Battling A Fallen Angel With Orb

January 13th 2009 just before 8:00 am. Most of my angelic experiences begin in my dreams but they also extend outside of my dreams into my reality. But nothing could have prepared me for the battle I suddenly was faced with. Before I woke I was in a terrible situation about to be slaughtered by a huge demon as I felt him to be. I was fighting a huge male demon who looked to be in his mid 30's and stood around 7 to 8 feet tall. He was large and muscular. Not ripped muscular like a body builder but he was massive like a giant and he had no hair on his head, not even a stubble. He wore no shirt and was rather boastful of his size as he threateningly approached me. But I didn't run or try to get away because I didn't think there was anywhere I could run to but I was afraid. I would back up to avoid letting him get his hands on me, and I was unarmed. But every chance I had I would try and kick at him or punch him in his gut. But nothing would stop him. He had a throwing device that was black like a little wheel, 2" inches thick & 5" inches in diameter.

Around the edges there were sharp metal blades that projected jaggedly outward. The interior of the weapon reminded me of a Chinese star with the star shape design. He would throw it and it would come at me and it sliced me slightly in the upper arm like a razor blade and shot off curled around and returned to him so he could catch it and use it again on me. At this same time I noticed he wasn't alone, he had a smaller female who was even shorter then me. She had red hair, looked mean and wore a Russian Officers uniform. I thought she was his wife or girlfriend of some kind and she was coming over to also attack me. As she came up on his left side she was beginning to lunge at me as I formed a ball of energy in my hand and threw it at her. It knocked her back and I shouted to her; "Butt out!"

She came back around on his right side and came at me again regardless whether the Giant needed her assistance or not. And this pissed me off so I yelled at her; "God rebuke you!" I don't know why I would say that but I felt that God was watching so I didn't want to offend him by cursing like I probably would have irl. Plus I really did need his help going up against Demons. After I had yelled at her I gave her a kick and I didn't kick her that hard, but suddenly something yanked her back so violently she flew back far away and she didn't return. Now the large male threw his weapon again and it spun around the front of my shins and sliced me twice across both of my legs. Cutting threw my pants below my knees. He laughed cruelly at me and said; "I'm going to slice you up." I stopped and looked down at my legs to see how severe the wounds were and I was bleeding but I didn't care. I could see my pants were cut and I could see my blood beginning to soak through my pants but I thought to myself; "As long as I can still stand I could still fight him." And so I looked up at him as he threw his weapon again.

This time I decided to try and catch his weapon and use it on him, so I watched it carefully and timing its movements I leaped up and managed to grab a good solid hold on it. The blades cut into my hand but I didn't care, I held it tightly as I rushed up to him and suddenly slashed a large criss cross or "X" into his chest, but he looked at me like I was foolish to believe it would effect him. But just as I did this something told me to try using a Cross "†" on him. So I followed up my first mark with two slashes into his chest. The first one was the horizontal slash across his biceps and the vertical slash came down at his abdomen and I cut this cross into him deep. I backed up about 5 feet and watched to see the reaction, he was looking into my face with slight bewilderment he suddenly gasped; "Oh!?" with his eyes widened suddenly. I backed up another 5' feet taking his weapon out of my right hand and switched it to my left because it had cut deeply into the palm of my hand when I used it on him and I was bleeding. I looked up at him and noticed he was looking down and started to laugh in a low rumbling chuckle.

His laugh got louder and then he looked at me with this smile as he says; "God you're beautiful!" He stopped laughing and suddenly he rushes me like a line backer. I was so tiny compare to him, I didn't have any time or ability to avoid the speed of his charge, I couldn't do anything as he suddenly grabbed me and he picks me up and pressing me tightly against his chest like he was going to crush me in a bear hug. His weapon was somehow knocked out of my left hand and I was defenseless. I was held high up in his arms so that his face was at my at my right shoulder and I could look down at the top of his bald head. I was rigid for a few seconds fearing for my life, trying to push off of his giant form but I couldn't budge, he had me pinned against his body and the only thing I could do was give it up and let God decide what happened next. His shoulders were so massive I couldn't put my arms around them but I ended up letting myself rest against his right shoulder and I stopped resisting and closed my eyes to the side of his head. And I hugged him feeling bad that I cut him like I did. I'm sure his blood was all over me.

I was afraid he would try and crush me at any moment. But he whispered to me in this deep rumbly voice; "I wish I could have had children with you." At some point he let me pull back but he held me like a child in front of him with his hands at my back not letting me go. I looked at my right wrist and saw the cuts I received from his weapon earlier; they were now wrapped up in butcher paper. It reminded me of a turkey leg that was wrapped fancy by a Butcher. Someone even drew lines on the paper with red and green ink as decoration. They fastened it to my wrist with a thin ribbon. The red lines looked more like they were drawn on with blood. And I said; "I look like a Turkey." I looked back in his face and he had been looking at my wrist also and then looked back into my eyes. He didn't seem to be a threat to me anymore. I felt like somehow his heart had changed. Could the Cross have 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 white Orb didn't care if I saw it.

The orb flew around for half a hours and I remember asking in my mind "who was the Demon I fought in my dream?" And a heard a voice say "Baraqyal" in my mind and at that same moment 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 Baraqyal / Baraqiel / Baraqel / Barakiel / Baraqijal / Varahil... 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 satin & chiffon penoir with negligee underneath saying still upset; "If Gods going to let me be served up to Devils, I might as well look good." I was really upset that no Angels came to help me in this battle. I'm just a woman I shouldn't have to fight fallen Arch Angels like that. [sad]

I went out back where I often go to pray and I did thank God for allowing me to survive as well as somehow cause the fight to have a kind of positive/ defused ending. I also wanted to pray to God for guidance, strength and help in increasing my faith. I was out there for about an hour and when I went 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 is similar in shape but is the purest of white. Why would he appear bald though? When Angels fall from grace I heard in legend that they are burned in the fall and they're wings may have been torn from them. Could this fire have burned off all his hair? I did find a image of him that depicts him in a Russian Cathedral. In it he appears as a "Good Angel" who takes care of families and blesses marriages. And he loves children. And the thing that I recognized were his eyes. They are so much like the eyes I saw on the Giant I fought in my dream.

Is he a demon? Angels taking mortal women and making them have their offspring is considered an abomination in heaven, but I couldn't help but feel compassionate and flattered. What he whispered to me should frighten me, but I'm not sure how I should feel.