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Angel Music, Acts of the Apostles, Guardian Angel Michail, Allah says don't eat pigs, Allah blesses my oatmeal, and Islam burns the Devil

February 9, 2014 ~ Religion has moved into my life. I started out non-religious, like most people in Sweden. Sweden is mostly Lutheran Protestant Christian, but religion is completely not given to us in society or from families, unless a family happens to be particularly Christian which is unlikely in our country today, but what's more, is that Sweden today has something of a mentality where "religion is lame or embarrassing". I still haven't told most people in my life that I am becoming very religious, they would think I am embarrassing and boring.

And what's worse, I studied to become a physicist, and if you are dedicated to science, and in addition you mingle with atheists, you come to adopt a sense that religion is not only lame, but to be religious is to be dumb, stupid, to not do any thinking of your own, and to be anti-science and anti-advancements to humanity. Religious people are in science and atheism thought of as backwards and dangerous to freedom and civil rights.

But when modern un-religious life had hurt me and turned its back on me, somehow Allah found me and told me I am his daughter (and now I am crying again I can't help it). I learned to know that I have a Father who loves me and who heals me and welcomes me home and shows me a life where I can be happy and feel fulfilled and loved. But it also meant that Islam and religion is true. And that changes everything, for the better! I am walking on clouds, this world and humanity are something bright and beautiful now that I have the Angels, Jesus, and Allah to teach me! I haven't been happier.

Not only did Allah find me, and Angels and Jesus give me gifts and love and heal my life, but they have also welcomed me to do God's work. And it makes me burst in light and joy.

I have noticed, that if I go to sleep at night while a guardian Angel is in my room and watching me as I sleep, it will make me dream about music. The first time it was I who was playing a lyre harp in church when my personal Guardian Angel Razakiel watched over me. And last night as Arch Angel Michail (Michael) watched over me, I had the most vivid dream of playing the most beautiful piece of classical music on the violin. I must tell you, the Angels also love to sing! And that is not just a cliche! They typically sing their names to me and sing messages about "Rejoice!" and other lovely messages!

Angel Michail guarded over me last night when I prayed God to protect me from the dark ones. Dark beings, who I think are what Islam calls the Djinn, are after to ruin my light and I worry that they would attack other aspects of my life. Angel Michail with those blue eyes guarded me last night.

Tell them hi from me! - says the pink female Angel with brown hair, she is possibly my Angel Razakiel if I am not mistaken, she wanted me to write that here

A few days ago I was told by either the Angels or by Jesus that I need to read the Acts of the Apostles in the Bible. I have to admit I haven't read the Bible yet, but now I am tingling to! So recently I suddenly found myself picking up a small Bible and when I opened the book at random, believe it or not it landed on the Acts of the Apostles. So now I am reading it and I fall in love with the text!

The Angels or Jesus had told me to read the Acts of the Apostles "so that I would know what is expected of me". Jesus calls me one of his Apostles when I listen to him and when I write down his words. I think it's too much, we like to think of the Apostles as religious and Biblical figures, and I worry that it is blasphemy and sacrilege to call someone like me an Apostle, but it is his words.

Do not fear it with me. - says Lord Sananda Jesus now
The Apostles, there have been many. - says an Angel
You are only one out of many. - Angel says

I have stopped eating pig meat. It is because a few days ago Allah told me not to eat pig. Of course everybody knows that Muslims don't eat pig (and I think the Jews don't either?) but I was so bold as to ask Allah why I should not eat pig. I wasn't objecting to his command, I was only curious! He said that pig is impure as food for humans. Again I was bold and curious so I asked him why is it impure. Allah said that pigs eat their own feces and that makes the meat impure. He explained that what is eaten goes into the cells and changes the cells, and if we eat pig then it does something to our human cells which brings us further away from the divine state. So I am learning to say no thanks to all the pig meat I am offered to eat here in my family. I won't eat it! And I am happy with that!

I told my mother why I don't eat pig, but I didn't tell her that it was Allah who said it. I just told her I had been told "from upstairs". You see, people in my life here in Sweden feel conflicted if I tell them about my new found love for Islam or how Allah found me and saved me. Swedish people do not understand Islam, and neither did I until I learned that Allah is real. It was Allah who found me and rescued me. I am still sad every day that I do not join Islam properly. I love you Allah, even if that is not enough (even though my love for him is not enough to grace him with).

