Story Time. Why I Don’t Work With Angels

This blog is going to be a little different than my others. I’m going to be telling a ‘scary story’. So cozy up, grab a beverage and snack… and maybe turn on a light… 

For as long as I can remember, I have been terrified of the dark. Even night lights felt too dim for what came for me as the sun set. 

I never saw it, but I always felt it. I felt its pervasive, menacing glare. I remember pulling covers over my head but I still felt it could see right through my blankets. My heart would race as I felt the eyes upon me. 

Usually, these fears are left behind with childhood. But as I grew older, the events began to intensify, as did my fear of the dark. 

In the dark it happened.

My childhood home had an old fashioned stove. The kind with a twist timer which only extended to 60 minutes. Every night… at three am… I would hear the ‘BZZZZZZZZZ’… soon after hearing the sound… I’d feel the glare again.

My parents never heard the buzzer, even though their room was much closer in proximity. I’d make my way through the dark house. Every time I felt a deep sense of dread and fear. Whatever was there was watching. It especially enjoyed chasing me up the stairs after I turned off the buzzer.

Annoyed with the months of being regularly awoken, I took matters into my own hands. I used duct tape to cover the buzzer… 

That night I was still awoken by the ‘BZZZZZZZ’… I made my way into the kitchen… the tape had been ripped off the buzzer. It sat before me on the ground.

Whatever had haunted me, wasn’t pleased. After this I began to hear clawing from inside my mattress as I tried to sleep…. Followed by footsteps around my bed… lastly I’d feel breath on my face… all the while feeling the same intense glare. 

Whenever this happened… I would wake up, recite some scriptures and say a prayer. But the glaring never stopped. I was told these events were the work of the adversary. So I tried to live my life righteously to keep It away. I had my home blessed regularly… still the stare and sleepless nights continued. 

When It was time for me to move out of my childhood home, I was excited to live in a new space. Somewhere more ‘quiet’. This quiet never came. No matter where I lived, it would follow me. 

My life was extremely tumultuous in my early 20’s. At the same time I was leaving my current home I was also leaving my childhood religion. I was an agnostic. When I moved into the new house, I waited for the usual paranormal activity. It never came. I wondered if because I stopped believing in religion maybe I stopped giving ‘fuel to the fire’. I knew there was enough ‘poltergeist’ activity that it wasn’t all in my head. But maybe it needed my belief to survive. 

Fast forward 10 years later. All was still quiet. This is when I began looking into witchcraft. It felt next to impossible to avoid all the posts, articles, and videos about ‘opening my third eye’. I remember feeling apprehensive that if I did… the previous activity would resume. Eventually, I felt confident enough to ‘open my third eye’. To my surprise, all was still quiet… 

I began to see other things, but there was no menace. That was at least until I went back to Colorado… it was when I stayed in a home whose owners practiced my childhood religion… the glare returned, and this time I could see my menace.

It was once again, three am, I was asleep on the couch. As I felt the stare I sat up… in the adjacent room I saw it. It didn’t necessarily have any form. Just eyes. Endless eyes layered and repeating all around one another. It moved towards me. 

Thankfully. Even though I was newer… I was still a fairly strong practitioner. I didn’t yet have the tools to banish my foe… but I could shield myself. As I formed my energetic barrier… the eyes encapsulated it. As they unsuccessfully tried to break through, I was surrounded by a dome of eyeballs. They continually pressed towards me. I kept my will strong throughout the night, I did not let them cross my barrier. 

I didn’t tell anyone about the event until months later. A close friend who was an atheist then confided something to me. She was a home care nurse.  She was staying at the home of a man who practiced my childhood religion. On the night of my experience… she said she felt ‘watched’ the whole night. And something… continued to drag the covers off of her, over and over… 

I’d wondered why she left that job in such a hurry. She never returned to the home. 

I’m grateful to say. I didn’t have any experiences again, that is unless I shared this story. 

As I began to deep dive into western magic, I began to see depictions of angels in their ‘actual form’… and I realised… that is what I saw. This was the entity which followed and tormented me since childhood.

And this is why… I do not work with angels. 

***Notes from the author***

Thank you for taking the time to read my ‘chilling tale’. Now the entertainment portion is over I wanted to make a couple of serious notes. As I know this story might elicit some reactions.

In my practice as a chaos magician, magical relativity is huge for me. This article is not meant to say ‘angels are bad’ for everyone. Angels are incompatible for me, but everyone has the right to work with whoever they choose to. I know plenty of amazing occultists who work with angels with no issues. 

I’m also going to set a boundary as well. If anyone does work with angels… please don’t try to convert me to working with them on my social media platforms. I’ve healed my trauma responses with them. I’m not afraid of them anymore, this story was sharing a part of my history. I still don’t like them or want to work with them, I’d rather focus elsewhere. 

Thank you so much for taking the time to read my spooky story. I actually have a lot of these, so if you enjoy them I have more to share.