Yeshua said in John 1:51 that we will see angels of God ascending and descending upon the Son of Man.

Hebrews 1:14 Are they not all ministering spirits sent forth to minister for those who will inherit salvation?

Jesus said in Matthew 26:53 Do you not think that I cannot now pray to my father and He will provide me with more than twelve legions of angels?

Psalm 91:11 – 12 For He shall give His angels charge over you, to keep you in all your ways.  In their hands they shall bear you up lest you dash your foot against a stone.

In 1998 I was living on a farm outside Mafikeng.  I had left the Arts Council to run my guest farm.  My parents had left their property next door and rented it out.  One night their house burnt down and my father then sold it to me which I tried to sell through an estate agent.  Business was slow and my phone line had been cut.  It was during this time that I started to pray every night for Yeshua to help me.  I believed in Him although I never knew Him intimately.

After a few months the property still wasn’t sold so I started trying to sell it on my own.  One day a black man came on foot to ask me if he could buy it.  He had recently received a retrenchment package from the prison and quickly bought it.

It took months for the transfer to come through when eventually I received the call from my lawyer to say that the money had been paid into my account.  I put on Alanais Morisette’s Thank You and sat under my desk crying.  It’s the first time I really felt Yeshua showing me His power.

I drove to the bank and withdrew enough money to pay my phone bill.  I was soaring when I walked into Telkom.  There was a queue at the counter and standing at the back of the line was a blonde man who stood out.  In all my life I had never seen such a man in person – in a magazine – or on screen. He was too good looking and dressed in a stylish suit.

Which could have resulted in me walking straight passed and through the – Staff Only – door and up to the first desk.  I was too excited for them to chase me out.  After they had sorted out my bill I looked up and the gorgeous man was standing inside with me a little away from the desk with his legs slightly apart and his arms folded – smiling at me.  I left floating.  This was the first time I had seen an angel.

In Mafikeng if there was a tent next to a police block I would drive over pavements to reroute.  As they took your license and looked up on a computer if you had any outstanding fines which you had to pay on the spot or have your car impounded.

One day I was driving out of town along the open road back to the farm when I reached a roadblock with a tent.  I was trapped and casually told my daughter I’m going to prison as I had at least six outstanding fines. Only to be met by a tall black man with an American accent – this was Mafikeng.  The Tswana people are short and lighter skinned.  He was very friendly which was unusual and he didn’t even take my license to be checked and let me go through.

Another time I was on the farm when a black man was calling me from outside my electric gate.  My daughter was with me and I walked up to the gate praying.  He told me that he had seen a child’s bicycle in the bush along the road.  So I naively asked him if he could fetch it for me.  I think he actually wanted me to go out with him.  When he brought it back – it was my daughter’s bike.  I took it and thanked him.  But then his eyes changed – they became glossy – like when someone has smoked pot.  He started to walk towards me – saying he wanted an Afrikaans wife.  I told him I’m Zimbawean.  And then he started to fumble off backwards into the thorn tree behind him – he looked in shock and then turned and ran away.  I was perplexed but I am sure he saw an angel standing behind me.

One night I was alone with my daughter on the farm.  I had two other cottages which I rented out and both tenants were away for the weekend.   We were asleep in my bedroom which fortunately a year prior I had put in burglar bars and a security gate.  The rest of the house had no security.  Around 2am someone entered my home through the kitchen window and turned on all the lights.  Knowing that we were all alone and no threat.  He went through my rondawel making a huge racket.  This was one of my fears and yet I had no fear.

Just as well cell phones were around then and I calmly phoned my daughter’s teacher who lived in town to call her brother who lived on the farm next door to me.  Her cellphone was in the lounge but she had just got up to go to the kitchen to get water when she heard it and was able to phone her brother.  Whose phone was on silent next to his bed but his Jack Russell was in the house as it had recently had surgery and needed to be let outside.   He had been ignoring his dog’s prompts so it jumped onto his bed and bit him.

When he got up using his cell phone as a torch he noticed the call coming in and was able to respond.    He drove up to my fence where he saw about seven black men standing by my car.  And fired a shot which dispersed them and sent the one in my cottage back out my kitchen window.

My other two cottages had been broken into too.  I got burglar bars and security gates fitted in my rondawel that day.  And a few days later I was in my cottage and sensed that I was being watched from the bush.  I locked all my doors.  And that night the other two cottages were robbed again.  Some of their stolen goods were found at a house in a nearby location which belonged to criminals who had recently gone to jail after raping and torturing a woman in Coligny.  They were in prison in Coligny but had escaped and then murdered a farmer and raped his wife in Lichtenburg and stolen their bakkie.

A few days after the burglary I was walking with my daughter to the pit to throw away rubbish.  When I faced my second worst fear.  As I was approaching the pit I sensed danger – it was like a buzzing sound around me.  When I came to the pit there lay a puff adder on the other side which then slowly slid away.

This all happened just after I had thought I could settle in Mafikeng since I was getting paid well and my daughter was in a good school.  But God had other plans.  For me to return to Zimabwe and then later on to come to the UK.

In 2016 one evening in the UK I was trying to get back to Verwood from Bournemouth but had missed the last bus.  I was on steroids for cancer which my haematologist was weaning me off since they had made it difficult for me to concentrate and to talk without stuttering.  The bus at the stop was showing  X3 Salisbury.  I asked a tall black man standing on the pavement if he knew how I could get back to Verwood – he smoothly glanced over to the bus and said that one is going to Verwood.  The bus had changed from Salisbury to read Verwood.  I rushed to the bus – a couple were in front of me and asked the driver for tickets to Salisbury.  He was annoyed and said the bus isn’t going to Salisbury.  And they said ‘you’re joking’.  But he wasn’t – the route had changed.

