Chapter 1: The near-death experience
Marine Sha Weed died and encountered a horrifying demon rescued by Archangel Michael. To recount, on a break from the Marines and relaxing, chilling with two Marine buddies, one a corporal, the other an S2 intelligence agent, Weed and his friends were goofing around, taking pictures of a noose that was placed over his neck when caught from behind by one of the men, who thought it would be even funnier to tighten the noose a bit. Weed was suddenly unable to inhale. Unbeknown to his colleagues, who had snapped a few photographs of the gag and thought Weed was prolonging the stunt, he was anything but. Weed found himself unable to breathe.
Desperate, the marine had tried to loosen the noose, strangling him. that proved impossible. Suddenly, he found himself there in the room, but in an entirely new way, now staring at his own body in the same room as his marine buddies, who took an appallingly long while to notice that he was unconscious and in trouble. His spirit had left his body. with equal the suddenness. Weed next found himself out of the room, and in a totally unfamiliar otherworldly place, with darkness so
Chapter 2: Arrival in the void
thick and solid black it nearly had a texture, a vast region or plain that seemed to have no ground or floor, and yet with something that he was standing on, like air, but hard, a place he didn't recognize at all, no light, no wind, no sound, standing on nothing, as if in a giant warehouse. The only light was a dim light coming from his own form. He felt stuck despite trying to stride forward to find an exit. I had no clue. He says where I was.
I began to realize that I was standing in between two parallel planes that stretch on forever. And there are no walls. There are no doors. There are no windows. I'm trapped in between these two parallel planes. And there's no way out. From that point, I became very scared. But
Chapter 3: Encounter with a demon
before I could even think of another thought, I was snatched off of my feet by a very, very large demon. And of course, for me, I didn't know what had happened. It was like getting hit by a truck and having no clue that it was ever coming. This thing had come upon me so fast and caught me with such complete surprise and was so big, I can't possibly begin to describe what it feels like to be in the grips of something that big. I had this shooting pain from my head to my feet like a bolt of electricity but not stopping.
And I had this pounding sensation, this hurting pounding sensation from my left shoulder. And I saw these fingers that came down to roughly to the bottom of my chest. The depth of its hands went from the side of my neck the breadth of my shoulder. That was the width of its hand. The color of its skin was black and red. I don't know if it was red with black shadows moving across it or red with a black oily substance like a cloud moving beneath the skin.
So, it makes it have a perception of moving while standing still like the sky with clouds moving. I was watching these giant red fingers with blackness moving through them. And this thing was crushing my left shoulder. This thing had me and was just smiling at me, waiting for me to look at it. When I looked over my shoulder, this thing was grotesque. It sounds even crazier, but it was like 13 ft tall.
Anything you want to know in this place, you can ask it in your mind and the answer is given to you. And when I thought how big it was, 13 ft came to me. All I know it was huge, ripped through with muscles, no hair, no beard, just completely hairless and humanoid in shape. Two legs, two arms, one mouth, one nose, two ears. The differences were this. Where our eyes are white, they were yellow. And where our irises are green or blue or brown, its irises were gold and diamond shaped like a snakes.
It had a really wide flat nose and gleaming white teeth, perfectly shaped like a humans. The only thing strange about the teeth is where we have the canines. It had two tusks coming out of its mouth like a boar, a wild pig. The thing picked me up like I weighed nothing to it, and it was taking me along for a ride. I only looked at its face for a second. That's all it took. As a man, I'm not afraid of any other man on the face of this earth.
I will fight any man. I don't care how much bigger they are than me. But this thing, there was no fighting it. It was far too big. It was like it weighed 3 or4,000 lb. You could take one of me and put another on top of me and you still wouldn't be as tall. This thing had me by the shoulder and was moving at a very fast velocity. It felt like a 100 m an hour and it had complete control. There was nothing, nothing at all I could do to get away.
I had seen that face for only a second and it was enough to scare me. I'm pretty sure it would scare anyone. All hope drained from me. It seemed like it was all over. I think that the strength of hope is with God. And without God and any hope, you don't really have a reason to live and to fight. And you don't have any strength whatsoever. Without hope, you don't have strength. After hope left me, it was taking me wherever it wanted to take me.
The thought came to me that we were headed from the outer darkness toward the fiery part, the fire and brimstone of hell. This confused me. I was no saint. I was indifferent. Or what the Bible says about being lukewarm. I drank like a fish many nights and smoked some cigarettes, slept around, who knows what else, but I didn't consider myself a bad person. I was no murderer. I'd never molested a child.
