Here is the creed I made to God, which resulted in minutes later with Ducky contacting me:

>I am unable to write music based on the angels I imagine singing in my head. I am unable to paint the angels I imagine in my head. I am unable to direct movies to recreate the scenes of angels in my head. By making these angelic dreamworks in my head, I am making art for God and God alone to see and hear as he reads my mind. That is how I will view what I am doing from now on to avoid the sin of pride. I pray all day, make movies of angels in my mind, as I wait for God to fully cure my suicidality, because it’s not gone yet.

The moment I came to the conclusion in the greentext above, humbling myself, denying myself of being special at all, concluding that all my "visions" were of my own making and not from God and dedicating them to God, as I was walking down the hallway of the building I work at, Ducky's words abruptly were heard in my mind in her sweet, cute voice: "Now you really are an Angel of God!" Then, she appeared visually in my mind as a 2D cartoon chibi anime form, glowing with the most vibrant colors, all while I was still walking down the hallway.

>"No, I'm not an angel". I said.
>"Yes, you're an angel!" She retorted instantly
>"No, there's no way I am".
>"Yes, yes you are!"

My experiences with God, angels, and demons:

https://pdfhost.io/v/SxZreCXarQ_My_Experiences_with_God

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My waking experiences have stopped but I still encounter God/angels/demons in dreams.

https://pdfhost.io/v/SxZreCXarQ_My_Experiences_with_God