Pray for All Children

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I had the most disturbing dream. I feel if I don’t get it out my head it will bother me more. I always believe that dreams are messages from the astral. I can’t remember much, as dreams sometimes go… its like watching a story in a fog.

There was this woman speaking to me. I couldn’t see her and all I could hear was her voice. She was telling the story of all these children that had been hurt and needed help. I couldn’t really understand and she didn’t want to show persay because it was too horrible. But the dream start illustrating characters like drawings and there was illustrated man who was very big and he had two very small children. One was toddler age, because the child could stand on their own and the other was on the other side sitting. They were what looked like a square boxing ring inside an empty warehouse?? I’m no sure.

the rest of this “cartoon” is disturbing be warned.

He then pulled a huge blade and began stabbing the toddler. 😭 He stabbed the child in the head while the sitting baby watched. I’m not sure if he did it to the baby because naturally I tried to wake from this horrible dream. I thought “what is this?!” and the female voice came back to me and said, “There are many children , pray for them.”

I had the most helpless feeling. Like why?! Who? Where? But I remember how my mother would pray a prayer of protection around me anytime I would go out to school (and if my friends came over she’d pray over them too) . I tell everyone the angels don’t intervene UNLESS we ask for their help. What we can’t do physically in our own bodies we can influence in the spiritual and ask our spiritual helpers to intervene.

So today, I pray and ask you to pray for children in your neighborhood (your circle of influence) that you don’t even know. You don’t have to be physically present but there may be some kid around some real demented adults. There may be some kid that doesn’t know about love and has only experienced pain, abuse , and death. Today… pray for those kids. Asé

What We Don’t Know About the Angels

Whatsup guys,

It’s been a while since I’ve done a blog entry and with my new novel almost done I thought that I would start giving some background on the subject matter of my novels regarding “the angels” or whatever we want to call them. Most people envision or have been taught that angels are some type of spiritual, whispy, ethereal beings that go unseen. But of course, the angels in my books are very corporeal but have the ability to “shape shift” if need be. Some can even have sex and have children.

Is this far from the imagination? No… not if we look deeper into Genesis 6:2  . Then we add on the countless mythological stories of “gods” taking women and having children who end up being demigods. Perhaps they aren’t as “spiritual” as we may think they are.

Hollywood nods to the stories of this being through fiction. Superman, Wonder Woman, and Batman all resemble Greek gods Apollo…the sun god (Superman gets his power from the sun, Athena goddess of wisdom and war (Wonder woman has her lasso of truth), and Hades the God of the underworld (the Dark Knight). We can go even further with Aquaman (Poseidon), and Flash (Mercury).


I have found that these angelic beings are in other religions but go by different names. In recent times many people have done more and more research on the Sumerian god pantheon because they were the first civilization to start writing. We can only assume the Hebrews, Egyptians, and Babylonians all developed their stories of “God(s)” from them. All of which has influenced our modern day religions like Christianity, Islam, Judaism, Hinduism, Catholicism, Santeria, Voodoo, Yoruba etc.

Is God in the heavens somewhere? Is the Devil underground in hell? Are they simply a different species of human that live longer than us and have access to different meta-technology? (whoops went too fast for your mind)

Let’s back up. 

There are house cats then there are lions. What if humanity is the domestic housecats and what we see as “Gods” are the lions? (with a bobcat here and there). What if they have levels of powers that we can also have access too but some of them would rather keep us blind to our own abilities as humans?

Think about it…


Here’s an old video I did back in the day on the same topic:

Sunday Snippet 2: Sons of Heaven


It was a couple of days after Christmas and I was waiting for Haadiyah back at my apartment in the Dallas. Antonio stayed with Dad and I promised I would check in periodically to let them know I was okay. Fortunately, Haadiyah told me that her team of demon hunters congregated somewhere in city limits. I was both excited and nervous. My experience with demons was minimal at the least but yet in still I had experience of what they were capable of. I packed a few clothes into my backpack. I would stay at their headquarters for as long as I needed to learn everything they had to teach me. Haadiyah was a normal human in every way and she appeared fearless when talking about demon hunting. The training that Valerie taught her must have been profound. I figured that Valerie had filled the void of her mother and because of that, Haadiyah felt a responsibility to try to save her.

There was a knock at my door. I looked at the time on my cellphone. “Hmm, early.”

I opened the door and Jason smiled back at me. “ You didn’t think I just let you go at this alone did you?” Jason wasn’t quite as human. He was the alter-ego of my own personal guardian angel, Shariel. Of course Shariel couldn’t just around in full angel glory, freaking people out so he assumed a Clark Kent-like persona as Jason Juarez.