This morning I decided to bless my breakfast oatmeal with Allah. Christians say grace before they eat a meal. I wanted to thank Allah for my meal, and I also wanted my meal to be blessed and to have the Holy Spirit in it. I do not feel that I can eat regular food anymore. I need food to have that white light in it or it does not quench my thirst. I realized I did not know how to bless my meal with Allah, and all that came of it was my thought of Allah, and I begun to eat. And something fantastic happened thanks to Allah.

The food had changed, my oatmeal was no longer just oatmeal. And my hunger went away halfway through the food, so I left half of it uneaten. I felt completely nourished and satisfied. And then I was told without words that the food inside me was blessed, and I felt that it was blessed. Normally I used to never leave food on a plate uneaten, but now I had to. Allah had given me spiritual nourishment.

Then something else happened. After breakfast I felt really strange and confused for a while. I felt as if I would have stepped into a house of mirrors. I was someplace else. Something made me unable to carry on with my day, and I had to lie down on the sofa. Then I was overwhelmed with seeing and hearing the Spirit world. I was spoken to in a language that I could not understand, and it was beautiful. It was a strong spiritual experience, because I had blessed my meal with Allah.

I love you Allah, and I want to thank you for making me be born in a non-Islamic country so that I could find you, and you find me, in a way that I know you are real and I was not just told by humans to know you. I want to have you in my life Father and I don't know for how much longer I will pretend that I can walk on this Earth without you holding my hand. I am still looking into the darkness where I was born. I will listen to you and let you guide me. Please forgive me when I do wrong, I am only learning and awakening. I love you, and you saved me.

Later in the day: I wrote an email to an Islamic Center to ask them how I can read the Quran? I found on the internet a text that said that people who are not muslims are not clean enough to read the Quran, so washing would not be enough. So I am asking the Islamic Center what I could do to cleanse because I want to read the Quran. If you are wondering why I don't just go ahead and read the Quran and ignore the cleanliness requirement? It was Allah who told me that I was not clean. And if I defile the Quran while reading it, this means I will not receive its messages. The Quran is not just the words. Holy Scripture is written also without words, and if I defile it then I will have closed myself off from its source. It cannot be read, or received, by the unclean.

Unclean is not exactly an insult to humans. It sounds like it is an insult or as if it were some sort of hatred of humans, but that is not what it means. The Divine exists in a higher place, a pure and golden world, and a human who is unclean he or she exists in a lower place in which the Divine does not exist. We raise ourselves to a higher place, wherein we are with the word and presence of Allah. It is not about insults.

So I wrote the letter to the Islamic Center, and I told them also a little bit about how Allah had found me. I noticed one of the Dark Angels screaming and writhing terribly. My first thought, coming from a background of disbelief of religion, was that "huh, maybe it was true as some people say, that Islam is the Devil in disguise?" I have read that said someplace. Of course I knew of the love of Allah, but what if some people were right when they said that Islam is the Devil in disguise? Because as I was writing it the Devil was suddenly in focus, albeit he was screaming and suffering terribly, but I thought that maybe that is just the way that he is.

The dark one then came to ask me "why had I written such a letter?" He was disappointed and unhappy with me for writing to the Islamic Center. I explained to the black creature that "I had questions about religion, and I didn't want to bother you with asking them". After a while the dark being was screaming again, and I could feel a horrible pain from him, a pain like burning in fire. He was screaming and suffering terrible

Do not worry, we do this kind of thing all the time. - a benevolent light divine entity says to me about what I saw

The devil was screaming and in pain like electric shocks or fire and at the same time in my mind I could see the inside of an Islamic temple. The devil was in there and he was being burned and he suffered. "Why did you do this to me?", said the devil and his eyes had burned and everything. I apologised, I told him I was sorry, that I had not intended any battles, but I said that Allah was my Father and I Allah's daughter and I could not be asked to stay away from Islam. Islam had burned the Devil.

I don't want to give him my submission. That is why he is angry. - says Satan or some other Djinn who earlier burned in Islam, he speaks of Allah, Allah wanted his submission, and Allah is angry at this dark being

When the black creature had screamed when Allah burned and writhed him and the creature had asked me "how could I do such a thing", why had I let Allah come here, I had told the black creature that he could ask Allah for forgiveness and convert into a muslim. One of the benevolent light beings - either Jesus or an Angel - had then said that "it was not possible". It would not be possible for the black beings to convert into Islam for instance. Angels also talk about how the Fallen Angels cannot be rescued, they can not be taken back. I think it is a sad story, because like I concluded in the book "The Fallen Angels", it seems like all they ever wanted was love.

