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There are the “haves” and the “have-nots” in the world of seeing angels, demons, and talking to dead relatives, friends, or strangers. There – I said it. Many of us have had our own encounters, but we are too afraid to share them with others for fear of seeming, well – crazy or a religious freak.

I have had the fortunate experience of my own angel lift. I was at a camp for troubled kids in San Francisco years ago. As a counselor, I had to be present with the junior high girls at all times to protect them from anything. I even had to escort them from the cabin to the restroom down one flight of stairs and stand outside their stall door. After a week of not getting more than a few hours of sleep and experiencing physical fatigue by walking up and down the hills and a few flights of stairs several times a day, it finally happened. We were all down the hill eating breakfast when someone asked me to go up the hill to get a girl’s sleeping bag that she had used the bathroom in and bring it back down in seven minutes to wash it. At first, I envisioned climbing Mt. Everest and then responded that I would do my best before they were dismissed to go back to their cabins.

On the way up Mt. Everest, my legs grew extremely tired. I could barely move and pulled my jeans up by the legs to take a step. I reminded myself to pray for help to get up there so that poor girl wouldn’t be humiliated. Before I finished my prayer, I felt a lift off the road, and I was suddenly speeding up the hill. Trees were flying by me – sort of in a flash forward movement. Seconds later, I was retrieving the sleeping bag and went rushing down the hill. I had made the trip in five minutes! I was absolutely dazed because of the speed of the incident. The woman who had asked me to go looked shocked that I had returned so fast, so I told her, “I think I just had some help from some friends.” I hadn’t processed it all yet, and it wasn’t until later that I rationally attempted its meaning.

I have been saved from endless near accidents all of my life and have many more to share, but this one stunned me once I relived I, I can still remember the feeling of being lifted off the ground and propelled forward. That’s why I call it my “Angel Lift.” I must have some very buff angels. 🙂

Since then, I have heard endless stories of my students’ visits from dead relatives who tell them to make sure they study in school and behave. Many had appearances when they were nine years old. Interesting fact, huh? Some say that their grandmothers appear to them and encourage them, strangers (adults and children) “appear” in their houses to walk around or to scare them, shadows fly around the walls and go into their TV’s before they turn off, faces appear in pictures or mirrors, children appear in their bedrooms to talk to them, but others tell me about demonic appearances with bloody faces.

The demonic appearances are terrifying to my students, but they are counterparts to the more positive appearances. One boy shared with me how he looked outside his kitchen window one night and saw a demon. He walked outside the back door to get a better look and the demon threatened him. Another student’s bad-seed cousin who had died violently appeared at their house. He was dressed in black, had a black hood and red eyes; he said some unkind things to them before he left. Still others have mentioned how they have had their priests come to their house and cleanse it.

And yes, I have even had my own demonic presence a few feet from my front door one night. It was about 10 feet tall, hairy, and had red eyes. My daughter and I were about to enter our front door when something magnetized both our heads at the same time and caused our heads to turn its way. I saw it, but my daughter didn’t.  I confronted it and said, “Oh, no! Not in this house. We have angels all around our house!” I wanted to say more, but I opened the door and got my daughter in quickly. I know that I have the force with me, and I would have dealt with it more, but it left. Hint to the demons – I am a Christian Texan, so don’t mess with me! I have the force with me!

So, the questions for many people are simply, “Did you really see them or not? Was it just a projected memory? Was it because you have seen too many scary movies? Did you just WANT to see them and thought you did?” Having read the Bible, I do know that Satan and his angels are roaming the earth to try to get as many followers as he can to drag them into eternity with him, but there are also many angelic experiences and loving incidents with relatives who have passed and send touching messages or make themselves known in some form or fashion. I have more where that comment came from, but those will be saved for another day.

While I wanted this blog to be about writing, there are some days when experiences I share with my students cross another path because of a topic or theme we are discussing at school. I am trained to teach the Common Core Curriculum from bell to bell, but there are moments when my students are bubbling over and need to share a slice of life.  Living relatives tell them that they are crazy, but 1/3 of my students have had at least one experience with angelic, demonic, or relatives’ presences. To see or not to see: Is that the question of the day? No, I believe we need to share and let share because these moments terrify or comfort many who pass us by on a daily basis. While middle school students are struggling to find their own identity, many adults refuse to face theirs and lock memories inside until the pressure cooker explodes to relieve it.

God bless us all as we strive to survive being human aliens on this planet. I know this is not our home, but I do believe we need to make the best of it as we live our daily lives. Love to all!

~Manelli Bochelli~