircase and in the hallway, this child stopped and looked up to the attic. There, the child mentioned that something was up there, but I did not ask what it is because I was kind of over this child’s visions at that point. However, I had other kids under my care who shared that they knew something was up near the attic as well. I stopped looking up there, permanently.

Back to Child B
Later on, Child B endured the same visions as the child above with angels at the doors of building 1. I felt comfortable with Child B and parents telling me that these were actually God’s angels and not dark ones. One afternoon when I needed to meet with Child B for therapy, my office moved into Building 2 on the 2nd floor. I walked downstairs to get Child B and family to begin working with them, and Child B ran to me and flew up the stairs to my office. The parents and I walked up the stairs and I asked,

Me: What happened?
Mom: There is a boy spirit running through the hallways down here.
Me: A boy?