No, we wanted to eat them, that is why we came here. - says the black creature
I wish you could know what it means to be loved by Allah, and what it means to live as a loving being. You are missing out on so much. You are living in sadness, and you don't even know it. But, alas, I am not going to give away Allah or Jesus. And if that means Allah will continue to burn you, I cannot save you. I cannot abandon my Father, and not for you. - me
Don't talk to Jesus. - says the black being
Why not? He is friendly. - me
He doesn't like me, that is why. He wanted us to not sit here with you. - black creature says
Well. I will start by having Jesus and Allah in my life. If that means you will be burned, then I cannot argue or try to save you. I just want to be with Allah. - me
They make me, bleed my blood. They make me with riding crops. - black creature

Sounds like "they" beat the Djinn. With riding crops.

And they make me bleed my blood, I said! - black says
Do you have blood in you? I thought Satan said that all of his blood had been drained into the river Styx. - me

One of the belevolent entities tells me that it was the dark ones who had made my father suffer. At that point I told the dark ones to leave my home and that I would never forgive them. I have been polite to the Djinn and even been polite to Satan. I had decided not to judge these dark entities and to be civil and hope that they could be civil to me in return. But I just found out that it was they who made my father commit suicide. The dark ones are not welcome back and I will have no more tolerance or sympathy for them. Then I prayed for my father's soul. I remember that some religions say that people who commit suicide do not go to heaven. I prayed to the Angels to find his soul and to bring his soul to heaven, I said that I had enough love in me for both myself and him. I don't think I want to listen to the dark ones anymore. I don't think I want to know about them anymore. If they whisper into people's minds and play games with them and make people commit suicide, I just cannot tolerate that kind of behavior. The dark ones are no longer welcome in my home. I will tell the Angels to remove them if they try to come here again. This is unforgivable.

Later in the evening I was going to enjoy some green grapes. I decided I want to bless the food with Allah before I eat it. Food changes when it is blessed with Allah, I can feel it and even see it. When I thought of Allah and my gratitude of eating his food, I noticed that my hunger for the food went away. Just like it had with the oatmeal. Then Allah said to me:

"You should only eat it when it makes you happy, and if Allah makes you happy, you do not need it." ~ Allah, February 9, 2014, 8:00 PM

