My first clear memory as a 2 year old is of the Archangels coming to save my life in a ball of white fire as big as the room I was in. I was close to being unconscious from coughing at the time from whooping cough where you cough until you turn blue from lack of oxygen. Anyway, I was sitting on my Scottish Grandmother's lap in a soft padded rocker of the kind they had in the 1940s which was like a padded sofa and a rocker combined then. She was rocking me in this padded sofa rocker and singing "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" and the Arcangels came in a ball of white fire. They all had different colored armor on made of jewels. They all had shoulder length hair and were clean shaven but their hair was different colors like blonde, brown, red or black or other colors. Their armor came down to their wrists and their feet were pointed so they could kick with the feet as a weapon I guess. So, they could wear gauntlets I guess but their hands were bare in greeting when I met them. They all smiled at me like I was one of them and a comrade of theirs that they were coming to protect from harm.
I wanted to go with them. I didn't want to stay here on earth because I had been dying just before they came and now they had healed me I wanted to go with them. It took me until my 20s through prayer before I was given permission to consciously soul travel with the angels. And they only gave me this gift of soul travel as a way of keeping me alive as me being alive here on earth seems important to God. I think I understand this because possibly the 2nd timeline couldn't have happened possibly without me being alive in a body here on earth.
So, this possibly is one of the reasons they came to keep me alive in 1950 when Iw as 2.
By God's Grace
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