I occasionally went to church. And so, I found it mortally appalling that I was being taken to hell by a towering demon. Fantasy like a comic book drama. If so, it's one that makes this tough-l lookinging marine weep at several junctures. That crying begins when he describes how he was rescued by an angel. I was just an average guy. I never pictured myself as bad as I thought of such things. I saw a pin prick of light.
As I was thinking
Chapter 4: Intervention of the angel
this to myself that I'm not such a bad guy. That's when that light appeared, he says, and I looked up at it like a star far off in the night sky, something so tiny and insignificant and far away that it couldn't possibly help me. Then it moved off to the left a little bit and went back to the right. It moved and I wondered, "What is that?" And I began focusing on it and it came rushing at me like the only way I could describe it.
The speed of this thing was like a bolt of lightning. It came to me so fast that one second it was just a tiny little star in the night sky and the next there was blinding white light and his hand was reaching down to me and it was an angel. Here he begins to weep. My hand just reached up and grabbed this hand. My reflex was just to grab this hand. And as soon as I touched this hand, all three of us were motionless and standing on this ground that you can't see.
This beast, this demon, still had me by the shoulder. And instinctively, I knew to stand still because I knew if I moved, it would have ripped my shoulder and arm off and beaten me with it. It was just that massively strong. There was something in me telling me, "Don't move. Don't move." I was just standing there looking up at this angel and this angel was like 9 ft 6 in tall and had brown wavy hair pushed to the back and had olive colored skin.
It wasn't really white. It wasn't really black. It was somewhere in between, but the light that was emanating from within it was so bright white that it practically overshadowed the color of its skin. I say it because it wasn't really a he or a she, although the body was shaped like a he, like a male. And when you looked at its face, it's like the most handsome man you have ever seen combined with the most beautiful woman you have ever seen.
I mean, when you look at this angel, you think, "Wow, he is beautiful." I know this is a funny thing to say. In the vernacular, a man is handsome and a woman is beautiful. But this angel was just beautiful. Its eyes were blue. I mean, perfect blue. If someone took a piece of the sky and put it in its eyes, or a cup from the ocean and put it in its eyes, there were no flaws in them, just perfect, just beautiful.
He was shaped like a man with a chest and strong arms and an Adam's apple. A strong man, more like a fitness trainer. Strong, not bodybuilder strong like the demon with muscles popping from where they shouldn't be. But you can tell this angel was there to fight. And he had on a white robe cut in a V-neck in the front and gold along the edge of his collar, like embroidered. And this robe was kind of like a white Roman tunic that came just before below his knees and elbows.
And I was just blown away by it. I'm looking up at it and blown away by its brightness and beauty, and at the same time frozen in place, and you could feel the anger from the demon-like heat, and it looked around to see what had stopped it. It turned around and was ready to fight. Make no mistake, this demon was ready to get down in the worst
Chapter 5: Archangel Michael's rescue
way. But as it whipped around, this angel speed was just incredible. And he just rushed forward and with open palm hit this demon and had to angle his arm upwards at about the height of its head to hit this demon in the chest. And he hit this demon with such power. I can't describe the fierceness of it, the power of this angelic being. He hit this demon with such force that its hand was literally ripped from my shoulder and the demon had no clue what had hit him.
By the time the demon turned its head, it was already hit. And this demon was hit with such force that it literally folded up and flew backward. The angel then called me by a long mystical name. He called me this name to let me know more or less that I still had a chance to make it into heaven. That I had a heavenly name and that I squandered it. I wasted it. And if this had been my ultimate time, that's where I would have stayed.
When he called me this long name, it was a feeling of homecom. The name was just as quickly removed from his memory. He looked at me and began to speak at me. And his voice was like a waterfall. If a waterfall could speak like a rushing sound, I understood it was converting my understanding to understanding his language. He didn't descend down to my broken language of English. He elevated me up to understand his language, and he looked at me and said, "Hello, my name is Michael Weed weeps again."
I immediately knew this was the archangel of the Bible. The demon was trying to get back and the angel gave me a saddened look and he said, "Your time has not yet come. It's time for you to go. Immediately I was back in my body. As immediately as I had left, I opened my eyes. I came back to
Chapter 6: Return and life reflection
life. There I was back in the room with my friends lying on the sofa they had placed me on. It took 20 minutes to recover the use of my body as they tried to revive me successfully, happily. Reed's message. Devote life to God as much as you possibly can. It's not enough to say you believe. You must believe. It's not enough to not be a killer or an abuser. You must be holy. If that makes a Bible thumping Christian, so be it, says the Marine.
I'd rather be a Bible thumping Christian than in the middle because I know where that gets you. Revelation 3:20. We don't realize the reality of the place. I was at the doorstep of hell. I know for certain that it does exist because that's where before Archangel Michael came, it was taking me.