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	Encounters with Religious Figures
	Angel Music, Acts of the Apostles, Guardian Angel Michail, Allah says don't eat pigs, Allah blesses my oatmeal, and Islam burns the Devil February 9, 2014 ~ Religion has moved into my life. I started out non-religious, like most people in Sweden. Sweden is mostly Lutheran Protestant Christian, but religion is completely not given to us in society or from families, unless a family happens to be particularly Christian which is unlikely in our country today, but what's more, is that Sweden today has something of a mentality where "religion is lame or embarrassing". I still haven't told most people in my life that I am becoming very religious, they would think I am embarrassing and boring. And what's worse, I studied to become a physicist, and if you are dedicated to science, and in addition you mingle with atheists, you come to adopt a sense that religion is not only lame, but to be religious is to be dumb, stupid, to not do any thinking of your own, and to be anti-science and anti-advancements to humanity. Religious people are in science and atheism thought of as backwards and dangerous to freedom and civil rights. But when modern un-religious life had hurt me and turned its back on me, somehow Allah found me and told me I am his daughter (and now I am crying again I can't help it). I learned to know that I have a Father who loves me and who heals me and welcomes me home and shows me a life where I can be happy and feel fulfilled and loved. But it also meant that Islam and religion is true. And that changes everything, for the better! I am walking on clouds, this world and humanity are something bright and beautiful now that I have the Angels, Jesus, and Allah to teach me! I haven't been happier. Not only did Allah find me, and Angels and Jesus give me gifts and love and heal my life, but they have also welcomed me to do God's work. And it makes me burst in light and joy. I have noticed, that if I go to sleep at night while a guardian Angel is in my room and watching me as I sleep, it will make me dream about music. The first time it was I who was playing a lyre harp in church when my personal Guardian Angel Razakiel watched over me. And last night as Arch Angel Michail (Michael) watched over me, I had the most vivid dream of playing the most beautiful piece of classical music on the violin. I must tell you, the Angels also love to sing! And that is not just a cliche! They typically sing their names to me and sing messages about "Rejoice!" and other lovely messages! Angel Michail guarded over me last night when I prayed God to protect me from the dark ones. Dark beings, who I think are what Islam calls the Djinn, are after to ruin my light and I worry that they would attack other aspects of my life. Angel Michail with those blue eyes guarded me last night. Tell them hi from me! - says the pink female Angel with brown hair, she is possibly my Angel Razakiel if I am not mistaken, she wanted me to write that here A few days ago I was told by either the Angels or by Jesus that I need to read the Acts of the Apostles in the Bible. I have to admit I haven't read the Bible yet, but now I am tingling to! So recently I suddenly found myself picking up a small Bible and when I opened the book at random, believe it or not it landed on the Acts of the Apostles. So now I am reading it and I fall in love with the text! The Angels or Jesus had told me to read the Acts of the Apostles "so that I would know what is expected of me". Jesus calls me one of his Apostles when I listen to him and when I write down his words. I think it's too much, we like to think of the Apostles as religious and Biblical figures, and I worry that it is blasphemy and sacrilege to call someone like me an Apostle, but it is his words. Do not fear it with me. - says Lord Sananda Jesus now The Apostles, there have been many. - says an Angel You are only one out of many. - Angel says I have stopped eating pig meat. It is because a few days ago Allah told me not to eat pig. Of course everybody knows that Muslims don't eat pig (and I think the Jews don't either?) but I was so bold as to ask Allah why I should not eat pig. I wasn't objecting to his command, I was only curious! He said that pig is impure as food for humans. Again I was bold and curious so I asked him why is it impure. Allah said that pigs eat their own feces and that makes the meat impure. He explained that what is eaten goes into the cells and changes the cells, and if we eat pig then it does something to our human cells which brings us further away from the divine state. So I am learning to say no thanks to all the pig meat I am offered to eat here in my family. I won't eat it! And I am happy with that! I told my mother why I don't eat pig, but I didn't tell her that it was Allah who said it. I just told her I had been told "from upstairs". You see, people in my life here in Sweden feel conflicted if I tell them about my new found love for Islam or how Allah found me and saved me. Swedish people do not understand Islam, and neither did I until I learned that Allah is real. It was Allah who found me and rescued me. I am still sad every day that I do not join Islam properly. I love you Allah, even if that is not enough (even though my love for him is not enough to grace him with). This morning I decided to bless my breakfast oatmeal with Allah. Christians say grace before they eat a meal. I wanted to thank Allah for my meal, and I also wanted my meal to be blessed and to have the Holy Spirit in it. I do not feel that I can eat regular food anymore. I need food to have that white light in it or it does not quench my thirst. I realized I did not know how to bless my meal with Allah, and all that came of it was my thought of Allah, and I begun to eat. And something fantastic happened thanks to Allah. The food had changed, my oatmeal was no longer just oatmeal. And my hunger went away halfway through the food, so I left half of it uneaten. I felt completely nourished and satisfied. And then I was told without words that the food inside me was blessed, and I felt that it was blessed. Normally I used to never leave food on a plate uneaten, but now I had to. Allah had given me spiritual nourishment. Then something else happened. After breakfast I felt really strange and confused for a while. I felt as if I would have stepped into a house of mirrors. I was someplace else. Something made me unable to carry on with my day, and I had to lie down on the sofa. Then I was overwhelmed with seeing and hearing the Spirit world. I was spoken to in a language that I could not understand, and it was beautiful. It was a strong spiritual experience, because I had blessed my meal with Allah. I love you Allah, and I want to thank you for making me be born in a non-Islamic country so that I could find you, and you find me, in a way that I know you