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By Max Hagedorn

Awakening from each exhaustion has provided me with the grace that the morning dawn had formed from God’s redemption.

Even this window between designations inclining to an inviting desperation that was at least partially witnessed by ways of dreading the scavenging through indecisive accumulations that the second half of my family has been directed to facilitate with the simple incentives of prolonging affective modes of potential and from vengeful drifts approaching the maze I still am unwinding. We have our inbox incoming from where we all eventually narrowed down and navigated each cycle of official acceptation through each day and night we mark then back through with pins again till they pass our view towards the sky for further decisions.

What affirming notions from a phenomena of symbolization methods and the scaling being a frail subjective height that is directed from our view of held shiftings and reoccurring responsibility to diagnostic tests at the heights of the will of man against the given action or needing approval. As long as there remains connecting constellation in the hectic peers across the lightning energy to personally morph into function of reality with the scanning being additional, jotted notes and profiles become more familiar while we approached the arrangement of trends where the examination or determined scale of value or hands-off action that we prayed delivered—passing executional success of holding were what we prayed for during our segments and throughout various lengths of guidance, from watching to intervening in subtle dreams or a lethal intercrossing.

With our tallies and comments vaulted, if not escalating, channels that were documented and the viewing passed to each other before its contained where our set-out for brushing up on alerts or random finds that there is prompted by the continues to the high sky figured we ourselves were spirits working on programs to know the fraction of a sliver of the true personality of the program we were assigned years ago, near birth at a time where we directed and presented before God almighty as certain whispers across the field of mishap or fresh scares; had his other set of watchers placed while our fret was dim when we feel we come from a substantial entities of light, our living room stations…the three of us, from the beginning of our lives, were one collective project and brought by proven focus and equipped by our duty to bring peace to this working habitat which other, similar houses served until we fall at the feet of God: pleading that our service was true. Obeying in this way, being separated from immediate mankind, consisted of shut in weeks at a time, gazing into the screen, connected watchers to integrate, explaining to newcomers on board, but most of the time cleaning the edges with my sister from my cousin’s phenomenal gift of increasing pace were set to interact and build a people—my skin simply burned.

So then our presence of protection and shielding for the exposures with wielded for utilization of a daily poll which differs as the public sampling with questions of their regard of a higher progress and whether they read it in the right moment—the same general questions are posed with different structures of varying symbols of the value, and with the peace holdings via other mixes of different factions of sect coverage. Conjoining that which being noted and paired with similar archetypes by the prime nature of His true, universal foundation that was built on different and unique beginnings. It was realized as each motion is becoming more tangible or imaginable by their interaction with the tests with subtle ends of unchangeable tiffs or conflicts of core character at times denying themselves progress and healing when they cannot open for time of listening for God’s sincerity.

While showing endurance partly to the natural flow that a true fact needing to be intervened by other circles of our similar honor system directed when passed on—I focus on a couple of progressing communities and about four surrounding marks with certain parameters needing a stamp of approval. Our room has a positive record of random oversight that is conducted and passed upwards while left with new obstacles and permissions out there moving through trial and error. In the sky where the answers come and go, and at the interval of an alarm in the room notifying us to check with smaller inputs ingrained in each mode of action that the subject and predicament arise from what carried them to this point of observation—at the cusps, remembering glimpsing at the gates of heaven which some aspects were hinted when we examined our own outputs and the process of transcendence the light we remembered expanding and revealing in prayer. There in white was relayed factors of true signifiers and accompanied by all-natural beings regrouped into a correlated system where with adjacent justice at the forefront; we as guardians at best to our peers at time reflex obstacles from the credits already held beyond—we look through several viewers and follow the manual that is now accessed as an impossibly separated reality that I personally could not return to the action of heat outside our home hub while fully dedicated and sworn to sifting through various chaos, Our cousin was the fittest fight, active and poised to the danger and settled the conflicts.

Rumors from speculative and chatty schemes that shook the dirt from God’s rumination on these points of human systematic proneness to disastrous chaos and mishap slowly build to the mass human concern by pushing it to the appointed fragments of humanity which are above to that which holds closer to the commandments; not always clearly conveyed or noticed in the route of the objectives engaged for in the overview examination, but the checkpoints we operate reveals plenty of sin and it past the taxing stress and horror that passes through: I for one often pull at my hair and bite my knuckle determining how many flags must be immediately shut down at times and required intervention with a certain dose of justice or the powerful gesture of a thought placement…maybe God even grants blessings he then sends back to those present in the active world of pace and happenings.

When it trembles below and the earth’s tension shifts gears with emerging fascists of colliding proclamations that stand out to a recognizable state of decisions; most of the time high-stress and prying sequences attached with other groups with different means. The network of guarded stances had coverage beyond the crowded business to the intricate secrets of home communication—all to the thoughts of proven compatibility where the hints have registered to the higher power that they resign to continue on as we clear various paths in a way of guidance. The keen precision in data placement and history groupings that were destroyed at the end of the segment, as well as a time of wave pins on arrhythmia where there is reorganization and tweaking each shadow casted that requires bleeps of disastrous evil at times—as much it was conducting helpful whisper in honor of obedience and the act of pleasing God with your words and actions…there were some instances where the hearts of the people were just dented and covered so we could never then immediately reach them; merely hoping another could intervene and show grace.

