Thank you. And Lord knows I’m glad too! It was Guillain-Barre Syndrome; a condition that arose out of a bout w/ blood poisoning that landed me in the hospital about a year prior too. Just one of the weird, random things that happens apparently. My body just turned on itself. It was a horrible time, but I came through it.
About Jeremiel. Curiously, I was raised in a Baptist home. I couldn’t name any saint or angel to you even if I was asked --At least not once upon a time. If you don’t mind my sharing about it, I had a very profound experience back in the mid-90's. Some years before, our church had split. Though this personal conviction was not apparent at the time, as I was so young and impressionable, I felt my faith had let me down. I was disappointed. I was disappointed in God. As the years went by and I became a teenager, I seriously had reach a point in my life where I had resolved myself to Atheism. How could I be any lower?
But I had once known the LORD. I may have told myself that I didn’t believe anymore, but I must have still wanted him to be real. I was trying to find him, looking for something ...anything that felt like the presence of fellowship I had remembered. You know how some people say that they’re hungry? I think I was hungry.
I was passing by a church one day, not intending to go there at all, but the door was open and music was coming out. The denomination wasn’t important to me. I remember the sermon was: ‘Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?’
Instantly! Immediately, a feeling came over me which I can only describe as a powerful rush! My heart pounded! I must have been frightened by it because I got up and excused myself to the restroom where I started to cry beside the sink. My friend, it’s not my place or intent to convince, but I saw God! I saw cities with angels! I heard a language being spoken that I could not understand. Hebrew? They were speaking it. One of the beings moved towards me faster than wind. He was a handsome man. He seemed carved of light, fire, gold, and love. Though he seemed to be the only one speaking English to me, I couldn’t understand his name at first. I thought he was saying ‘Genesis’. I came to realize later it was more like ‘Junisisst’; Junisisst called Jeremiel, because ‘God had set him up’. This is what I heard. I also wrote it down. I still have it in the original journal I kept.
“Ask of him without doubting, so that you may know the mercy of the Lord; how that he will not forsake you, but will fulfill the request of your soul. For God is not as men, mindful of the injuries he has received; but how he forgets injuries and has compassion upon his creature.”
“Consider doubt, how brutish and pernicious it is; and how it utterly roots out many from the faith who were very faithful and firm. Put on a firm and powerful faith: for faith promises all things and perfects all things. But doubting will harden the heart because it does not believe.”
I never heard these words before! I wanted to thank him, but he would not accept my gratitude. He said, “What do I do alone? Not from myself, but God. He has filled me with words of truth that I may speak the same to you. Like the flowing of waters flows verity from my mouth, and my lips produce his fruit. What do I do alone, know that he has caused his knowledge to abound in me because the mouth of the LORD is the true word and the door of his light?” And in addition: “To Praise God for he was only his servant.”
Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. Who on earth could I tell? And if I found someone one, how on earth could I be believed? I drew many pictures of what I saw. I must of filled up 4 sketch books --But it’s not over. I told you I was raised Baptist. I didn’t know this angel of God. Powerful as the experience was at first, doubt threatens ...But I was going to be astonished! I was looking through some books on Angels. (This was at least a good year or two later.) One of them was filled with ancient, early, and medieval Christian paintings and art. I’ll be darned, there he was! I just couldn’t believe it! Could. Not. Believe. It. Scales and all, the reason I had never been familiar of him is because he seemed to be more exclusively recognized by the Orthodox church.
My apologies for the long post, but when you mentioned being Orthodox, I felt compelled to share this. You’d be the only one that could truly understand. This happened in about 1994. I’ve never forgot him and I’ve drawn/painted him many times now over these years.
I’ve also become quite interested and fascinated by the art and chant of the Early Christian church --Coptic, Byzantine, Greek Orthodox, and Gregorian, just to name a few. I think it’s because it reminds me of the voices, the language, I heard singing then. I’m very open now. I try to welcome everyone.
Nayzak's very talented. I appreciate his desire for unity and peace. Too many people sorely just do not have or even want that. Too much hate in this world.