January 13th 2009 just before 8:00 am
Before I woke I was in a terrible situation being confronted with a Giant devil as I believed him to be. I was being attacked by a huge male who seemed to be in his late 30's, who stood around 7 to 8 feet tall. He was bare chested and muscular. Not overly muscular but he was massive with a bald head. He was coming at me in a very threatening manner carrying a weapon. It was a throwing device that was black like a little wheel but around the edges there were sharp metal blades that projected outward. It was a weapon he used to throw like a Shakram designed to slice up an opponent as it whirled around at their body. He came at me without mercy but I didn't run, I don't know why I stood to fight but I felt God was with me as I prepared to fight him even though I was bare headed. I was kicking and throwing punches at him but he was like a wall and he kept coming at me and I couldn't knock him back. And I was afraid but I was determined to not be defeated by this devil. He had a smaller demon with him who appeared as a female. A short woman dressed in a militaristic Officers Uniform. She came up on his left side first and tried to attack me as well but I suddenly held my hand up and I formed a ball of kinetic energy in my hand and threw it at her knocking her back with a burst and I yelled at her to "Butt out!"
I felt she had no right to intervene and also to me it was wrong for her to try and fight me when she could see I was already in battle with another. But she came back around from his right side and as she came at me I yelled at her; "God rebuke you!" And I gave her a kick, but I didn't hit her that hard. However in that moment something yanked her violently back and she was pulled far away from the fight. Now this larger Male threw his weapon and it came at my legs and it did slice both of my legs just below my knees in two slightly horizontal slits that cut into my shins through my pants. His weapon flew around me and I avoided getting hit with it worse. But it did cut me in my right arm but it wasn't seriously cut. I heard him laugh and say; "I'm going to slice you up!" I looked down at my shins and saw the blood on my pants where the slices were. And I thought, as long as I can still stand it would be alright and I could still fight. So I looked up at him and decided to fight on and be brave. He threw his weapon again but this time I decided to try and catch it and use it on him. So I jumped up and I did catch it. It did hurt my hand to hold it because it had blades all around it's edges but even if the blades cut into my hand I wasn't going to let it go.
I was very determine to stop him somehow so I suddenly stepped forward and swinging the weapon at his chest I slashed two large criss cross slices into his torso in the shape of a large "X" but as I finished this it occurred to me to try using a cross. So I came back with two more slashes over the "X" slices. And I carved a large Cross † right over his chest. The vertical slice came down over his abdomen. And I backed up and watched to see his reaction. I wasn't sure if it would work but suddenly he stopped in his tracks and his eyes widened and he gasped with a surprised; "OH!" I backed away still holding his weapon about 10 feet and he tilts his head back while he's standing there bleeding and he slowly starts to laugh and says; "God you're beautiful." He stops laughing and looked at me strangely and suddenly he rushes me like a football player ready to tackle me or something violent and before I could do anything his arms are suddenly grabbing me with such fierceness and he picks me up and pressing me tightly against his chest. He buries his face at my right shoulder and I'm tense for like a few seconds. And I was unable to budge, he had me pinned against his body and the only thing I could do was give in and relax and let God decide was happens next.
I slipped my arms around his shoulders and they were big. And I hugged him feeling bad that I cut him like I did. I was imagining his blood was getting all over my clothes. But I was also a little spooked he would try and crush me. Then he said something that gave me a clue who he was and also surprised me. He whispered to me in a very deep voice; "I wish I could have had children with you." At some point he let me pull back but he still held me like a child in front of him as I looked at my right wrist and noticed some cuts I received from his weapon earlier were now wrapped up in a paper like gauntlet. But it reminded me of a turkey leg that was wrapped fancy by a Butcher. And I said; "I look like a Turkey." I looked back in his face and he had been listening to me and he looked into my eyes with no more violence or threat. I felt like somehow his heart had changed. Could the Cross has done it? Anyhow when I woke from that dream shortly after I spotted a bright orbs flying circles over my bed and it was 8:00am and this Orb/Angel didn't care if I saw it. It flew around for half a hours and I remember asking in a prayer who was the Demon I fought in my dream. And a heard a voice say "Baraqiel" in my mind. I even had a flash of the spelling. I got up and wrote down the dream and went to look up the name in my Angelic Dictionary which includes listings of Fallen Angels.
I found out that Baraqiel/Baraqel/Barakiel/Baraqijal... etc; is the name of a former Arch Angel who is one of the fallen angels or watchers in the Book of Enoch who united with the daughters of men, an incident touched on in Genesis 6. He is now a demon inhabiting the nether realms and is a teacher of Astrology. In Enoch 1 he is described as a leader (one of the "Chiefs of ten") of troops of fallen angels. In the times when he was a good Angel he was known as one of the 7 archangels, one of the 4 ruling seraphim. Anyhow after this incident I got up and got dressed in a beautiful white dress and went out back where I often go to pray and I wanted to pray to God for protection and also for guidance and strength and I was out there for about an hour and when I came in the house my Mother who was in the kitchen said that she could smell a strong aroma of Gardenias when I came in. Be we don't have any Gardenias around our house, and I didn't put on any Gardenia scented lotions or perfumes. As I was researching Barakiel online I found out that he is known in the Eastern Orthodox Catholic Church as having what looks like a "White Rose". But I believe now that the white rose he is depicted with could very well be the "Gardenia" flower which appears as a pure white flower.
Is he a demon? Perhaps desiring a wife and children is considered wicked among the Angels, but I couldn't help but feel a little intrigued and compassionate. What he whispered to me should frighten me, but what do you think?