The voice in the sky light with a rhythm felt in all the senses were not just orders as though we could properly decipher what cannot be explained…there were other guardians, and that God’s voice was promptly felt more in the core of our soul that we have devoted, and after each day He recoiled to other parts of the Earth. He infers the caution and goals for open pins that he says there is not immediate need for a group of forgiveness to be dispersed when the priorities are intended and believed where the loyalty of true work regardless the responsibility that we dedicated to our twenty-four seven…as I stretched in my chair and rubbed my eyes, I heard the television static behind me in the corner of the room where Devin was crashed on the couch. She was recovering from a physical and vocalized transactions out there locally, it was safely trustful where several watchmen still followed her to the park and back, always guiding the faithful. Suddenly there was military news live in the dark corner where she then stretched out with a yawn and sat up looking at me with a hard smile like each day in our parent’s old home where we worked at this point. It was not just me and my sister in person, but also our elevated and gifted cousin who could be subtle with an insertion of commands, but on the dashboard and falsify to accept counterpoints of activity regarding angels, an honorable act. The sun burns through my time to work and lets me known in about thirty seconds with paired input and the sky opening…I enjoyed the helm at times.

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Devin turned on the kitchen lights while listening to me run through today’s presumed barriers and few successes registered upward for the last twelve hours, and if there needed be transfer approvals carrying over to her…if there was one active throughout the night there should not of a matter of concern in retrospect because Robby would be present this morning and it was probably one of his guys watchman tuned similarly, and with details on a sensitive matter without functionality; just an obscure man under a tree for hours south thinking ancient prayers—the random but significant mysterious of a lonesome helm. Devin murmured quietly to herself and I was not sure if she was listening to me correlate the agenda, or if she was singing a song. She seemed almost detached and exhausted for another day…it was from here many choir appraisals and where she sung in delight of our creator. When she short circuited in the past, it usually infers that she had witnessed something late yesterday afternoon…she did not mention anything obscure or much disclosure on anything. If she knew about the alert down south, I feel as though it would be marked in the system and pried at its profile deconstructed with add-in safeties or a back forth questionnaire…I wonder but neither of us knew what changes would proceed.

I turned off the television and Devin seemed opposed to alternative actions that suddenly interrupted her bringing on the senses and that she would become energetic and apt to explain a subject that was unauthorized and actively pressing the peripherals and with high-valued collectives that would become a problem anyway—the demons working ingrained. Then she began slowly asking about what to do about the affairs on the television that she had woken up to…I said my eyes had been closed and that I was feeling exhausted myself from the length of eyes and he extent of brutality outside that was beguiling. I briefly peered at the voided screen that was waiting on keys for Devin’s clock-in. Even if they are outside our boundary and pass through the scans: does not all together mean that we would not find out what this mischief was and this seemingly almost purposeful and widening and open like a test from God. It was understood that Robby could gather and logically grasp the cusps of strife and untwining evil affecting our outlines that tugged at our heart each box marked of straying out to humanistic self-gratification rather that the strife of the many. Robby arrived early at around nine from meetings and interceptions from there to the house then hurrying to set up his briefcase and bypassing the intricacies of his own satellite, which had been granted by the higher-angel for space that he has had functioning for almost five years pushing his framework of action having to divide the different factions of watchmen and an intervening spirit placed on this earth…he was equipped and reaching for halfway and hearing God’s commands to obey. Devin and I shared the desk in front of blinds for a glimmer of daily rays in shifts while Robby tuned his AM radio and began typing geographic coordinates and pressed the Q key and sent destabilizers and corruption to his data…Robby said aloud that he knew him and we need not worry at the point—that he has dealt with mysterious signal. Devin took my spot and I retired in front of the buzzing television with my mind hardly recovering..

She has several windows for consultations of common advice or system building in a friendly manner of scooting tactics already found with a replenishing tests against them being years past her true coverage in advice. There were a few problematic requests of confiding crimes or pilfering for gatherings, but we could not attach ourselves to the notion of personal affliction or poise to embody any stance but the protocol that was always cultivating the best scenario to heal and recollect in the presence of God. We for the most part initiate the action needed from the sequence of mass distribution of the current report circulating high and low, but rather them being individuals seeking God directly we would not all convey a relation in spirit and in working for the people…assistance was preconditioned by Him and we directed light to light. There were crimes, displeasures, secrets, and evil prone to be healed in short waves of bravery against it that which has ancient idol worshipping and lustful gains, and brother hating brother everyday while we remain on the cusp of noncompliance and hands off, ergo, the manifesting of truth. Down the line where we become relatively found and get pestered by systems and collaborations that worked on the side of the crime and condoned these evil doings back against what cannot be justified—eye for an eye, Father warns against. Its not that we push wholesome repairs to be dispersed in all people to collect news but our business is rather engraining a true, genuine message to the inner parts of the beings suitable for heaven again and to find their footing in a cycle of helping the lost and intervening when necessary. Our efforts resemble the clarity blessed with clouds being that the distance and weight that fills the stairs flown up to was not the immediate priority in the context of what our mission collects but rather what can be helped, prevented, or made to be that God turns to when coming to know the genuine hearts of potential followers to grow his kingdom. Though it would seem that Robby would be the meek traveler out for something we were never informed and where his methods and capabilities were questionable in a manner that it may cross blurry lines of altered technicalities that God allowed such intervening strides for over-all applicable and the safety that applies to the greater good…I could only imagine the worse for what mishap may require a firm departure to whichever crooked style in said mishap. Through the heights and doors quieting his pace as he conducts serious and conflicting chats whispering in his corner; the AM drowning out his pattering whispers. There of images, video, and I believe this was about terrifyingly magnificence leap to string thoughts from only specific subjects that were integrated, sometimes unknowingly, and served a specific purpose of guided objectives that seemed all natural to everyone but Robby…hyper stressed, infuriated, apt to hop in the middle and stride outside to intercept an interference that he was alerted for to mind a relevant tactic of counter evil and times being the only watcher who succeeded at guardian tendencies.

