An Astral Vision of Two Angelic Orders and The Arrival of Three Newborn Angels
- Dalia Ali
- Apr 17
- 6 min read
I had arrived at what looked like a film set—I was observing things in silence as I often would. The film set was built inside a genuine ancient royal palace somewhere that resembled Great Britain, perched above a vast green landscape that stretched to the horizon.
The hallways felt both elven in their delicacy and gothic in their loftiness: pointed arches, ornate stone carvings, and great chambers whose acoustics carried every footstep like a prayer. It brought to mind Wells Cathedral, where sacred worship and regal power have been intertwined for centuries. Here, the palace was real, and the movie set had been constructed around it.
There were a few film crew members left, wrapping up their equipment—while actors in evoking the mood of a mythical fantasy epic — courtly, archaic, and saturated with the weight of old lineages. The film crew believed they were filming a staged story. But I perceived something they could not: the drama unfolding between those “actors” was real. They were not actors, they were exactly who they "played" themselves to be — they were living out genuine royal affairs, and the crew had no idea. To them, it was all pretend, drama, mere fantasy but it was all real. These mythical stories of ancient rulers are what is actually taking place in the heavenly realms, and yet to the film crew it's merely entertainment, a job, a pursuit of artistic ambition.
Two angelic orders revealed
What I was observing, then, was two realms overlapping side by side on the same setting — the realm of the angelic and the realm of the human, each oblivious to the other's true presence. And within the angelic realm, there were two distinct orders.
First were the free angels—of which I was one—light and unburdened, able to move across all domains at will. We served the divine by watching, witnessing, upholding the cosmic balance from afar.
Across from us stood the royal angels, the bound ones. These had willingly anchored themselves to earth, adopting the weight of dynasties, inheritance, they had dominion over certain regions.
Though sometimes called “fallen,” they were not so much cast down as self-bound, choosing descent for the sake of rule. Fierce and uncompromising, They are not to be trifled with. They protect their ownership and their royal inheritance with violence if necessary—and they despised us the angels who freely wander the realm, whose very freedom reminded them of the path they’d forsaken, and whose watchful eye makes their rule uneasy.
From my vantage point I saw a queen among the bound angels, her daughter at her side. The two were locked in a sharp, heated exchange. Nearby, a crew member gathered equipment while chattering about pet sitting plans in Morocco, giddy with childish excitement, completely oblivious to the real conflict taking place beside them. The film crew were absorbed in their hustle and bustle — They took a certain self-importance in their small lives, which veiled them from seeing the bigger picture. When the angelic drama unfolded right beside them, they merely assumed actors were rehearsing lines. They were fooled, thinking it was a scene, when in truth, these royals were not actors, and it was not a play. To the royal angels, the humans were hardly even there: transparent background figures, background noise, utterly inconsequential.
The queen had noticed a young free angel—a girl perhaps fourteen in human years—quietly watching her through a window, an angelic witness meant to keep her royal lineage in check. Anger flared in the queen’s eyes. She could not abide being observed. With ruthless precision, she flung a dagger through the open and struck the girl dead. An act so swift and merciless, the queen’s eyes burned with contempt at this innocent purity of the young angel.
My companion—an androgynous free angel who felt both male and female— with long golden hair, standing still right beside me, watched her sister being murdered on the spot with a quiet resolve. There wasn’t a tear shed — only stillness, recognition, witnessing, peace. A resolute transcendence. The angels bound by earthly possessions, wealth, and power, by contrast, have the most fiery of tempers and emotions. Quick to act. Unforgiving. Murderous.
They did not want the eye of the watchers on them. They did not want to be held in check. They wanted to rule freely — without judgment, without restraint, without law.
My fellow angel companion and I were the free type, the lightweight ones. We did not hold ourselves bound by the treasures of the earth. We did not own any domain. We moved freely across them all. Even though I could not see myself, but I could see the other free angels — tall, quite androgynous, pure beauty, innocent, yet strong, with their long golden hair flowing uncovered.
The royal ones, the bound ones, had covered their hair. They had concealed their angelic nature beneath royal garbs — the queen and her daughter both wore a wimple and veil drawn tight across the crown of the head, framing the face in stiff cloth, a garb of chastity and office that hid what marked them as angelic. It was a costume suited to the place itself, for this palace was as much a cathedral as a seat of rule, and the garbs they wore carried the same ambiguity: religious in form, royal in function.
They were once free angels themselves, but they chose to rule certain earthly domains, and their challengers are the free angels.
The Three Newborn Angels
I drifted into a great hall in the palace, where three newborn angels had arrived — not born in any human sense, but received. They were beautiful as the sun itself. They were the true purity of angelic creation. Newborn, shining, with beautiful short golden curly hair like cherubim, equivalent to that of a two-year-old toddler.
They had arrived in chariots from heaven and sat waiting within them, ready to be taken up by their respective caretakers, the royal angels gathered around them in celebration of their coming. Two of the angelic babies were immediately claimed by the royal host.
I was watching from a distance, when the first baby angel who remained free turned his gaze to me. He came to me of his own accord, and curled his tiny hand around my index finger refusing to let go. He stood below me at the height of my knees; he choose me to be his guardian, teacher and caretaker. But I knew it was already pre-ordained. There was love, warmth and a feeling of servitude, reverence and assurance. He was my responsibility. I was taking care of him. Standing right beside me was my angel companion, the helper, supporting me in his care. From the outside we might have seemed like a family of three — but we were not human parents, not male and female. We were angelic beings taking care of that baby angel. He was my responsibility, and the bond between us was unbreakable.
I had seen this child before, in a vision of his birth 3 months prior when he first opened his blue eyes for the first time: a newborn solar being, brilliant as the sun itself. He was entrusted to me and the care of my brother at the time, he was a new born in the heavenly realm, and were protecting him from evil influences that sought to harm him. In the great palace hall was his arrival, ready to enter this realm.
Now here he was, under my guardianship. I am meant to teach him and show him the way of being like I am.
A few days later, traveling through Girona, Spain, I kept encountering images of the Virgin Mary with three infant angels at her feet, floating in the clouds. I came to believe they were the same three—one of whom I had pledged to protect and teach.
*This astral vision was received on the 10th of January, 2026
*The first time I saw the new born angelic child was on the 15th of October, 2025 exactly 3 days after a miraculous apparition of the mother appeared in the clouds, during our science and consciousness conference in South of France, and I had announced the birth of a new aeon on my socials, but have not yet detailed the events that took place that day, which I will publicly announce in time.