September 13th, 2014

This morning my mom and I were talking about how betrayed she felt towards my dad after everything they'd been through together. If you didn't already know based on my posts on my message board (probably now deleted), well my dad was caught with the following:

Texting, emailing, coffee breaks (we call them dates), going to an air show and having an infatuation with a woman at his work at the local post office.

Anyways, she and I were talking in the living room. It was about a little after seven in the morning. I happened to look to my left near the slide door. My eyes widened in surprise.

At first I figured it was fog, because it was still too early in the morning for it to be anything else. The fog was touching the grass which it normally didn't do.

I watched the fog, thinking my eyes were playing tricks on me. The fog was drifting around the edge of the cement porch in what appeared to be a group of four people clustered very closely together.

The fog stopped short once it reached the tall white pillar that connects from our apartment back porch that holds up the second floor porch. Then as if in a group still, it went around the pillar as if it were in a narrow hallway and they wished to turn to the right.

Then it was out of my view. When I asked mom what she thought about it this is what she told me. "Mom, was there fog out this morning?"

"No, why?" She stopped talking and glanced out the window. I described as best I could what I saw and how the fog moved. "Hmm, who knows maybe it was a group of angels?"

Now normally I see outline forms of angels like a catch of the light. But when I saw the fog it seemed differently. I told her about it turning the corner. Because let's face it, fog doesn't just stop and turn a corner. Fog is a drifting condensation of rain that has already fallen to the earth.

Fog rotates like a cloud, but eventually dispersing into thin air. So it didn't make sense why it was not simply try to go through the white pillar. It was like watching the fog move towards a tree and it would go around both sides since it couldn't go through the tree.

Now imagine what I saw when the fog stopped. I finished explaining and my mom thought long and hard about it. Once she glanced out the window. "Well every morning before your dad leaves for work I pray to God that He would put up a barrier, a shield to protect us when it's just us two."

Now that she told me that, she was probably right. Because the way the fog moved it was like four beings guarding a barrier that wasn't to be disturbed. And the fog was of angels and that they had appeared as fog to others but to me I knew what I saw.