At times my sister and I would alternate rest intervals due to our intercepting of each other’s progress and work flow and it was evaluated and investigated in the parameters of our reach and pressing subjects that were high spun and active to their own lives of exploration or even when the mundane communicates through the mind of potential threats; it was all neatly correlated and the tracking visuals were stuck to the system being that we were working with souls and rhythms of good and evil…still monitoring each fraction of the being. I started organizing the authentic registries that were a lot like unintended proof of behavioral successes that were seeking an alternative from the common world and sought the kingdom of God…some were able to correct and soberly initiate their patterns of disarraying outbursts and to the extent of deliberate curses occupying and spreading through channels of tainted substance or their senses overfilling while manipulating a dimness in another and exposing them to sins against God.

A segment that was playing out of Robby’s radio thanking God for a period highlight broadcasting the worlds greatest battles in sports. There was a fidget and calculative hurry in his brain, and something we could not intentionally understand was our cousin’s facilitation of details and the matter of where he went when he stepped out walking a fast pace not that all together decisive being an object to check…he had polaroids with the corner’s tagged with the abbreviated note inferring Berlin, Japan, or Mexico. Robby was not in the pictures, and they may have not been his altogether to begin with…he kept to himself and covered pictures and notes with a few folders or blank paper. It was not the sports or specific messages from church being that every event, to Robby, was coated with digits and scraps of intel that he was paying mind and gathering while at the same down holding notes up high and shuffling around his desk which his dignified work and every day replenishing said desk served as his decoration, obviously absorbing his whole life—all still with honor and diligence. I showed some of his shorthand to Devin and she ventured to have the cryptic mappings passed along to others that, I mentioned, were still not leveling with Robby’s complexity and extensive insight…plus, I tried to take a photo of the photo: invisible…nothing there. It was a special ink that could be silver light containing a thought, some sort of alien gadget; none of these factoids resembling the usual call for service and was bizarre how Robby could rarely part to converse…I heard him mention holographs and was taken aback to his keenness being his posture in the midst of forming.

Our functionality was good—we took on rebuking the shadows consistently and were proactive though our position was near redundant..I found, throughout the stillness with click and maneuver, inserting hope against the chaos. Years back, with different modes of learning and enclosing the Book with intention, we were born for the purpose of persevering and prolonging overall goodness throughout the world. When Robby taps at his Brian with his pen and checks his wristwatch I could infer that a point of interest of occurrences was developing and he would be off out the side door…he left his radio on and I was listening to an interview with an Olympic swimmer and how he was gleaming with joy for participating and medaling for the USA. I find nothing more plausible than a lifetime of discipline and the exposure to exemplify one’s lifelong passion and compete for your home. I remember Mother never pushed us to compete though I would have if there were more time…more time to see our Father before his figure vanished at a distance…still in His work, the beautiful was running against the outlet of exhaustive repetition of results on what was merely self-competition in the passionate form; moral too—or for the sake of someone else. I believe generosity is all to be dealt and triumphed through. While sitting away from the blinds listening to the AM, there were several messages in various states, not knowing if this was counter or blimps that were near underground.

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My stale body is weak from a sustained tension past each dusk’s symbolized declaration to continue on with observing navigations tilted by advancements in stimuli that constructs with inaccessible, high-grade functions and perimeters that are developed for simple rundowns of found pairings of embrasure figures; in human stances for eventual sliver of input briefly skimming with whoever is listening to consider and move on. That as the transmitter holds contemporary alerts kept sensing and awake in many different ways at once while Robby then removes a flash drive and turns on the AM radio and listens to the Christian message station. When his right frame lightens his face and the progress untangles by the frightening urgent calls from the other watchers or emergency occurrences in the streets…all spotted and proactively unbounded with a miracle of healing…Robby takes strolls outside, still connected, and he says he is visiting an associative but I have seen him hushed in a scene of public passings and maneuvers to hide and drift back through the shadows and alleys to the front steps of our house and walks in and reboots the AM—he knows I follow his path from the top corners of the streets and rooms. When he feels like talking, he at times he groans from a temperament that was understood, not letting me have the slightest hint though, and it shows, by far, what a need to know and otherwise coexisting as something not revealed to particular angels…this is a common development working towards unity, but also almost sickly unbearable as he rapidly taps his feet and the groaning at the desk while he ensures the chaos is petrifying. He was always muttering about the angels and their human form or at times spirits to be retrieved by deriving messages from temperature…the bold and golden glory when they touch a person’s shoulders directing them away from the demons from the sewers and containing the venom’s dispersion and entireties of malfunctioning groups that gather and deploy irrational evil for it being the only way to move from here to there; flailing mindlessly, screaming and laughing, never pleading for forgiveness or awake when they rise in the pits of midnight’s lingering depths of despair. Though, if there were different forms of angels and some, like me in the human form…Robby was warned early on being son of various spirited perceptions, who have left him stranded in this life but left Robby to his potential from the anger he naturally conjured from the isolation but in God’s name invites the healing in…and he follows the path so and never falters with doubt; meaning he was grateful, but drawn almost sinisterly to operate at a pace of a more authoritative edition than the big heart, the lovey kind of heart he showed little but the good was apparent through his sequences of saving and preventing the different ties and shades of emotions.

