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In the early part of the 21st century, before America became engaged in the Afghanistan War, I had a night vision. I was walking in Afghanistan, through refugee camps with half-naked, shoeless, and starving children and villagers. All the while, I was being led by and was talking to a tall angel dressed in a white garment. My mother had just died in 2000, and I had been experiencing many strange dreams and phenomena? I was so happy to be in the presence of one of God's angelic creatures. We walked and talked, and I observed the pain and sufferings of the Afghan people? But I abruptly ended my experience in Afghanistan with God's angel by talking too much!!! As the angel and I were slowly walking through the countryside, I, like Peter on the Mount of Transfiguration, blustered out something stupid, something that even I, myself, did not believe. I proclaimed to the angel, in order to obtain sympathy, silly words that go like this: "Often, I encounter so many strange things-I think I'm going crazy. "Suddenly, while saying this, power emanated from the angelic being that pushed me over the mountainside and left me holding onto the cliff. I immediately woke up, with the still small voice of God echoing to my spirit man, these words, "You're not crazy-you're a Prophet. "Those words God spoke have never left my soul and spirit...Through this angelic dream and encounter, I learned not to murmur or complain or lie in the presence of God, angels, or man? For Liars will not tarry in God's sight.
