angel encounter journal entry + related entries

1 February 2022 - Transcribed from handwritten entry

Every night I hope I
will meet an angel.
Or a devil.   I     just 
want company. I think
I'm lonely.   I wonder.
  if angels / devils   go
on night walks too.

           Someone ran up 
to me . From behind. 
Lately I feel more reassured 
by people than the absence 
of them.   I  am      scared 
and in the darkness  everything 
looks   like  a person. 
To know there really is 
a person   makes it 
      less scary.

He came up from behind. 
  I think it was a he. 
He had curly-ish hair. 
I couldn't see the color 
in the darkness. 
  Maybe light brown. 
Thin .     Pretty face   . 
Wearing a top and a bottom. 
Pants.   I'm   not     good 
 at describing clothing. 
A   top is   just a shirt to me. 
I asked him  if he was 
a demon.         I think 
  this  is  a  reasonable 
inquiry because I have 
been having many 
supernatural dreams 
lately and pretty people 
do  not   approach me.

He said he was an 
   angel, actually.  I 
asked him what 
kind of angel he was. 
He asked me to clarify. 
I asked what the 
  arrangement was, how he 
worked, what he could do. 
He asked me what kind 
of     person I am.        I
thought about it for 
a moment .    I said 
"I understand your point." 
     pause... "What differentiates 
  you from me?" He 
  asked what I'm like. 
Once again, I understood. 
I slowly formed my sentences. 
"I can't fly. Can you fly? 
I can't... can you

make objects, I mean 
 can you hold, uh, 
  can you give me an 
    object that isn't 
     currently in your 
  immediate vicinity?" 
He produced a flowerfrom 
 behind  his   back. 
Neat trick.       I asked 
him to produce a bouquet of 
blue flowers, but with... 
I couldn't decide, one or two... 
   two yellow flowers. 
  He did.   I   put   my  hand 
    up,  paused ,  "can I touch 
      you?"     He     said   of 
       course, as much as I
          want.I put my arm 
       around him like 
 we   were old friends .

Suddenly, I don't know 
  why, an immediate instinct. 
"How far c- as much as 
  I want, right?" 
  He nodded.             I put 
   my hand to his crotch. 
   It was smooth,    I 
       held him there with 
   my hand, stroking lightly 
    with my middle finger. 
 His expression    hardly changed. 
It almost seemed like a 
   smile might   hatch from 
 the egg that was his 
   face  , but no, stillborn. 
I stopped.  We kept walking, 
but I didn't have my arm 
  around his shoulder anymore.

I forgot to mention --> 
 I asked if he could grant 
 all my desires,  he asked 
  what they were. 
   I  said  shouldn't  angels 
  just know?    He said 
  if I tell him what they 
    are, he will fulfill them. 
 I said  I    don't   want 
him to fulfill   them   all   at 
      once .   this   line  of 
      conversation ended.

   Also I noticed his 
   hands  were  thinner 
   than mind [sic].

I stopped  to   write 
   all of this   down 
   just now   and  he 
  has  not   moved   or 
   made   a   sound. 
 Now we will continue 
     walking. 

 I  fear   if  I   don't
    write it down,    I will 
    forget  it   all,        like 
    a dream I  have  just 
        woken up from. 

Both times when we stopped 
 walking, I thought I 
       still heard    footsteps behind us.

Angel   is  gone. 

Maybe  he  was never here. 
   ____________________________
   I feel something behind me 
Yes     I    often     do. 
   but     it    feels     like 
        the    angel . 
  Like    something 
    pressing   against 
        my   back. 
      I      don't    know. 
  Maybe  it  is   the  usual 
 feeling    after     all.

I saw this

(Scanned and cleaned from hand drawn image)

I  turned  back.
I can't
 If  I    look
 behind me
they  will
kill        me.

15 April 2022

I often see or hear things in my dreams that I desperately want to remember but they evaporate from my mind when I wake up. Once, for instance, I remember dreaming (see journal entry from 2 february 2021) of a strange amusement park. There was this animatronic singer behind a curtain and it sang a song to me, but I forgot the words to it when I woke up. It felt important for some reason. I wonder sometimes if angels are trying to send me urgent messages in my dreams but they gave up because I am so forgetful and useless.

16 April 2022 - Excerpt from longer entry

[...] In my mind, I don't imagine someone truly flawless. I would prefer to imagine them being on the same level of scumminess as me so that neither of us would be burdeoned by the anxiety of being looked down upon by the other. That, or they are inhuman and have no standards. Some sort of angel creature. No brain, only love and telling me exactly what I want to hear at all times. [...]

17 February 2022 - Transcribed from handwritten entry

I was  out  looking
 for something. Doesn't
 matter what.   Anyway,

 I saw someone scary.
That's not  why  I write though.
   I was looking for my angel.
 I have been thinking
 about him for many nights.
   Nothing.

 But then.   Something.
Can't  describe.  A message?
  I know what to do.
  I don't have to look physically.

The ritual for contact is  extremely
  difficult. It requires  lots
    of brainpower   but  also
  I have to stop  thinking.
 I guess   like hypnosis.

 I  don't know what  to do.
   it wasn't specific enough.
  I'm trying  a lot of things.
   Maybe    I'm too  restless.
 I took  too  long.  I hope not.

20 February 2022 - Transcribed from handwritten entry

 I was  lying  down, on my back.
The short-haired woman put
 one hand above my grain,
  below my stomach.  The other
  hand on my head,  or the back
of  my  head.  She  whispered in
  my  ear  "I know  who you
are ,"   and    she   licked  my
     cheek.   And  she kissed
 me.  And her hand went
    lower.    No.     I'm walking.
 I'm   walking  on   the
     sidewalk    alone.   It
       was  in   my    head.
    Who  was    she.   What
          was  she.   No.   It
       was  all  in  my  head.

25 May 2022

My guardian angel forced me out of bed at 1am to exericise. I needed it.

26 May 2022

My guardian angel scolded me for a long time about all the ways in which I need to improve my life. I need to exercise more. And eat better. And clean. And brush my teeth more often. And shower more often. And get more sleep. And help people. And take initiative. Gosh, it was a long list. Angels were in my sexual fantasies tonight. Surely angels know everything I am thinking at all times but I did not perceive any reaction. The angel can inhabit multiple angel bodies but it's the same angel. I love my angel. I feel like a better person. It's all me. The angel only uses words.

27 May 2022

Obviously I am not stupid. Or deranged. Or crazy. Or deluded. I know my guardian angel is not real. It's in my head. It only tells me things I already know. It is representative of the uncompromising subconscious voice of self improvement, personified as a perfect being who can provide me with adequate motivation. It doesn't make the motivation any less powerful.

29 May 2022 - Excerpt from longer entry

[...] The angel voice gets quieter each day. [...]

6 June 2022

All of a sudden I remembered that one night when I met that thing that claimed to be an angel. He didn't protect me. I asked my guardian angel if he was a real angel. My guardian angel stared at me blankly for a very long time and then its eyes started shimmering wetly and it came closer and started apologizing over and over and saying he wasn't an angel.

I don't want to think about this anymore.