In the room he always quickly gets to the point of necessity with pinned floating errors that cannot fix themselves. He zooms and increases the view and gets that camera wiggles for context…it could be a drunk driver, a burglary, or some immediate threat that I was not as accustom to solutions as Robby…I kind of tended to the moral, cloud texture influence and I did claim to be affiliated with the obviously tension against the shadows and any of it witnessed by Robby with the advantage by blessings…he would mutter at times and whisper against horrid evil words to smite said evil with the power and strength of God. My idea of hellish appearances was the forest fires I would see on tv or the horror movies that directed and entertained the easily impressionable soul that seemed to giddy under the guise of all what is thought up is simply made up rather than a hypothetical process of learning to steer clear rather than being taught in the worst way—my Aunt assured me that Robby was kind and full of light, not stubborn and busy-minded with stress and real threats that he would hardly ever shoulder turned a view towards what he accomplished, even being quite young at 143 years all serving all forms of golden light.

As Devin and I grapple through with permission sorting and possible brushes of muffled breaching from the crawling darknesses whose tactics were used merely as showing immediate change in ownership of property distraction and what little across the lands any conglomeration of efforts attempting to infiltrate was actually inserted in to sort of life cycle system; this was my height of insight with social transactions and the diligence that the love I show from the reigning of Father’s challenge to me to be more selflessly and loving, although my skin condition was not apt for change…I would watch here, seeing motion heating scans that located felt optimism or merely hearing there proclamations of praise…and if they could not figure to praise God for his healing then there would be levels of servant vs deceptive categories that either improved or weakened their overall spirit and there were incentives because there was a desperate need of genuine relay to mitigate and gather for the expulsion of their each separate path once registered and treated to the potency of the healed.

When they turn upward and surrender in a manner of accepting the ‘Yes’ and spurring the Yes to elongate the overall approval of the hosts that we guardians would emphasize and value. The bizarre pings reappeared and turned out not being a lost transmission or error…it was a church in the streets where they gathered in peace and built till they were pushed in doors. It would not be logical to quiet an alert of such apt and true cause that is in the best of things…I separated and zoomed in on the coordinates and the gathering details and assured them with blessings. The servant leader was directed towards Robby and was soon reintegrated on the same very streets in a short time, there being few angels gathered in every church, always. There are these low-key info sequences queries that always need addressing in a formative manner for conformation for whichever specification was understood and prioritized by the request the churches sought.

Or at the risk of false realizations of taking pride in the darkness to the depths of confusion, loss, death, pain, and evil. It is unfortunate to realize over and over again, as I watch the souls, that they continually attach to the more defeated modes of navigating all things in their life and encourage pridefulness and wickedness to a point of ill mania and an unknowable pit of torment and judgement, still directed to the worst darkness of all. It is deceptive at times because I have watched them from the beginning and guided them to safety with merriment and hope…how easy it is to fall into temptation—I part them and too few circle back for another chance to be in the light and join all goodness, and to return to the self of purity that the dread and shame is gone and in fact finding Home for all to sing for the conjoining purpose found in the heavens.

Robby sent me the alert regarding one of the churches and I pushed satisfaction to the forefronts of the attendances and intricate implementations of humble values…Devin propped up in her chair, sort of humming a song—then mentioning muttering quietly that she had manifested a few watchers to sit on and derive a plan that she did not look over and had become quieter as time moves forward while collects points in her agenda which seemingly overwhelmed my sister. I felt that my personal exploration in this act of prayer has faltered at the one we serve and His happiness and I was not sure how Devin felt lately about it all…we knew him actually, or remembered his silhouette…but nonetheless she does her job with grace then withdrawals to sleep to rest her thinking mind—she never elaborated much about our parents or specifically identifying all the different angels and spirits…God was true but the both of us, along with most of watchers on Earth, only get to the gates much rumored. She was the reason I started branching out to go witness encounters out there, she only dared me long ago and despite the risk it was enthralling and much different than crawling through light sources. Devin never did that. Maybe she would have dreams on whether our system was weakening; or finding exhilaration for her paced ethics of inactive input when we were awake congruently to chase the extent and go beyond simple considerations that could recollect the minimized system of control.

I looked at Devin’s recent workflow and noticed she had apparently surrounded the two abnormal breaches and had sent guardians already to infiltrate and closed both of our access. Robby was typing away and breathing slowly and heavily while relieving stressful accumulations of multifaceted routes and ties that there was some devil in the works that pestered the flow and functionality. Robby alerted my station and this was not a passed along alert but these were counter powers targeting Robby specifically due to his wide and potentially threatening array of intel…he gathered more indirect information and I peered at the volume of flagged actions and the map points suddenly looked correlated. Being so, Robby sprung to dial voice messages now alerting to the means of whole earthly consequences but a solution when God measures the amount of change that must occur for the evil to fall but the purpose of that intention weighing against the difference.

It was necessarily learned with a normalcy of sudden alternated incongruence that sections were not determined by the immediate outline and that some the threats were so simply tangible in a matter of moments where genuine support or aide from the immediate proximity that building a coverage with slight luck that it was acted on in calmly and timely favoritism that our souls were not affected but it was all real and close danger to the people outside going about their lives…whether if there was enough distribution by one else involved different geographic cannot find outside of district.