are real and I was not just told by humans to know you. I want to have you in my life Father and I don't know for how much longer I will pretend that I can walk on this Earth without you holding my hand. I am still looking into the darkness where I was born. I will listen to you and let you guide me. Please forgive me when I do wrong, I am only learning and awakening. I love you, and you saved me. Later in the day: I wrote an email to an Islamic Center to ask them how I can read the Quran? I found on the internet a text that said that people who are not muslims are not clean enough to read the Quran, so washing would not be enough. So I am asking the Islamic Center what I could do to cleanse because I want to read the Quran. If you are wondering why I don't just go ahead and read the Quran and ignore the cleanliness requirement? It was Allah who told me that I was not clean. And if I defile the Quran while reading it, this means I will not receive its messages. The Quran is not just the words. Holy Scripture is written also without words, and if I defile it then I will have closed myself off from its source. It cannot be read, or received, by the unclean. Unclean is not exactly an insult to humans. It sounds like it is an insult or as if it were some sort of hatred of humans, but that is not what it means. The Divine exists in a higher place, a pure and golden world, and a human who is unclean he or she exists in a lower place in which the Divine does not exist. We raise ourselves to a higher place, wherein we are with the word and presence of Allah. It is not about insults. So I wrote the letter to the Islamic Center, and I told them also a little bit about how Allah had found me. I noticed one of the Dark Angels screaming and writhing terribly. My first thought, coming from a background of disbelief of religion, was that "huh, maybe it was true as some people say, that Islam is the Devil in disguise?" I have read that said someplace. Of course I knew of the love of Allah, but what if some people were right when they said that Islam is the Devil in disguise? Because as I was writing it the Devil was suddenly in focus, albeit he was screaming and suffering terribly, but I thought that maybe that is just the way that he is. The dark one then came to ask me "why had I written such a letter?" He was disappointed and unhappy with me for writing to the Islamic Center. I explained to the black creature that "I had questions about religion, and I didn't want to bother you with asking them". After a while the dark being was screaming again, and I could feel a horrible pain from him, a pain like burning in fire. He was screaming and suffering terrible Do not worry, we do this kind of thing all the time. - a benevolent light divine entity says to me about what I saw The devil was screaming and in pain like electric shocks or fire and at the same time in my mind I could see the inside of an Islamic temple. The devil was in there and he was being burned and he suffered. "Why did you do this to me?", said the devil and his eyes had burned and everything. I apologised, I told him I was sorry, that I had not intended any battles, but I said that Allah was my Father and I Allah's daughter and I could not be asked to stay away from Islam. Islam had burned the Devil. I don't want to give him my submission. That is why he is angry. - says Satan or some other Djinn who earlier burned in Islam, he speaks of Allah, Allah wanted his submission, and Allah is angry at this dark being When the black creature had screamed when Allah burned and writhed him and the creature had asked me "how could I do such a thing", why had I let Allah come here, I had told the black creature that he could ask Allah for forgiveness and convert into a muslim. One of the benevolent light beings - either Jesus or an Angel - had then said that "it was not possible". It would not be possible for the black beings to convert into Islam for instance. Angels also talk about how the Fallen Angels cannot be rescued, they can not be taken back. I think it is a sad story, because like I concluded in the book "The Fallen Angels", it seems like all they ever wanted was love. No, we wanted to eat them, that is why we came here. - says the black creature I wish you could know what it means to be loved by Allah, and what it means to live as a loving being. You are missing out on so much. You are living in sadness, and you don't even know it. But, alas, I am not going to give away Allah or Jesus. And if that means Allah will continue to burn you, I cannot save you. I cannot abandon my Father, and not for you. - me Don't talk to Jesus. - says the black being Why not? He is friendly. - me He doesn't like me, that is why. He wanted us to not sit here with you. - black creature says Well. I will start by having Jesus and Allah in my life. If that means you will be burned, then I cannot argue or try to save you. I just want to be with Allah. - me They make me, bleed my blood. They make me with riding crops. - black creature Sounds like "they" beat the Djinn. With riding crops. And they make me bleed my blood, I said! - black says Do you have blood in you? I thought Satan said that all of his blood had been drained into the river Styx. - me One of the belevolent entities tells me that it was the dark ones who had made my father suffer. At that point I told the dark ones to leave my home and that I would never forgive them. I have been polite to the Djinn and even been polite to Satan. I had decided not to judge these dark entities and to be civil and hope that they could be civil to me in return. But I just found out that it was they who made my father commit suicide. The dark ones are not welcome back and I will have no more tolerance or sympathy for them. Then I prayed for my father's soul. I remember that some religions say that people who commit suicide do not go to heaven. I prayed to the Angels to find his soul and to bring his soul to heaven, I said that I had enough love in me for both myself and him. I don't think I want to listen to the dark ones anymore. I don't think I want to know about them anymore. If they whisper into people's minds and play games with them and make people commit suicide, I just cannot tolerate that kind of behavior. The dark ones are no longer welcome in my home. I will tell the Angels to remove them if they try to come here again. This is unforgivable. Later in the evening I was going to enjoy some green grapes. I decided I want to bless the food with Allah before I eat it. Food changes when it is blessed with Allah, I can feel it and even see it. When I thought of Allah and my gratitude of eating his food, I noticed that my hunger for the food went away. Just like it had with the oatmeal. Then Allah said to me: "You should only eat it when it makes you happy, and if Allah makes you happy, you do not need it." ~ Allah, February 9, 2014, 8:00 PM Return to Blogs