About a week later I was taken to Bournemouth hospital because of my reaction to steroids (Psst blog).  My first night in the cancer ward I saw a man standing at the reception desk.  He stood out to me so I knew he was different.  He had a lovely smile.  A couple of days later I had a drip in my arm which suddenly became very sore – it felt like the needle was twisting in my vein.  I was calling the nurses to take it out and just then my mother walked through the door – I screamed in fear.  Then the man I had seen at the desk that night rushed in and sat down on the bed next to me and said,

‘Kim you’re scared of snakes – aren’t you?’  I was quite stunned that he was actually beside me but calmed down.

He then walked out and told my mother who was standing in the passage,

‘Don’t worry she’s just scared of snakes.’  And rushed off.  My mother said he had the kindest eyes.

A day or two later when the Pulse staff were trying to force me to take medication – I told them we needed to compromise.  I needed to tidy my room first.  A nurse was helping me make my bed but that same man was standing in my room too and briefly tucked the sheets in at the end of my bed.  I was too shy to look at him as I knew he was holy.  When I was back in the same ward having chemotherapy I asked the nurses if they knew who he was and none of them knew who I could be referring to.  Just as well my mother saw him otherwise I would have thought I made him up.

In 2017 when I was ‘down the rabbit’s hole’ and thrown into hospital I had phoned 999 because the black staff were banging on my bedroom door screaming at me.  The next day I was sitting in my room when I heard some men outside my door.  They were talking to one of the staff – a white guy who didn’t like me – telling him they had come to change my bedroom lock.  He told them it wasn’t my lock but the room next door’s that needed to be changed.  They insisted it was mine and knocked on the door – I was sitting reading ‘Becoming my Beloved’ and they looked into my room and said ‘Ah yes’.

I was asked by the staff in a jittery tone if I would be able to give these men time to change my lock – so I left my room.  And when I walked passed with my head down one of them gently  said ‘thank you’.  I went to the toilet and heard him outside my door say ‘Don’t worry darling – we’re the only ones with the key’.   Then they said to the staff that it was in fact the room next door that needed to be changed and proceeded to change that lock too.  I was standing in the reception area reading the notices when they walked passed me to leave.  And caught their reflections.  They walk with holy authority – just the way you would imagine Yeshua doing.  I soon left to accomplish my mission.

When I was at Royal Livingstone Hotel in Zambia I was sitting at the bar having lunch.  Next to me was a lady and on her otherside was an American man.  For some reason this man had been trying to get my attention days prior by telling me how rich we could be.  I was ignoring him.  He had said ‘Come on Kim – ‘Skinny’.  Which was the name I had given my rabbit I had with me at Bournemouth Hospital.

Anyway this couple were annoying me – talking complete nonsense – they do ‘down the rabbit’s hole’.  I had had days with this and eventually spoke up and said ‘Shut up!’.  Immediately a group of men sitting in the bar lounge stood up and one said ‘Christian! That’s her favourite author – John Eldredge.’ As I had my laptop open on Ransomed Heart.  I caught their reflection in the glass of the drinks cabinet.  I turned to watch them leave and again they walk with holy authority and I wanted to go with them.  I asked the waitress where they were going as I was trying to get out of the spirit world and she said they come back at 4pm.

One day in Stockbridge I had gone to the Co-op and there was a Chinese lady paying at the counter who said loudly ‘I smell fish’ when I walked passed.  She had a strange toddler with her – a white girl with weird blue eyes who stood in my way and looked up at me.  There are few children in the spirit world but when there are, they are very young and really strange looking.  I told her to ‘scoot’ and walked out and turned onto the pavement.  A man with hair just like mine came striding towards me.  He was exciting because he was in jeans and a t-shirt but still in authority and as we walked passed eachother it felt like we were on the ‘same page’.  He looked like he could have been my twin brother.  Again he was not like anyone I had seen before.   I thought it might be Yeshua and felt a bit shy that I was instead supposed to have been loving Him like a brother and not so love sick chasing Him to Africa and back.

But I was right because Yeshua did show up about a week later and He out of all the angels I have seen over all these years – is even more gorgeous (Lion Of Judah blog).  He is masculine and the most handsome but yet He has an inviting mysteriousness which only a woman has but He is in no way feminine.   It’s really hard to explain because I have never experienced that in a man before and it matches the very sensation I have in my spirit when I have that longing feeling.

As real as heaven and hell are – so is the spirit world.  You can see into the spirit world with drugs or trauma.  But you can also physically enter it – that’s the big ‘scientific secret’.  I had The Holy Spirit leading me all the way through and I was surrounded by Holy angels to protect me throughout – so many times they stood in to get me through it.   They have tremendous authority.  My goal was to find Yeshua and it started with the sense of urgency that the rapture was imminent.

When we leave the Holy Spirit does too – He is the Restrainer.  And then I can only imagine that the spirit world will meet with the real world during the tribulation.  Institutions won’t have space to imprison those left behind on earth – who will be driven mad by what they experience – only camps will.

2 Kings 2:16 Do not be afraid for those who are with us are more than those who are with them