Tempting illuminations disorient in magenta biology conditioned with a preserving new shadow from a hint of the points near and far…its on an honest light that was powered etiquette for my process to conjoin after the scan or deflect in a matter of the alternating symbols I have detached from. I cannot be sure of my humanly functions inspired and again directed in an invisible whisper the light life from these sources encourage each other. In every night there were moments I was pausing for a pray of refrain…not a fear of corruption but a loss against the enemy who so facilitated a corruption that so easily camouflaged with his servants to the hearts of authentic and real innocence which we know was not the last draw from the arena of God’s beauty and healing for who locate the heartening spirit that can be transferred far more delicately than simple evil being accepted and traded off for other false satisfactions.

Rebuking the shadows in evidence of the eye earned for generalizing that was brought up close for the maximization for the room with an approach to clear and cleanse…when I heard God was needed on the earth for humans inflicting themselves a darkness, there gave purpose again to where I missed the love and guidance shown in a victorious matter that He was all the same for even the meekest servant or sinner alike…He is good. It is not so that the world is merely in fiery turmoil and catastrophe hidden behind every corner showing danger and prolonging unwarranted fear in us who long for peace. As the early morning distilled and Robby had eased the taps by his shoes and turned the AM up a hair going from church to news, news to church…he was nervous that us being slightly exposed that other servants would attempt to retire or ease the pace of our triangle of facilitation and structure. As the voices of friend or foe warn for caution, though Robby declares safety, there are possible patches that may stay broken, or maybe even altogether exposed for action to beg the question of how we are needed to go about…I become weary of rest and of Devin, was this exhausting her and she being a bit older than I am a bit older than Robby, should there be an authoritative addition to replace some of Robby’s pull and stressors…when Devin was such a vibrant composer and advocate for the system and servant leadership that she spoke so highly of the purpose she was obtaining: she nudged me to seek access and listen to her about the truth that sets free…our Father gifted us this pathway it was a preparation to heal the chaos that was now so bleak as my eyes dimmed tuning out the lights and and over the years with such interference being slightly so natural and with the heaven’s technology was so vastly beyond…the inserting messages and proactive positivity was seemingly only partial of the human experience I have avoided. I could not ask Robby about the risk or the success after the risk; being among demons as well after a sleepless night directed a voice from the television where reality was meekly conjoined…and by the parameters of caution is the forgiveness the insomnia moved onwards.

Back then, I was without any learned preparation for the current state of immediate direction seeing and peering from a chair that I was graciously allowed from a simple servant of God to a guardian for his people. And before most of my technical and moral abilities were wielded in desperation to serve, and heightened to a code of discreetness learned one way or another though inflicting truth against the common subjects what I never could imagine then—though I remained in tune with the ethos of family and honored what was still to the extent of the sacrificial recurrences the angels persistently acted, and over as if it was bountiful act that I slowly understood was necessary when Father feels helpless so far away…I could not imagine their readiness to embrace what I have offered then, only teased the surrendering passion of what I today hold as priceless and holy. I learned how value is more gifted than traded.

I was at the limit of my own volition being without immediate relations to stay and communicate for direction that I felt absent of support with all the sin and tainted souls that were screaming violently there dark energy away though it was a recycling that the system automatically renders and looks passed to the true, new hope all are left with to press on their path. Though Devin had mentioned a plan that she would be circulating and scouting occurrences near me by the end of the year…though by drudging myself through common hosts of households of affiliation to what all brings me back eventually…there were good samaritans and loving habitats that on a ground level found me in need and I would relieve myself of this unnatural poverty and education that I enjoyed assisting, but Devin would eventually sign me out early on from the obligations humans tended to follow, and where I kept quiet still overtime, flipping through studies and attending gatherings of an offer of love I knew from early on that there would be more ways to honor mother and told myself our father was somewhere out there and that I would resemble what my sister has already formulated my allegiance.

In school there were already peculiar frights of wickedness and disobedience already circling and stirring up in the youth’s souls…I carried the book with me and I had explanations if anyone ever asked, but there was not—rather I could not reform and there was uncleanness developing in the world, and locally there was no resemblance to potency of the healing my family rightly fixated as commendable and shining light that I started to truly see when I was most threatened to defend my armor that masked my fear…never doubt, because God took care of me and I found peace looking out of the rooms at the sky in classroom and seeing my first angel waving from behind the clouds.

Devin had already started serving and learning the ways beyond the obstacles of how much there is a difference with the oversight and longing to keep peace in the world and offer a safe path while the wicked were directed in circles to spiral into an exhaustive defeat that the ground would then promptly cause them to deteriorate…the spirits would stalk my adolescent receptiveness and I prayed against the darkness. They would intercept my motion from place to place and the intimidation of the possessed or the pure shadows I was amidst was more darkness that what the humans felt…Devin assured me that I would be a Commander and our families’ light would shine and push darkness back and feeling my father’s presence in the slight way I could.

When the darkness squirmed in a corner of hate and pain, their only vocation was getting inside all the different steams sacrificing themselves for not much but the hopes of delivering one more soul from the depths of hell. The first few times I went out for vengeance or to test the shadows, Devin found me near her habitat, lying on the ground from a heatstroke from isolated encounters and immediately I was shown how grace could save me from the plummet of too far gone…I was not consumed or tempted, but my stance I took up, in the attempt to heal, there was new reason from learned mock-power that I needed to receive from God a blessing to fight this battle again forever. I abandoned firstly the outskirts Father side road for cursing while Devin convinced Father to circle back finding me passed out…cold and dehydration, the temperature.

