Encounters and Writings

The Dying Spirit

This world, which I am about to describe to you is right before you. Sometimes it is above, or beneath, but most importantly, it is there!

You might find this encounter odder than those that I have shared before. The dying spirit is what is actually happening. Where I am taking you is not about me, but about a spirit who is desperate for Jesus. I was watching this event purely as a spectator.

This encounter is not about me, but about a world that we may find it hard to see if we do not change the way we think. This world, which I am about to describe to you is right before you. Sometimes it is above, or beneath, but most importantly, it is there! The spirit world and this dying spirit need Jesus Christ. Please read the events I present to you and believe.

I was in the spirit world with several angels. My angel, Eden, was one of them, guiding me through this world. It wasn’t that I am new to the spiritual realms or its inhabitants, but I saw something I never expected, 

I saw lying before me in this cracked, broken dimension, a spirit dying. Its life was hanging by one more breath; it seemed. I wanted to help the spirit, but Eden held me back from engaging.

“Stay put, please.” He said in a demanding tone. I didn’t move, but I wanted to help. This spirit was dying. Eden knew, but he didn’t waiver, and he was too strong for me to bypass. “I know you want to help, but you cannot. Not yet. That will come.”

I watched the spirit bleed out a form of light, but it was not pure at all, nor was it evil. The spirit appeared like a red-haired woman with fair skin. She had long, red hair down to her shoulders. Her eyes were green, but weak. Her clothes were worn down… almost as if she was homeless. She laid on her stomach, clawing the ground in pain and gasping for air. She cried out in her language for help, but no one came. The angels did nothing; they watched her. 

I begged Eden, “Please, can we help her; I want to help her! You can’t just stand here and do nothing. Aren’t you a spirit too? Do you not care?”

Eden looked at me with eyes full of tears, “I do care, Micah, but what she needs we cannot give her. I know what it feels like to have pain, but I cannot take her pain away.” Eden’s voice was barely audible from the emotion he felt. I turned to the other angels with me, who were also heartbroken by this dying spirit.

At that moment, Jesus stepped from between Eden and me quickly and knelt to pick up the dying spirit. He laid her in his lap, and her head was buried deep in his chest. She cried out to Him. 

I realized that this spirit was calling for Him! I turned to Eden, and he was crying! His wings hung low from feeling the pain of this spirit. I held his hand, “Eden, I am here for you too.” 

Eden smiled through his tears, “Thank you.” He said, as a mother says to her child, who is too small to understand. Eden squeezed my hand while turning back to Jesus and the dying spirit.

Jesus comforted her, “You are not alone. I am here with you. I am right here.” He wiped her tears and His own from dripping on her hair. 

She moaned through her pain. Her dried, torn fingernails gripped Jesus’ garment, “Jesus!” She cried out, “Help me, Jesus. I am dying, and no one loves me.”

Jesus threw his head back and then forward, allowing blood to flow from his hair down onto her. His blood flowed down from his face and hair onto her head, staining her hair.  She slowly stopped crying and became peaceful. Jesus looked at me briefly to see if I was watching. 

Suddenly, her body started to glow brightly until she turned into small clusters of light. She faded away into the air. Jesus watched the lights fly away as if He gave her the grace to go somewhere beautiful.

Jesus turned to me and smiled again while His hair dripped with blood, which now covered His face. He walked towards me and kissed His two fingers, then touched my lips. I could taste His blood, but I didn’t know what to do. 

Jesus disappeared quickly. Eden squeezed my hand to get my attention, “You must understand, Micah. Jesus is not the man you think He is. He has chosen who He wants to be for all His creation, spirit and flesh. Do not box him into your understanding. 

And with that, my friends, I leave you to ponder this event in the spirit world. May we be free as Jesus is free!