Angels Unawares, or Unaware Angels?
By John W. Milor
After my sister got married to her first husband in the early 1980s, she and he moved to an island planted right in the middle of the Mississippi river. For anyone that’s never been to the Mississippi river, it’s BIG! The river was wide on both sides of the island, and the island itself was about 8 miles wide. I went there once with my mother and brother, to visit my sister during Christmas time. We took a ferry across the river to the island, and then had to ride on a trailer pulled by an old farm tractor just to get to my sister’s little shack.
The island where she and and her husband lived was used by a hunting club. My sister and her husband lived in a shack next to the dining facility for the hunting club, and they had only one other neighbor on the entire island, who lived several miles away on the other side of the island. The place was completely isolated. Now that I think of it, that place had all the makings of a horror movie.
I never saw anything out of the ordinary when I was there, but my sister certainly did. She said that the island was used as a military outpost during the Civil War. Many battles had been fought throughout the region, and countless numbers of soldiers had undoubtedly been killed there. Musket balls could still be found in some of the trees on the island.
With that in mind, she said that one day while she and her husband were having a picnic they heard an enormous explosion that shook the ground. Their neighbor didn’t have anything to do with it. They never did find out what it was. This was a relatively tame incident, however, when compared to the man in a blue uniform that barged into their living room one night.
It was dark, and there was a snowstorm outside; mud was thick on the ground. My sister was busy in the kitchen cooking dinner. My brother-in-law was sitting on the livingroom couch cleaning his rifle. He had it broken down into its various components, and was madly working away on it when suddenly the front door opened up. By the time he looked up, a man dressed in a blue military-like uniform had walked through the front door and right into the center of the living room. When this man walked into the living room, he paused and looked around, inspecting the premises, then cupping his jaw, peered at my brother-in-law with a sideways glance.
Aside from the unusual uniform, he looked like a normal human being, just as real and solid as anyone. He was a white male with blond hair and blue eyes. Oddly, he appeared to recognize the fact that something wasn’t right. When he came to this realization, he then squared his gaze at my brother-in-law, and with an impish expression of “Oopse,” smiled, quaintly waved at my brother-in-law while raising an eyebrow, then proceeded to turn around and walk right back out the door.
My brother-in-law was pale with astonishment. Meanwhile, my sister was in the kitchen, and she had an odd feeling come over her. She peeked around the corner from the kitchen just in time to see the man’s boot pass through the front door and then close the front door. Instantly, she knew something impossible just occured. They NEVER received visitors unannounced on that island - especially at night, especially in a snow storm. As I mentioned before, visits to this island were a coordinated effort that involved a ferry ride across the river, followed by a tractor ride through the wild scrubs of the island.
Knowing that they were the only ones on the island aside from a reclusive neighbor, and also knowing the futility of wandering around on the island, especially during a snow storm–in the dark, they wanted to know who in the world that was! My sister turned to her husband; he looked as if he’d just had a frontal lobotomy.
“Who was that!?”
My brother-in-law's jaw dropped, but nothing came out. “Uh…,” followed with a grunt and a quivering gulp.
After the spellbound pause, he finally snapped out of it and leaped off the couch, gun parts scattering across the floor. He sprinted to the door to see where the man went. Their two dogs were huddled up against the door on the outside, sound asleep. He had to heave the door open to get them out of the way. How that man walked through the door without disturbing them, is anyone's guess. Once on the front porch, he looked around, and whoever that was, had vanished. The stormy night was pitch black; it was pointless to set foot out of the house. One would think if it was a normal person, he would at least use a flashlight, but there was no sign of the man whatsoever.
After my brother-in-law came back inside, my sister was wailing in hysterics, shivering in panic, on the verge going into shock. Her husband tried to calm her down, though he wasn’t in much better condition. Needless to say, neither was expecting to receive a backstage pass to the universe in their livingroom that evening.