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‘……….Day by day and with each passing moment, Strength I find, to meet my trials here; Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment, I’ve no cause for worry or for fear. He Whose heart is kind beyond all measure Gives unto each day what He deems best- Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure, Mingling toil with peace and rest……..…’

From the break of dawn, moving and the following thru with the misty recognition of expressions all directing glory to glory…He loves me when I am on the back porch watching the birds twirl and sing, and as showing their wakefulness while my eyes widened to the sky all becoming gracious prompts to see the colors green and gold persist. Whatever photographic and distilling fluidity of opening life, however its splendor, acts His will in such subtle tranquility; those minutes of shade was the tempting weariness of the minuscule temptations, but to let it shine through and guided however my mind interpreted the safety from my skin that began to steam at any feel of the light…days like this relief and nights at the helm at the front of the house…or merely light or dark, for a thought may deny forever being in the comfort of short-effort of picturing the textures somehow being an important matter when there is a mundane and bleak energy washed out to bathe in the goodness that was not the call for a shift in purpose or a retiring state like I had earned the right to reenter the light and lay endlessly like the cloud angels above…but I felt the light in my soul and knew the birds held the trees, clinging to it’s rest. What if its awhile before I see my father again, in memory of the back of his figure walking against the sunset, though I know in a significance in spirituality as though he never left…but I was amazed that he did not leave in tangible trails with memory that I remembered the shape of his face and figure but not much else at all, that I hear his voice this morning to shepherd the conflicts scratching at my spirit that he countered leaving me to the sets of control and find him under a tree looking out how I dreamt of often, the shepherd intaking his woke pressed up against the tree in the shadow, looking in my direction but not meeting eyes. The stillness was a choir, and my thoughts were prayers where Father still opened my questions to an always mode of acceptance and averted eyes that he would see if has risen to the sky, and with an ear to my callings, but I knew he was so distance and that maybe or paths would endure an insertion, but any fall or dilemma blocked us further away from what from him I could not so much; the truth even. To endure unexplainable goodness from a spot microcosmic to the winds of his whisper swaying his grace in pure flow that finds each heart when they see the sky. There is not fear when He is with me, and his trueness is every wisdom considered by allowing my freedom to merge into life and watch the bugs on the patio where the sun hides from me but attracts through my lava skin that I seemed to always blame myself for the danger, but could not compare with any angels—my skin had something to do with how the curse derived from either the second hand opium or the figure walking out, my father, who I longed to find answers for the sake of my identity needed to approach my helm and purpose from the strength to roam with streets I could fight off shadows; though it would attract them leaving me unknown to my nature and which ever does of light or dark I knew I served the Lord.

I prepared the points He sees as a dressed up as honoring presence of awe that I see in the sky and how the earth folds inward where the light I can direct into the room where your blessings are initiating that we watch and see them look upwards… and this was not the way of our filter or gain, but those who worshipped him knew we were just looking and lifting up thanking him at the sight and freedom, I hear the organ shake like an earthquake: this happens on Sunday when the obedience is formed by showing truth around every corner in every inch of nerve rejuvenated by the essence of appraisal and worship, all power from the praise and shaky where the tones filled the body with reverence, being that some remain in faith and knowing our Father’s promise to the goodness of intention seek from where he babied us pointing to the stars back then, but feeling his presence; turning our hearts see the sky and wondering what battles he was among or if he turned into salt beginning on his desert journey not looking back. The dew glimmers along the grass like I was in heaven where the nature remained along the attention distant from the tasks at hand but nonetheless beautiful …but at the same moments I see them hurt, like Robby’s prayers for what only he can know, that in time past appointed holdings of diligent word…If I was not so accustomed to the heat of alerts and that I hope I would find my way back to humbleness and show true love after directing the subjects and poking at their cognitive realms of what sticks as the truth could be on an automated life of half-commitment and self-interest that we could only open a word to their ears and pull at the strings of their heart inside their center soul that pulsed weak or strong…it is a day of peace because it is steadying the warping energies that are confined by outer lines that separate each soul conjoining the departing frailness that simmers to the desert and where there were tombs there is the crying out; a part of this coalition that I suggest an easing form that also tended to my heart being the way and that I wanted to be following the movements but that I know its a new day—I retreated to the trees looking out and following. When the warmness regained and the world as offering me moments to replenish and collect the modes of confirmation and letting the crooked tumble off; there is something that is regained in the process of stance when then after the spouts of difference and the lost thought to give into mundane comfort without caring how it sways—this we hear and where the unexpected awakens beneath the sky and the restless shadows still lurking on the streets as Robby was out peering—he was in presence due to the handful of deceptive beings that were disrupting and I was saving my skin though attentive to the line he would comment to during each promiscuous modes of detective offensive.

