thinking LOUD

SOooo... I realized something today. I can scream into the second heaven. With my mind.

Isn't that cool?!

I've been wondering how that all works, not that I have it completely figured out now, but today I was talking to an angel across the room and it hit me.

I wasn't talking . . . but it heard me.

How??

Can angels hear your thoughts? Can demons? Ehhhh... I don't think so. Jesus is the only One that can really read your mind. But even so, I've been using my thoughts to talk to angels and stuff for awhile now, and they've been able to hear me quite well it seems.

It does feel different when I'm "speaking" to them and when I'm just thinking. It's like, thinking with purpose. Or thinking really, really loud. Screaming out of me and past my thoughts into the spirit realm. It's hard to explain. My mind still doesn't really understand this but I think my spirit's got it. It's like I'm willfully speaking into the second heaven. My spirit's communicating, not my body.

Most of what I "say" to angels is wordless anyway. Like, instead of saying "thanks" I'll send a strong impression of gratitude. It's because I'm a Feeler, I suppose. That's just how my gifting works and I think the angels in my life know that. They'll even communicate to me in that way. Like the strange night the neighbors smoked pot right in front of our door...

About a year ago, on my way to bed, long before anything happened that night, I passed by the front door to head up the stairs to my room. The "filter angel" (as we called him) that always hung out by our front door was freaking out. As I passed by, a crazy feeling came over me. It was a strong sense of urgency and warning. Not really a fear, but a call to awareness and protection. The feeling made me want to double check to see if the door was locked.

I stopped walking by and turned back to face him. "What's up with you? I didn't think angels got freaked out."

I could still "hear" him. I answered by sending a strong impression of acknowledgement and thankfulness. He calmed down and I went to bed.

(And yes, I realize this probably sounds very, very odd written. I wish you were here so I could just tell you!)

Anyway, that night alot of crazy stuff happened. The guys next door were drunk and high, and had a bunch of their friends over, and decided to party right in front of our front door. It was very strange. But my roommates and I were fine and nothing bad happened. It was nice to have some warning and be able to pray over the house beforehand. Jesus rocks.

I wonder if anyone has this thinking really loud thing figured out.