After some time, they finally began to recount the incident. For one thing, the soldier’s uniform was perfectly dry, and his shoes were brightly polished, not having a speck of mud or snow on them. Mississippi mud has a reputation–there’s even a BEER named after it! (Serious, it comes in a jug). It’s practically impossible to walk in, much less completely avoid during a storm. Then there was the fact that he walked through a door that was blocked by two sleeping dogs. Who in the world was that? Perhaps a better question might be, what was that?
The fact that my sister recounts crying in hysterics is noteworthy to me; she happens to be one of the most fearless people I know, even to her own detriment at times. She once slapped a vile gang member in front of his gang; he was so shocked, she got away with it.
My sister and her husband talked about this episode for days. The strangest part about the whole ordeal is the way the man behaved. He acted as if he was fully aware that some sort of cosmic mistake had been made, and he actually seemed a bit embarrassed about it. Ghostly encounters typically include a being caught up in its own time frame, not aware enough to take stock of its out-of-place surroundings. Such ghost stories are a dime a dozen. Ghosts are always doing something, such as a mother searching for her child, or perhaps the reenactment of a brutal tragedy. They are usually absorbed with whatever they were consumed with in life, and often oblivious about their ghostly circumstances. This was completely different. This scenario seemed more like, “Oopse, we overshot our mark; wrong time. Sorry people–excuse me! Everything’s cool. You never saw me.”
In my opinion, this event has all the trademarks of a literal angelic encounter, except for the fact that a mistake appeared to have been made. For example, the Bible says in Hebrews 13:2 that angels sometimes come to Earth in disguise.
Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.
My theory about this particular case is, it was the angel that was caught unawares, when he realized he blew his cover! Who knows, maybe he came to change the tide of the entire Civil War, but much to his dismay, he accidentally set his coordinates about 120 years too late! “Clyde, I can’t believe what you just did!” the other angel reprimanded him upon returning to his angelic vehicle hovering outside. "That lady in there has a brother who will write about this incident someday. Not COOL!"
Perhaps after he left my sister’s house, he fixed his coordinates and changed history as we know it?
I’ve seen several episodes of Star Trek, where members of the Federation of Planets disguised themselves as inhabitants of various less advanced civilizations, and conducted covert missions among the natives, who were not aware of them as coming from other worlds. The way I understand the Bible, this is exactly the same thing as angelic intervention. I talk about numerous details like this, in my last two books, Aliens in the Bible: A Biblical Perspective of Supernatural Entities, Realms of Existence, and Phenomenon, and Aliens and the Antichrist: Unveiling the End Times Deception.
In the Star Trek episodes that included this activity, they referred to a “prime directive” they followed, which dictated interspecies conduct with less advanced civilizations. Certainly angels have rules they follow when they are among us in disguise; they generally don’t blow their cover, for one. However, their rules for interspecies interaction are nothing like the prime directive in Star Trek.
For those unfamiliar with Star Trek and the prime directive, the prime directive is a strict policy of noninterference mandated by intergalactic explorers belonging to a Federation of Planets. The policy of noninterference was an issue of ethics based on the anthropological premise that interference of technologically advanced species into the lives of less technologically advanced species may create more problems than it would solve.1 But in reality, true interspecies interaction with angels, includes something not mentioned in Star Trek—the will of God, at least with beings faithful to God. In fact, the only true prime directive that exists can be reduced to one thing: God’s will.
As for fallen angels, they’re here for their own self interests, such as pleasure seeking, or to be worshipped as gods, (as they were in the past, as one possible interpretation derived from Genesis 6 in the Bible). They interfere with complete disregard to their effects upon societies, so long as they don’t get apprehended by the good guys. In the past, they got away with quite a bit. In fact, they almost destroyed the world. For those familiar with Genesis 6, I consider it an obvious conclusion that the sons of God mentioned there, which were actually fallen angels having sexual relations with human females, violated the true prime directive. That’s what defines them as fallen angels, rather than faithful angels. They were here spawning the inspiration of the Greek legends, among many others known throughout the ancient world.