The choir shined the lifetimes of light, and we could relive the healing—there is contentment for the plus of health and being so untangled then directing it not through our mind or body, but here you see…our methods from those frenzies on Sundays; intervals of an ancient hum and echo the walls surround with presence of guardians new and old form to speak to hearts that may only feel fulfilled a few times a year even for those who align congruently. What astounding joy there being who they are, can you not hear us angels sing through translations checked and worldly trends still hold pure in sake of progress remaining declared still in the echo where it reaches our maximum take from righteousness and formulates or decisions for how it is digested, see that echo: He wiggles in waves to the healing and new feeling that would add control in an increasing stasis of being more aware of our surrounding and the new objectives whispered from beyond the sky to apply as first priority…and if there is ill willed thinking to reach the tongue so help the angels sigh…that the praises were meant for sake of glory, though attendance was pouring over and upwards. They are not ordinary; there are notions of signaled windows that reminds us the ambiguity like science only Robby could pilfer through and apply, and complex phenomena that suggest when we are self-minded there is much piled up from view and climbing being unnatural when revival is in the heart but pressed to seriousness of the sacrifice studying the patterns of the Book and new rhythm for accelerating the new epoch the cloud angels sang of…that is was glorious and it would be a victory, but to us in the shadows at night and the reptilian propositions to hold of by the decision of retrieved souls or the sacrifice the slaying of the demons…its not crossing out or doing correction from a misstep…this is a tornado scattering underneath when the elevation some human stayed and worked his corrections, so he knew we would have a chance at the sky. The trumpets follow the streets and people marched home to, again, the newly gratefulness that rejuvenates at the edge and so feeling drawn to infinity inside light; there is gleeful whispers and at times there are shouts feeling a victory over each pending doubt.

Before I could remain elusive and subtle, I had not entered the church since around the few years when I was baptized—only minding the faithful and their set-outs for change and to proclaim the numerous promises they were excepting to grip their reality and watch it bloom and derive eternal bliss to the humans who had little grasp on the actualization of the process; the true worship and reaping from the noble and the heartening servant who would not have ask of the multilayered shields and assistance; all good humble and satisfied. Devin was outgoing and felt the grins of compassion to embrace such innocent segment of lives remembering the origin that brought them to a peace and prosperity when conjoined singing praise—she would hear them recite their called for change in the prayers and their question of how literal G-d was…Devin met them with a guidance to merely pray and continue attending for further messages from God, that it was clear and their refugee in the temple was holding at a point of noble appearance that God did in fact find joy and pleasure in watching his people gather and sing.

I remember that she would glow from the light entering through the windows, and a radiance that she was surrounded by healed patients she has watched and nursed for so long. Even though we mutually have been stuck in rhythms of tiresome repetition, and knew each other’s strength and faults from our entire life being there and helping no matter what. She was a great sister and I imagine that she would be an esteemed artist depicting all the beauty and simplicity with her surroundings inspired across the open landscape that, alternatively traced humans to and fro detecting their internal bodies; mostly hearts and parts of the mind to mimic parts from what she recovered as a study to be more like them, visit them and bless as friend and over watcher. Other ladies would ask about her proneness being so engulfed in her time watching from afar, that they saw and thought what elegant and radiant she was outside the church…and when she would enter I myself was slightly amused that that calmness was proven alternative and how she was quick to grasp garment and bow at towards the elders who saw light in her eyes…she became talkative and though she knew word for word from the Book that she let the interruption to be in a mock-form still glorifying the most high and set praise to the conjuration and listen to the priest guide and building up the forthcoming of the One and what he was preparing to reign down with crowned jewels and trumpets. They wanted to know how she went about circling back to the modesty and oneness of her spirit. Devin sat in the back and sang back to praise, and her note taking method were more complicated than doodles…she left Marys tucked into Psalms 22 equipped from the pew.

My sister was the outgoing energy that guided me to guard our key from heaven—I had a feeling then that there was some powerful entity that was waiting for me to awake and relive though with altering skin and destined to intervene as an active glider who rescued besides the blessings prayed from the helm. It took some time to translate my attention from her and the older figures to an acceptance of what was already embedded in the immediate sense of being in the choir just being the gaze at the windows and feeling as though different spotlights brought people and angels alike…this is why Devin was so radiant and that she used this sort of energy and phrases that was equipped from the book to educate me when I was just old enough to ask questions of this ultimate phenomena. The steadiness was different than the folk there outside praying and the lost was a level I could not grasp due to its distance in the realm of good; all were beautiful and some emerged, taking off the mask of misery—only at night was there the roundabouts with the run-ins of shadows or not…Devin had the luxury of being safe under the light and scouting what the higher guardians permitted it being points of interest for the shadows. My station was not all that useless but what much of a protector could I be if I dialed up the frequency and off went high and mighty…I pleaded for forgiveness but despised my fragile skin.

