About me. I'm an unusual one, there's no denying it. My name is Kathryn Bridget Carolyn Jackson, though most of my friends know me better as Sachael. I have gone by many, MANY names over the centuries, including Taliesin, Sorcha, Sita, Resting Deer, Zipporah, and Svetlana, along with others that I have most likely forgotten.

My religion is my own, an odd blend of beliefs. But officially, I suppose you could call it nondenominational gnostic Christian: a belief that all gods are merely expressions of the One, as He presents Himself to each varying culture and time; along with a disdain for the many squabbling sects of organized Christian religion, and a refusal to associate with their petty arguments.

To better explain, I should probably cross-post from my Facebook notes, no? Very well, then...

THE TRUTH ABOUT AN INCARNATED ANGEL, as cross-posted from my Facebook, as copied and pasted from an introduction to one of many otherkin forums.

Well, hello all. I might as well introduce myself, no? My name is Sachael (sah-khay-el, if you were wondering), but you're welcome to call me Sach, Kate (the name my parents gave me), or even Hey You, as long as you don't call me Alpaca Sock ("sock" is how Sach is pronounced, and my friend called me a pair of fuzzy socks once when I happened to be wearing said socks...).
Now that that's out of the way...about me.
You may want to sit back and relax, because this is going to be a very long post.
I consider myself an angel, as you can see in the title. I have known this for sure for a little over a year now, although I guess you could say I'm still in the process of awakening, as I'm constantly remembering more and learning more to this day.
It all started March 7 of 2007. I had already been introduced to the idea of otherkin by my close friend, who identified as an angel, September of the previous year, so the idea was nothing new to me. I had suspicions that I was otherkin, but I had no idea what kind, or even how to go about figuring myself out. Then, on February first, A. (I'll refer to her by this for the sake of privacy) ran away, soon after turning 18. I couldn't really blame her...her mother constantly drank and beat her almost every day. I figured out pretty soon after that that A. wasn't going to be around to help me any more, so I decided to start investigating possible kintypes on my own.
I had thought for a while that I was some sort of cat, due to the urge to purr when happy and hiss/growl/scratch when sad or upset. But that just didn't seem right, as I'd often had dreams of myself as a cat, but with four huge teal wings, and besides that, "cat" just didn't FIT.
I also have always had an itching feeling on my shoulderblades, and on my waist on my lower back. I could sometimes SWEAR I had physical wings, because I could sometimes feel the wind ruffling the soft, sleek feathers. So come mid-February, I had the idea...I think I might be an angel, like A.
I started poking around online, searching for validation. Then, on March 7, I stumbled across the name "Sachael". It looked familiar, and sounded pleasant when I said it, but I shrugged it off. After all, I also wish my parents had named me "Annalisse", but that didn't mean "Annalisse" was ME. But something kept dragging me back to that name. Something made me associate ME with that name. I studied it more closely, and then I sat back and said "Oh..my...God...how could I forget that? How could I forget my own name?". Then, for no reason whatsoever, I started to cry.
I've done MUCH more research into myself since then, and I've come to the conclusion that I am one of the cherubim. That FINALLY explained why I had feline tendencies: one form a cherub can take is that of a giant winged cat. Now I have a clear picture of that feline form: the body and face of a jaguar, but the thinner tail and coloring of a lioness, and on the back, four huge wings the color of a murky teal stream, two at my shoulderblades, and two at the hips.
There are two memories that I remember especially clearly: one of Home, the first level of Heaven, and one of Father, God Himself. Those memories are unforgettable.
Father: It's like when you were a child and your mother held you and rocked you to sleep..a feeling of utter peace, security, and love. Once you see His face or hear Him say your name, everything is wiped from your mind except unconditional love, and the longing to just hear/see Him again. You get this feeling that you would NEVER even THINK of going against what He asks you to do, because you KNOW that whatever it is, it's for the best. It's the most wonderful feeling in the universe. Even the deepest, truest love you feel here in this life is a weak shadow in comparison.
Heaven: I only have a few CLEAR memories, but there's this one i really like. It's a huge cool, damp forest with mossy ground, but there's nothing dead. No dead pine needles or leaves or ANYTHING, everything is so ALIVE. There's deep rocky streams filled with something that LOOKS like water, but it's actually the song of angels, the universe, life itself. Absolute peace and tranquility.
The rank of cherub even makes sense, as, before I had figured out my angelic nature, I had referred to myself as a Singer. Singers, I later discovered, is an obscure and archaic title for the choirs of Heaven: the cherubim.
Well...I suppose that does it for now. If you have any questions, I'll be happy to answer them to the best of my ability.

In closing, I leave you with only one quote, albeit a bit paraphrased, from my dear friend C.S. Lewis.

“There are three cases for Jesus: he was either liar, lunatic, or Lord. Now, Jesus fits neither the profile for a pathological liar, nor the profile of a raving madman, so the only reasonable conclusion that can be drawn is that Jesus Christ is, indeed, Lord.”

Inshallah.