While the account of Genesis 6 is frequently explained away by Christians in a variety of ways, all designed to exclude angelic human sexual intercourse, simply because it sounds too outlandish and confrontational to the worldview of so many Christians, archeological evidence tends to support a literal interpretation of the Biblical text. For example, the area surrounding the Tower of Babel is cluttered with various religious temples. In fact, according to ancient writings, right next to the Tower of Babel was the temple of Marduk. This was the center of Babylon’s religious life. According to the writings of the ancient Greek historian Herodotus, this temple once contained a gold sculpture of its so-called god that weighed no less than 22 tons.2
Further documented in the writings of Herodotus is evidence of the same activity that the Bible documents in Genesis 6.
At the summit of the Tower of Babel, Herodotus wrote, ‘here stands a great temple with a fine large couch in it, richly covered, and a golden table beside it. The shrine contains no image and no one spends the night there except a Babylonian woman, all alone, whoever it may be that the god has chosen. The god then enters the temple in person and takes his rest upon the bed.”3
While it is likely that this is an example of religious perversion among the high priests of the Babylonian religion, I find it probable that this may also be an example of sexual union between the Sons of God, and the daughter’s of men. My personal opinion is that these ritualistic sexual encounters may have begun with the Sons of God, as stated in Genesis 6, and also after the flood of Noah, starting in Genesis 11. Later, when the high priests of this religious sect found out that they could also assume the identities of these gods, or insist that they were given the authority to perform such practices–and could get away with it, they then also partook of this activity. (Lots of conjecture here–I admit it–but at least not without any basis).
These activities aren’t limited to the writings of Herodotus. Genesis 6:4 states that angel human sexual intercourse didn’t end with the flood of Noah. In reference to the Tower of Babel, first mentioned in Genesis 11, and Nimrod specifically (the king of that region), many Christian archeologists have concluded that they believe Nimrod (whose name wasn’t translated as a proper name, but rather a reference to his character, because it means “rebel” in Hebrew), was actually the same hero mentioned in the Epic of Gilgamesh. In an article found on www.Christiananswers.net, Bible archeologist Dr. David P. Livingston explains a great deal about the Epic of Gilgamesh, which is an ancient, twisted version of the Biblical account of Creation, the flood of Noah, and some of the events that transpired shortly thereafter.4
While the Epic of Gilgamesh supports polytheism and the acceptance of sexual immorality as a norm, among other things, it also provides a historical glimpse into the activities occurring around the Tower of Babel, which stirred God to complete indignation. To begin with, Gilgamesh (Nimrod) may have been a Nephilim (part human, part fallen angel, as the Bible first mentions in Genesis 6).
Following is an excerpt from Dr. Livingston’s article on Christiananswers.net:
The Epic of Gilgamesh has some very indecent sections. Alexander Heidel, the first translator of the epic, had the decency to translate the vilest parts into Latin. Spieser, however, gave it to us straight.5 With this kind of literature in the palace, who needs pornography? Gilgamesh was a vile, filthy, man. Yet the myth says of him that he was two-thirds god and one-third man.6
With this in mind, God’s anger against the inhabitants surrounding the Tower of Babel is much more understandable than what is disclosed in scripture. The Bible is fairly vague about the matter, but looking deeper into the matter reveals that Gilgamesh was a rebel, and in the Epic of Gilgamesh, it explains that the entire purpose for building the tower was to escape any future flood. The Tower of Babel, therefore, represented Gilgamesh's complete defiance against God.
Genesis 11:6 (bold emphasis added)
And the LORD said, Behold, the people is one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do: and now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do.
Genesis 6:4* (bold emphasis and bracketed comments added)
There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God [fallen angels] came in unto the daughters of men, and they bare children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown.
*The phrase, “those days,” refers to the days of Noah, and “after that,” refers to the days that followed Noah, which must have followed the flood of Noah as well.