“Hey Jason, so are you here to babysit me,” I sarcastically commented. Jason walked in and patted my shoulder.

“I’ve been babysitting you longer than you realize, Homie.”

“Well, if you’re watching me how can you keep an eye on Antonio? We are twins.”

“I’m attached to both of you, If either one of you are in trouble I can sense it. I would feel more comfortable tagging along with you though, since you don’t have the privilege of having supernatural strength like Antonio.” He had a point.

“Well, I don’t want them asking too many questions about you following me around. Can’t you assume another form that’s not so–I dunno, obvious?” I asked Jason. Jason eyes moved from side to side in thought.

“Perhaps something smaller.” Jason stretched his arms out and the pupils of his eyes began to glow white. Energy emitted around and through his body until I could no longer see the details in his face. I shielded my eyes but continued to try to witness this transformation. There was nothing but a sphere of light before me. It shrunk down slower and slower until it was almost small enough to fit in my hand. As the light dissipated, a shape of something emitted from the light. I squinted to make out the shape. The cutest hamster scampered to my feet. .

“Is this decent?” Jason, the hamster squeaked. It seemed that I could translate whatever he squeaked out into actual english.

I took his little furry body into my hands and giggled, “Yeah this is perfect. I’ll just put you in my jacket pocket.”

“Okay, just don’t crush me!” I gently guided the furry little angelic hamster into the inside pocket of my jacket. The door knocked again.

“That has to be Haadiyah,” I said outloud. I opened the the door and my younger sister peered up at me.

“You packed?” She marched in and looked around. I traveled light mostly. I grabbed my backpack and duffel bag from behind the door. She nodded in approval. She grabbed my duffel and proceeded to put it in the trunk of the black shiny SUV she arrived in.

“Nice, do you guys make money from demon hunting,” I wondered. She side-eyed me while she secured the back door of the SUV.

“Some people donate for our services, but we keep funded a number of ways.” She left it at that. There was more to this group than she wanted to tell but that was okay. I knew if there was something to know, that I could discover it. We drove about thirty minutes through the city to what looked like an abandoned warehouse area on the far south side of the city . It was a sketchy area and it was well into the evening so that didn’t make me feel any better. She parked next to a warehouse by an abandoned railroad track. “We’re here. Follow me,” Haadiyah said.

Sunday Snippet: Sons of Heaven

For those don’t know… I’m a published author. I have links to my books on my web blog. I’m currently working on a new novel. It’s taken me quite longer, ya know living life, collecting info, figuring out different ways to tell a story. I decided I would share bits and pieces for those that haven’t read my material. Maybe if pieces of past novels so here’s a bit from the new novel… enjoy.

“You’re my father,” Haadiyah said to my dad. It was an unexpected Christmas present and we were all shocked to say the very least. Haadiyah Musaddiq was seventeen, two years younger than me, and beautiful long black braided hair. Her eyes were stern like Dad’s
“See I told you Dad wasn’t all that innocent,” Antonio, my twin, said to me shaking his head. Dad’s face froze. I didn’t need my empathetic power to see what he was thinking or feeling. It was obvious.
“Wha-,” he clambered for words, “how?” The scene was all too familiar. My dad, Anthony Turner, unexpectedly walked back into my life after my mother passed away in a car wreck. They lived apart of years to separately raise me and my brother. They did it to protect us; from what you ask? A fallen angel has been tormenting my family for years. Now before you close this book and walk away screaming I will let you know I have written other books to explain my past so I won’t go too much into it. The reason why there has been so much supernatural occurrences in my family is because I’m not your typical college student. My mother was a half blood. Her father is this fallen angel and since my birth he has been trying to use me and Antonio for his own twisted agenda.
“Sabia… that’s my mother,” Haadiyah explained. Sabia met my dad years ago when he started writing.
“Oh my god, Sabia,” Anthony placed his hands over his mouth as if to stop what might have escaped, “She helped edit a lot of my work”
“Looks like she helped with a little more than that,” Antonio commented. Antonio and Dad always butted heads. Dad was always on his case about going to church and living right and this, in Antonio’s mind, confirmed Anthony’s hypocrisy.
“My mother was seeing someone else at the time as well,” Haadiyah added, “They ended up getting married and she continued to keep her secret. She didn’t reveal the truth to me until after he was killed last year.”
“I’m sorry,” I said relating to her pain. I was all too familiar with family secrets. It seemed that family was built on them and now, Haadiyah walked into our lives, revealing to Anthony that he was her father and propositioned me.
“Have you decided yet what you’re going to do? I don’t have all day and I have to go on with or without you, “ she demanded. I could tell she wasn’t from Texas, she had a very northern attitude and spoke very quickly not typical of southerners who spoke slower. Her dark hair was braided securely in one long tail and she was dressed in dusty jeans and a leather jacket typical of a biker. Dad had already presented his discrepancies about me joining the demon hunting ranks because he had lost my mother to supernatural beings. I wasn’t sure if he even trusted Haadiyah fully but she didn’t seem to care her focus was me. I knew he was against the whole idea and wanted me to live a so call “normal life” . But I wasn’t normal. I had angel blood flowing through my veins and because of that, I was bestowed with special abilities. I could hear the thoughts of people clear as day as well as their emotions. Sometimes it got so difficult I couldn’t discern between my own thoughts and theres. I guess you could say I sort of “melted” into people. Their memories became my own. Their angers, fears, and joys intertwined with mine at a mere touch. With my twin brother it was so powerful that a lot of my dreams were just me watching life through his eyes. The only dark side to my gifts that has scared me was that if I focused, I could almost rip a person’s soul from their very body.
All in all I was still learning how to use these “gifts”. They only started maturing when I was seventeen. But since then, every time I practiced it would attract a parasite to attack me and my family. Haadiyah paced the floor waiting for my answer.
“So you need me my abilities to find your rogue hunter.”
“Not just any hunter,” Haadiyah explained, “Valerie Larue, she was friends with your mother in college. She used to be a witch, heavy into the occult, and she knows demons. She was the one who taught me and the rest of the team that you will meet later.

