I met God, the Devil, Jesus, and Archangel Michael

I met God sitting down on the couch, eyes open. I was floating in a Yellow Sea with no beginning or end, immeasurably powerful, loving, accepting, like it sees even the darkest secret parts of myself but more I felt like a battery that went from 20% to 100%. It lit me up. I started to go with Him, drifting, a piece of myself passed his left “shoulder” and I looked away… I wasn’t ready, I think I would have died. I wasn’t breathing but I returned to the world breathing sitting on that couch, alone, staring straight ahead like nothing had happened.

A few weeks go by and I meet the devil sitting on that same couch. I see a pink mandala and the devil says I will make you a god. I rebuke him before I have time to think, my soul shouts no and he starts swinging a scythe at the front left half of my mind. I stop breathing. I have a seizure. My dad is alerted, runs to me, slaps me to where I breathe again, I wake up in the hospital after a brain scan as if I had passed out. I saw only darkness.

I dream I am approaching Jesus I see him and banshee shriek. He disappears in a black shadow. The next time I feel him carrying me. The third dream he is walking beside me on a beach, I look over to him and he says, “when three is one I will return.” I’ve never been able to make sense of those dreams.

I dream I am copulating with Archangel Michael. Halfway through the dream ends. It was the most pleasurable experience I’ve ever had in my life.

I sometimes wonder if I should have gone with God instead of turning away, but then I think it was a human thing to do. But I wish sometimes I went with him. It’s the greatest experience of my life, meeting him. I converted to Catholicism after a few struggling years to process these visions.

I’ve written extensively about it on my blog, believing I can open the rest of the world’s eyes to God and the divine. But I realized after researching, and this took several years to realize, I cannot force anyone to see God. That may be a part of their and His purpose if such things apply to Him, but I told my pastor and he shrugged it off. I was awake, eyes open for all but Jesus and Archangel Michael. I know what I saw and experienced. Sometimes I feel like people think I’m crazy when I tell them, but I have a deep empathy for humanity to open their eyes and I was an atheist at the time. It made me a theist and I chose Christianity as my communicated truth.

What do I do?