Concerning God’s faithful angels, God mandates that the angels are to protect humanity (Hebrews 1:14) and learn of God’s grace through their observations of humanity (1 Peter 1:12; Ephesians 3:10). To this extent, they may penetrate human society in disguise as previously mentioned with my sister's testimony about the mysterious soldier that entered her livingroom (Hebrews 13:2).
Hebrews 1:14 (protect humanity)
Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation?
1 Peter 1:12 (learn of God’s grace by observing humanity)
Unto whom it was revealed, that not unto themselves, but unto us they did minister the things, which are now reported unto you by them that have preached the gospel unto you with the Holy Ghost sent down from heaven; which things the angels desire to look into.
Ephesians 3:8–10 (bold emphasis added)
Unto me, who am less than the least of all saints, is this grace given, that I should preach among the Gentiles the unsearchable riches of Christ; And to make all men see what is the fellowship of the mystery, which from the beginning of the world hath been hid in God, who created all things by Jesus Christ: To the intent that now unto the principalities and powers in heavenly places might be known by the church the manifold wisdom of God…
The being that entered my sister’s house was not trying to draw attention to himself, though he obviously failed miserably in that endeavor. I think he was a good guy; his actions betrayed no evidence to indicate otherwise. But what was he intending to do?
The Bible reveals in abundance, that angels are fully authorized to intervene in the affairs of humanity (which differs greatly with Star Trek’s anthropological emphasis of no intervention whatsoever). Just to mention a few of the angels’ interventions: they determine the outcomes of wars (Assyrian army destroyed, among many others—2 Kings 6:15-17, 19:15), dish out God’s wrath (destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah, sent plagues against Egypt, and will send many more throughout the entire world in the end times—Genesis 19:28; entire book of Exodus; Revelation 7–20), and serve as divine messengers (visions of the future—Daniel 8:16; 9:21; announcement of the birth of Christ—Luke 1:19, 26, and many others). Much more of this intervention is coming in the future, which I discuss in detail in my latest book, The Strong Delusion: Invasion of an Otherworldly Islam.
The first item I mentioned–they determine the outcomes of wars, stands out to me concerning my sister’s encounter.
2 Kings 6:15-17
And when the servant of the man of God was risen early, and gone forth, behold, an host compassed the city both with horses and chariots. And his servant said unto him, Alas, my master! how shall we do? And he answered, Fear not: for they that be with us are more than they that be with them. And Elisha prayed, and said, LORD, I pray thee, open his eyes, that he may see. And the LORD opened the eyes of the young man; and he saw: and, behold, the mountain was full of horses and chariots of fire round about Elisha.
For those interested in angelic intervention of a smaller, more personal nature, I recommend A book of Angels, by Sophy Burnham. In chapter 2, she mentions a few interesting true stories about people encountering angels. As she puts it, “When you need something, something makes it appear.”7 This was the case for a boy who cut his finger to the bone and was all alone at home, when suddenly a nurse knocked on the door, patched the boy up, then left without leaving any clues as to her identity or purpose for her visit. Then there was the car with a bald tire, which prevented the same boy and his mother from visiting his grandmother in Massachusetts; they didn’t have enough money to buy a replacement. While the boy was explaining to a friend of his that they didn’t have enough money to buy a new tire, a lady on the top of a hill nearby his house appeared from out of nowhere, and rolled a tire down the hill, dumping it into a shallow stream next to his house. Most people have interesting stories like these, and they frequently include a mysterious stranger who helped in a time of need. These stories are especially prevalent with children. I personally can testify to this, having seen the face of death a number of times, and each time, I was spared.
• I was sucked into a whirlpool during a camping trip—three people formed a chain to pull me out.
• I almost went over a fifty foot waterfall during another camping trip—my brother saved my life.
• I was buried alive with my brother when we were digging a tunnel in the side of the riverbank. Fortunately, two boulders rolled over me, and the sand cushioned me. If the boulders didn't roll, I would have suffocated; without the sand, I would have been crushed. As it turned out, my left arm was close enough to the surface for me to dig my own head out and breathe! I then dug my brother out part way, but he was pinned by a massive boulder. I flagged a car down at a nearby road, and four muscular men pulled the boulder off my brother.
