Angel appears to me in two ways. The first way he appears to me is when I go over to his house and find him in his room in bed. The second way is with my eyes closed. I don't summon him or pray for him or dream about him but he is there. I can feel him in my head. Sometimes I don't know if it is my own thoughts I am thinking or his. He is inside me, beating his wings and starting a storm.
I catch a glimpse of him while looking in the mirror pushing out my shoulder blades. Two bone-tipped wings appear. Some female mystics describe their visions of angels as glowing fire or living light, they taste sweet and then they burn.
