I was very sick at 7 years old, undiagnosed Ulcerative Colitis. I was weak from blood loss. I remember laying in bed watching a being in a cone of light, small at first, ever brighter and bigger as this being approached. An Angel! He sat beside me, holding my hand. I was comforting him because he was sad that I had to stay to "endure sufferings".
My mom came to check on me and see who I was in such deep conversation with. I asked my mom to help me make my angel friend feel better, and tell him I would be ok. Mom asked what was my angel friends name. "Azrael"
Mom freaked out over that and rushed me to Children's Hospital Emergency Room, I was in shock from blood loss, they gave me a twenty four hour blood transfusion. They said survival was not guaranteed with me in shock from losing so much blood, The doctor said If mom didn't bring me to the hospital, I would not have survived the night, the blood loss so severe.
So...ironies of ironies, the "Angel of Death" saved my life.
We are still close to this day. Azrael doesn't speak much but says volumes. He seems stern, but he has a very compassionate side...invaluable teacher that I meet in the Astral Tower room with the portal in it.