• I nearly fell off a cliff while climbing down a rope to get inside a cave. I don’t know how I made it, but I did.
• I was nearly bit by a water moccasin in the lake in front of my house in Arkansas.
• I almost stepped on a copper-head snake while walking through the woods in Arkansas; my mother yanked me back in the nick of time.
• I almost stepped on a rattlesnake during a camping trip in California. All three snakes (moccasin, copper-head, and rattle snake), were extremely large and deadly poisonous.
• I survived double pneumonia when I was 12 years old.
• I survived bacterial meningitis when I was 20 years old. Bacterial meningitis can cripple a person for life, with side effects ranging from being shriveled up like a prune, to permanent blindness and/or being mentally handicapped, but I recovered unscathed.
Strangely, these brushes with death didn’t end with my childhood, though that’s where I encountered most of them. About twenty years ago, I was a few inches from driving off a bridge and landing in a river, and just five years ago, I was an inch away from becoming someone’s hood ornament while riding my bike home from work. Someone ran a red light, and missed me by less than an inch; I spun my front wheel to avoid being hit, fell backward and physically touched the car as it passed behind me.
After reviewing this list, which is not all-inclusive, I feel as if someone wants me dead, but someone else who is more powerful wants me alive! I’d be a fool if I didn’t think angels were helping me.
Angels intervene for the inhabitants of Earth as a whole, for nations, cities, families, and individuals. Most times they’re probably invisible, conducting their work trans-dimensionally or remotely from invisible flaming sky-chariots (which are possibly interdimensinal spacecraft)? They almost never identify themselves, preferring to defer the glory to God, and they’re usually gone before anyone realizes something is amiss. Clearly, they don’t solve all of our problems the way we might sometimes think they should, because the Earth is rife with turmoil. However, in all cases of interspecies interaction, angels who are faithful to God are conducting their actions in strict accord with the will of God.
As for goofing up, I’d say it’s highly unusual, but the universe is strange enough, I could see this happening. And when they reveal themselves to us, whether intentionally or not, I’m certain they have grown quite fond of our dumbfounded expressions. The way my sister and her husband reacted, was probably not much unlike the response of the prophets Daniel, Isaiah, and Ezekiel. Poor Isaiah was like my brother-in-law; he couldn’t talk either.
“Fear not,” is the usual angelic response, but I suppose a simple smile and a silly wave sufficed in his case.
1. Carol R. Ember and Melvin Ember, “Chapter 18, Applied Anthropology,” Cultural Anthropology, Sixth Edition (Englewood Cliffs, New Jersey: Prentice-Hall Inc., 1990), 337–354.
2. Readers Digest, The World’s Last Mysteries, Pleasantville, New York, Montreal, 1979, pages 169-179.
4. Christian Answers Network Bible Encyclopedia, s.v. “Nimrod: Who was he?
Was he godly or evil?” (by Dr. David P. Livingston)
http://christiananswers.net/q-abr/abr-a002.html (accessed January 21, 2006).
5. Pritchard, J., Ancient Near Eastern Texts and the Old Testament, 3rd edition
(Princeton: University Press, 1969), quoted in Christian Answers Network
Bible Encyclopedia, s.v. “Nimrod: Who was he? Was he godly or evil?” (by
Dr. David P. Livingston) http://christiananswers.net/q-abr/abr-a002.html
(accessed January 21, 2006).
6. Christian Answers Network Bible Encyclopedia, s.v. “Nimrod: Who was he?
Was he godly or evil?” (by Dr. David P. Livingston)
http://christiananswers.net/q-abr/abr-a002.html (accessed January 21, 2006).
7. Sophy Burnham, A Book of Angels (New York, New York: Ballentine Books, 1990), 35–37.