I will admit, that I have had many supernatural encounters in my life. There was this one women I met twice at a local gas station. She was very beautiful. She had flowing black hair that went slightly pass her shoulders and she also had the face of an angel. Her figure was nice also. I dont remember exactly what she was wearing. She was sitting at a table by the window looking out towards the road. Somehow, I knew she was an angel. I did not speak to her but I knew that she could hear my thoughts. I saw her twice in separate occasions. The two times I saw her she was at the same table. I knew she was an angel because of her vibe. People have vibes. Everyone does. A vibe is an intuition. It is a sense of knowing, a vibration that a person gives off and is unique per person. A person's vibe can cause people to become drawn towards them or the reciprocal of that. It is the one aspect about a person that can be instantanous. It may be the very first thing that is discovered about that person. Vibes do proceed you. People can discern as to the type of person you are based on your vibe. Those who are very spirtual have a tendancy of making this very natural in their selection as to whom they care to be associated with. People with similiar vibes are drawn to each other. I did not know this women that I had seen. The circumstances that I was in did not allow me to engage in any type of dialogue with her. I just needed to fill my tank, make any further purchases and then move on. I am not able to socialize while my car is parked beside a pumping station. Someone else may need to use it. It would have been nice to have a conversation. She did have the appearance of a goddess. She was very attractive. There was another instance in which I saw another women as I was walking to the barracks from work. I was in my NSU or navy service uniform. There is this track that is located between a steep hill and the barracks region. After crossing over this steep hill and coming upon the track, this women spoke to me. She was wearing jeans, I dont remember the shirt she was wearing. I did think to myself and wonder why she was wearing jeans while walking on the track. If you are going to work out or anything of that matter, wear something that is more comfortable or lose. Jeans are not that. Her hair was black and somewhat flowing. I dont remember if her hair went past her shoulders because I did not get a descent glimpse of her. Once again, her vibe revealed to me who she was. I dont know if she was the same women I saw at the gas station. I do know that just as the other women, she too was able to read my thoughts. That is one thing about angels, they have a tendency to listen in on people's thoughts. There is no privacy when it comes to them. Sometimes in order to keep them from peering into my mind, I just think one thought over and over again as a means to keep from thinking something else. I also may think something very unpleasant in order to get them out of my mind. Both attempts have been successful in the past. I imagine that if I were able to peer into their minds about anything, it would perhaps level the playing field to some degree. I sometimes think this mind reading is very annoying. I like privacy and not being able to think anything without someone to listen in on what you are thinking is just an inconvenience. I was more concerned about getting to the barracks and getting into my civlian attire after a shower than standing there talking to her. After a day's work and a walk home on a hot day, that is all you are focused on. Getting into some dialogue while sweating in not on my agenda. I dont know if she was in any way effected by the heat, perhaps not. Summers can get very hot here. We never have a winter, we dont ever even see snow. That is one wish that would be great if it came true and that it start snowing at where I live and work. This would be awesome. I prefer the cold, perhaps even frozen environment than that of the heat. You can always dress to match the cold but you cannnot dress to match the heat. In any event, there were other encounters I had also. When I was at a university. I kept going to sleep in the library because I would get tired from reading. I would read some and then get tired and if I kept reading then I just would eventually get tired enough to go to sleep. I went to sleep in the library multiple times. The couches that the library had were very nice. Comfortable to go asleep in. Besides the point, I was at this one table and I awoke from sleeping. I immediately noticed that someone was behind me starring at me. As before, this individual was peering into my mind. I managed to get a glipse of this individual and there was a man behind me. I dont remember the specifics of what his appearance was. I do know that he was sitting in a chair at the table behind me. I do not know as to why it is angels do this. They just show themselves in the most weird ways. When I say weird, I mean that they put you in a situation in which you cannot speak to them or engage in any type of dialogue with them. Also, the way they appear to you may be very uncomfortable. Me awaking to only find myself being starred down by a supernatural being is not pleasant to say the least. I sometimes wonder to myself if angels do not know how to approach people. The way that one guy approached me made me feel very uncomfortable. I hope something of that nature never happens again. There was another instance in which I was talking with my mom at night in the living room. The TV was on and we were talking about something, as to what it was I do not remember. However, whatever the subject was, I was aggravated over the issue. In fact, I was swearing. The next thing I know, there is a man's voice speaking to me. It was a calm voice and very settle. It was a man's voice, perhaps someone in their thirties. The voice was audible because even my mom heard it. The voice was speaking to me directly. It said my name and then told me in a very polite way not to talk in front of my mother that way. I dont know who spoke to me that afternoon. I dont know if it were an angel or god or whomever. I do know that whomever was speaking to me was obviously listening in on our conversation and also listening to our thoughts. My mom told me later that she was thinking to herself that she cant believe that I am speaking this way in front of her. She said after this event, then the voice occured. There are those moments in life when something takes place in your life in which you will never forget. This is one of those. The experiences I typed in this one document alone is a very small fraction of the many instances in my life in which something supernatural took place in my life. There are so many that it would perhaps take a hundred pages if it were possible to recount the experiences accuratately, each and every one of them. I would be here almost forever. That is why in this document I place the experiences that I do recall very fervantly as if they took place yesterday. Some things that either happen to you or around you are so profound that time is not an issue. Time has no precedance. Seven years miles be seven minutes. There are also those experiences that may involve a dream or a thought that is in the form of intuition. It may even be repeating or increase in frequency before something takes place. I had one of those. I remember I was in debt and I asked god in one of my prayers to help me get out of debt and that is just what he did. He told me intellectually multiple times that he was about to get me out of debt. He did not tell me how he was going to go about it but he made it happen. There was another time that he or someone told me while asleep in a very clearn man's voice that someone is about to come into my life. As to whom this is, I do not know. It is yet to take place. I do realize that god's view of time is very diverse from ours. He has no need of time. He is not limited by time. That is a limit we put onto ourselves and it is also something that we use to measure out the day. We humans like to measure things, perhaps everything. Even time is no exception to this.