Guardian angels are part of traditional Catholic belief so I didn't
think I was doing anything wrong, when one day wondering what my angel
was called, I simply asked him. The name Gregory popped into my mind
so I presumed that that must be it. The exercise, however, made me
intrigued to know the names of other people's angels too and I persuaded
my colleague at the time, Vivian Sewell, to ask about hers. The name
that came into her mind was even more ordinary - Harold.
I didn't think about it that often but when I was having trouble
getting in touch with Vivian, I would often tell Gregory to get Harold
to give Vivian a nudge. It seemed to work, but of course, one is never
sure. About this time, although I didn't connect the two things, I
started to get very tired. It seemed however early I went to bed or
long I slept I never felt refreshed. I eventually went to the doctor
thinking I was maybe anaemic. But I wasn't. That got me really anxious
and I started to think that maybe I had ME.
Shortly afterwards, however, I received an alarmed phone call from
Vivian. A houseguest had left her a book called, "The Hot Line"
by an Anglican vicar called Peter Lawrence. One chapter was dedicated
to his deliverance ministry. In it he recounted how one time he was
casting out a spirit that called itself Gregory, followed by one called
Harold. Thinking these were rather strange names for evil spirits
he asked what manifestations they brought. "Tiredness, particularly
when reading the scripture", was the reply.
My heart missed a beat. The co-incidence was too palpable. Fortunately
the following day I was visiting my spiritual director, who was very
wise and spiritually mature. I explained to him what had happened
and asked his advice. He asked me what had prompted me to know the
name of my angel in the first place. I admitted that it was just curiosity.
Then he asked if I had been talking to it. I admitted that I had,
but not often. He didn't say much but in a low key way laid his hands
of me and prayed that if anything had come in that shouldn't, that
it leave in the name of Jesus. Then we prayed that God would fill
me with power and energy and love.
I didn't particularly feel' anything, and even afterwards I wasn't
sure if I felt different. The following morning, however, when my
alarm clock went off, I had no trouble getting out of bed and one
of my flatmates even said, "You look awake this morning."
This all happened about a decade ago. Although since then I have been
tired due to stress or lack of sleep, that chronic inexplicable fatigue
I suffered for six months has never returned.
I found the whole experience a valuable one, however as it helped
me to believe in the reality of evil spirits and the influence they
can have in our lives, however innocently we might become involved.