Humans ARE a TYPE of Angel

Okay, go with me for a second. This is a theory of mine that I came up with while talking to one of my friends. But let’s back up for a second.

Some people lump all angels into one BIG ass classification.

But just like humans have different nationalities, races, social classes, and functions; ANGELS have distinctions amongst themselves.

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Could it be possible, that humans are simply a class of angel but a younger version? In a family, the younger child seems to be more spoiled, always forgiven, loves attention, and either very protected or very tortured by the elder siblings. [picapp src=”0158/1ab7d60b-879c-49b4-b482-78ce2d60793e.jpg” align=”left” width=”234″ height=”351″ /]The ELDEST siblings tend to have the most responsibility and the MIDDLE sibling tries to keep the peace.

for my skeptical christian friends: Psalm 8:5 and Psalm 82:6

…but as I was sayin’

Could it be that the spiritual influence we feel, the legends and myths we tell, and the power we express as humans simply a signal of our connection with much larger universal family?[picapp src=”0308/0000308584.jpg” width=”234″ height=”299″ /]

If this is true, then as the youngest sibling, HUMANITY is about to develop to it’s NEXT STAGE. HUMANITY is about to learn HOW TO TRULY BECOME DIVINE.

What are Nephilim?

Ok…so I realize that while I write stories about the fallen angels, there are a good number of people who are oblivious of who the nephilim are. [picapp src=”0197/a2dfe99f-6f28-4b1e-b508-9b1508862054.jpg” width=”438″ height=”389″ /]

So I will give you a crash course real quick so that if you get my books you know a little background .  Nephilim were  a  TYPE of  angel…Nephe  meaning “fallen”  or perhaps earth bound.
In the bible, Genesis chapter 6 there’s a small scripture that refers to these beings.

1 And after that men began to be multiplied upon the earth, and daughters were born to them, 2 The sons of God seeing the daughters of men, that they were fair, took to themselves wives of all which they chose.

Now while many christians believe the flood came about because of human unfaithfulness, in actuality the stories of the nephilim talk of them marrying women that caused great havok in the world. [picapp src=”0206/9d957154-a851-4e54-b39e-aa6b616d64d7.jpg” width=”412″ height=”414″ /]Their children ended up being giants and hybrids and some were blood thirsty. The angels that had married these women also taught men the art of war weaponry and black magick. Because all havok had broken lose , The Elohim decided to wipe mankind out and start over.
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So how did i get all that from that little scripture? I had to cross reference with the apocryphal book of Enoch to get this info. Before all the devout Christians out there refuse to read this…it was said t be apart of the bible and many times it’s quoted from in the new Testament. So if you wanna know a little more about the angels I suggest you start there and read Enoch.
order on amazon…or watch some of it real quick:

As a side note I am not promoting anyone’s religion but I want to inspire a few of you to study some cool info and delve just a little deeper about the angels. Oh yeah, the Nephilim are still here. More to come later…

-Montré Bible