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Angels...
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Angels... I awoke with a sense of unease. It was still dark and I could hear rain falling gently against the window. I knew instantly that I was still alive. It did not surprise me. Nothing had gone my way, and, even now, I had failed in ending it all. As I lay there in bed, my mind empty, not willing to contemplate the day ahead, I began to notice a pale shape emerging from the gloom of the bedroom. A short while later I realised that the sound of rain was more like the sobbing of a . In time, my mind pieced these things together and slowly I began to understand. Sitting on the floor, in the corner of my bedroom, was an angel. I did not move. My body turned as cold as ice. So this must be death after all. This is what I had prayed and hoped for. This is what my miserable life had come to. But why was I so scared and afraid. Why these mixed emotions of success and failure. Life did not hold the terrors of uncertainty that awaited me now. Frozen with fear, all I could do was watch. I noticed the angel was a young man. All white from head to toe and with very large and beautiful feathered wings like a swan. He was naked except for a pair of white trousers. His torso was muscular and fit. He sat on the floor in the corner with his feet pulled up and his arms wrapped around his knees. He would have been a perfect vision of beauty except that, on looking closer, he was crying. Sobbing like a baby. His eyes were so sad and bore signs of pain. Tears ran uncontrolled down his cheeks. 'Am I ...' I could not say the word dead, the sound caught in the back of my throat. As I spoke the angel looked up at me with a start. His eyes still full of tears. 'No, you are not dead.' He said. Smiling compassionately but crying. He held my gaze with his beautifully sad eyes. His presence somehow warmed me. The initial shock was ebbing away and a calm and peaceful aura descended like a blanket. No, you are not dead... No, you are not dead... I felt, for the first time in many months, at peace and at ease. 'Why are you here? Why are you so sad?' I said. He pause, looked away to gather himself then turned towards me and said. 'I am here to take you away from this life. To collect your soul and to guide it to rest.' 'So... am I... going to die?' I asked hesitantly. As I spoke I felt that familiar feeling of regret and disappointment. 'No. You will not die.' He said as tears ran faster down his cheeks. 'I can't do it. I can't take your soul.' He looked away and started sobbing again. 'I can't end the life of someone whose soul is so beautiful.' He glanced back at me. 'You see, I have looked at your future. I know I should not have looked, but your future, if you live, holds so much promise. You have yet to grow and blossom. You will touch people deeply... You will spread love and happiness...' He faltered in his words. A brief, bright, spark of joy in his eyes died away. I thought about his words. About a future and happiness. I though about my innocent childhood, and how that had an unquenchable thirst for life. The sense of peace and compassion that the angel gave me filled my heart with hope. No, you are not dead... No, you are not dead... 'So why the tears? Why the sadness?' I asked, not understanding his display of emotion. 'I was sent to take your soul away and I have refused. Now I can't return.' He sobbed. 'Do you mean, you will have to stay here?' I said. 'No, I can't stay. Angels can't live for long in this world. I am dying.' As he spoke those words I noticed, for the first time, that his beautiful, swan like, wings seemed to weigh heavy on his back. The brilliant white of the feathers did not shine out with the same radiance as before and his beautiful, muscular body was growing tired and weary. 'I will get you some food and drink.' I said as I got myself out of bed. 'I will not watch you die!' 'No food, thank you. But maybe a glass of water.' He said. I hurried past him and left the bedroom. Just as I was returning with the glass of water a brilliant white flash of light lit up the bedroom in front of me. My heart stopped and the fear returned. Although the light faded a little I knew it's presence did not bode well for my angel. I slowly and hesitantly made my way to the bedroom door. Stopping just outside to peer in. My angel, still sitting on the floor in the corner, had his head bowed. In front of him stood a tall, elderly angel who radiated such an intense and pulsating bright light that you could not look at him directly. My angel was speaking in a quiet and respectful manner. '... so I could not take her soul. I know I have done wrong, but, you see... I needed to know.' My angel looked up at the elderly angel. 'She reminds me so much of someone I once knew. Could it be her?' The elderly angel spoke but I could not hear what he said. My angel replied, bowing his head again. 'Yes, I understand... I should have helped her, but I didn't notice her pain.' He looked up with a defiant look. 'I will not spend this life sitting back. I must help!' He then added, with a sorrowful tone in his voice. 'Whatever it takes.' There was a long silence. Maybe the elderly angel was speaking, it was hard to tell. I became weak and overcome with tiredness. I slumped down leaning against the doorframe. I place the glass of water on the floor before it became too heavy to hold. As I sat there, tired and drained of energy I heard a voice. A voice so close it was as if someone was whispering in my ear. 'Your angel will guide you, but not in death. He will guide you in life. All he asks is that you follow him and do not abandon him.' said the voice. Even before the question formed in my mind the voice replied 'You must learn how to see him, how to read the signs.' I do not remember any more. I fell into a restful and peaceful sleep, the like of which I have not had in a long time. When I awoke I could no longer sense the presence of my angel. I opened the bedroom door and quickly looked into the corner. He was gone. The sun was now shining brightly through the window. As I stood there a ray of sunlight reflected off an object floating down beside me. I instinctively held out my hand. Gently floating down, and nestling into my palm, was a white feather. So brilliant and radiant. **** I wanted to add a little postscript to this story, to tell you the extraordinary way it came to mind and the effect that it had. But I think each one of us will have their own personal views. So I will leave that unsaid. Kisses Samantha |
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8/17/2011 9:40 am |
Had to go back and read it again .... interesting would be an understatement !! regards
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1/6/2012 7:15 am |
 Hotactuallyreal50 Susssssssed u lmao
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