When I first encountered angel number 2323 I was twenty-three years old and 23 days. The year before some friends had introduced me to Wicca and I had renounced my Christian faith. For some reason, I foolishly assumed that angels only existed within the walls of the Christian church and I had no need of them. Fortunately for me, the angels didn’t see it that way!
The place we went to college was known as a place of power where the forces of magic, both good and ill, gather, it was located at 2323 Richards st — angel number 2323.
My husband, an extremely sensitive empath, was having problems. Being new to all this, we couldn’t shield the house properly, and whatever felt like “borrowing” him for a while would do so — often with disastrous results. Every day at 23:23 (again angel number 2323) he had a mental crises.
Sleep became a state of torment and I never knew exactly who I was going to bed with or who I would wake up to.
He kept screaming that something was stalking him and trying to drive him insane. He wrote 2323 on the walls and cried.
On Halloween the problem seemed particularly bad. He kept screaming that something was stalking him and trying to drive him insane. He wrote 2323 on the walls and cried. I could see some sort of shape in the darkness, which seemed unusually thick, but it only laughed when I demanded it leave us alone. Suddenly, I heard a rush of wings and a golden haired, sword wielding personage in blue robes appeared over the bed. I gasped and shouted, “Look, an angel!” My husband stopped struggling and said, “Yes, I see!” Three more of the beings appeared but the one in blue was the only one I could see clearly. The room, which had been chilly before, now began to warm. A soft voice, deep with compassion, spoke: “Behold, we will rid thee of this thing.” A second voice commanded, “Cover your eyes and hold each other. Do not look at what we will do.” We obeyed. I felt a blast of heat ripple over the covers and a wind whipped my hair across my face. A loud voice bellowed, “Get thee hence!”
In the morning when we woke, we found the words “I love you” scrawled across the bedroom wall in blue.
When I opened my eyes, all but the angel in blue had vanished. My husband asked whom he had to thank for ending the reign of terror and the being whispered, “Mikiel” before disappearing. In the morning when we woke, we found the words “I love you” scrawled across the bedroom wall in blue.
I contacted an angel practitioner and she told me the meaning of angel number 2323 is that evil spirits are surrounding you. You need to pray hard and do good things to pure yourself.
And ever since then when we needed help, the angel Mikiel has been there and to him I prayed constantly.