This was our Father’s church, that mother told us that he was the head priest before his fleeting departure when we were young with never further insight, and that we often looked after among other hotspots of rogue shadows that lurked,…our Father, a holy man our mother said who never touched a cigar, always an attendance for the baptisms and a gentleman ordaining the weddings I always remembered with a subtle tear that his offspring of angels could never coincide with certain ceremonies, but the service he could never be more proud—one of churches that we were guarding and kept eyes out for circling danger that the shadows at times prowled, though in fear, about our simple presence the was undetected. Inside were delicate, pure hearts that eternity shall gladly mingle from whichever anointed setting on earth. I remember staring about, twiddling my thumbs and slightly frightened when spoken to by stragglers who approached me underneath the trees outside of the church and certain gleeful comments I could never find the words to accept from anyone with offering words of encouragement and a prompt from the to scurry back into church and hear the word. Though the foyer was where the natural fulfillment of the purity and exploration that Devin seemed to have a gift that only subtlety required attention that she meant all from her interior flourishing acts of kindness that was all natural and her also being able to read for struggling souls that were apt to give into temptation, and reading their soul IDs for further analysis and to bump back into them down the road to ensure there was no further self-infliction to the pain that they possibility they could be accumulating—there were thousands like this that at the helm was mostly my duty to sift through subjects and strengthen them in their times of need. When I saw similar youth laughing and ecstatic from the aroma of goodness and the setting a fraction of the infinite splendor and the kingdom of childlike joy and curiosity the angels granted to hearts of these little humans frolicking and excited about the Book and the depictions the church preached on its bliss and promise…how I matured and strengthened through these optimistic relations, the current minister entered the sea of hearts who flooded in each Sunday, and my eye in the shade could spot him glowing with open arms, and I felt like there were so many songs on each of these minds and that the minister stored those words, all through a lifetime of possibly sitting through a library study and studying Hebrew and vowed to guide believers away from their weary misfortunes and the temptations the enemy planted in their minds…I felt healed by each soul that were gathered for one reason…the one as One…what is widely blocked away from sects that had a muffled ear that the faith required to reach heaven did not align with a simple shepherd boy who would fight the battles and rule the universe with his infinite wisdom… and strangers vandalize the true hope that remains that we kept folded in the vaults—preaching subtly of the Spirit and how it was controlled and maneuvered by God but was the truth thought into being by the One that was so necessary to the containment of life and death.

Some of the men took to great heights for the truth and how vitally fragile the solution to pain and suffering that payed no respect to an allegory but sought the Book and how the parables were merely so and that the praise towards God and only that he could shake a difference in the cities and world…a gloom belief held by many church goers; completely their tasks and only having faith for more abundance… Robby was four years old when the streets gathered around and begged the question of God that had already redeemed and saved the world…Robby was destined from early on to unveiling as much as he could while I entertained his excitement while I merged with the choirs that friends and the celebrated normality that all sought to lift their voices. What I had heard about the One was that he would watch from tall towers and pray a song that he segmented until the Father had his way across the lands. There were secret photos of him covered in the clothe sitting beneath a tree staring out to the sky, praying and walking the outer fields alike. No travel record was noted although there were stories of him finding peace and spouting wisdom where strangers approached…it rang true from the subtle change adopted and carried by many that the One would come from the unexpected…or otherwise fall from the sky and proclaim the truth has been redeemed…healing, gathering believers before the rapture and leading them in the heavens.

Even though Robby was begging for covered dictation and pleaded for a free reveal on how this all correlated and sighted accounts…he could not understand till later on why he was shut off and was delivered from earth as part of the factor that calms the anguish and even to mysterious he could not confirm being that it was a hush almost as if it was not actually the One representing what any human attached to myth of it—Robby soon, having reformed to the parts of belief and after all his success in the participation of servant leadership there he felt satisfied and hearing from our Father that are still vaults and doors to be open and that our hearts were right when being present to the townsfolk so that the name of Himself would prevail till the circling, meeting our present, and back to his gates that we all are patient. He grew tiresome, losing his voice overtime but not his faith. He was disappointed and at times furious that the One was not acknowledged, and that is high angel position where he had heard the siren behind the golden gates was the call for heaven on earth…and new earth that he would save the believers could be so far ahead that the shadows would capture him too late to see the face of the One that he felt so familiar with by the Spirit and that the Spirit hinted he was closer to Robby than he though and he would see the day.

Our cousin had a cousin, Bo, and he was alive when the antics of belief were shrouded in doubt and painted black over what was the power of faith that he believed each being had the right to live a life of mishaps and misfortune and that the rewards was much greater: wealth, fame, close friends who also detested the hyper fixation on being perfect and suitable…nothing was in the sky he proclaimed, marking Robby as a schizophrenic with his AM and spouts that he wrested with which Bo could never unstained the internal conflict of uplight the true presence of the source of light and truth.

Whether there being notions of truth of the unknown; being true or doubted. This was the reason why Robby had settled down and grew in his faith after they seemed to pester to this extent of opposition with each other and how Bo seemed to vow to the darkness and found power this way instead of merely waiting and hoping, not knowing what Robby contained and the messages of pleads for healing or the interceptions against the devil worshippers who he would go out on the hunt and reprimand the lethal equipments and speak words of beauty and healing over them and the ones affected. Bo was wickedly smart and was almost wickedly directive to the alternative of speculation on whichever solution would work out in ways of fitting an ideal that it, by the One with miracles and being his own evidence through light, was Him…it being a commotion that need not the disarray of cloudy doubt. Could not Robby see the over arching power of the thunder and lighting occurring in the dark, the rain that blinded, earthquakes destroying cities across the world; these were not works from God he insisted but the call of mother nature using her power and invigorating the ones who were present and it touch…also that Lucifer ruled the earth outside the churches and holy places where the good people stayed good…the so called falsity was how to conduct your life in the winds of natural occurrences…Bo pleaded that we were already dead and the black clothe resembled the spirits obtained and the power he could obtain too.

Robby’s cousin took to the shadows which was around the time Devin had committed so fully to the communal at several churches to become a free, casting spirit guiding over the people directly in spaces that were open and unaltered without judgement keeping her ear open to commentary with her faith unaltered—she true to our family group and Robby had taunted Bo away and the line has been crossed attempting to seduce family, which Bo was not committed due to his antics and allegiance to the devil. This was so that the demons had equipped against the quintessential and witnessed power and wanted for themselves to hide the truth that the angels were aligned to let them roam free as long as they did not interfere directly with the holy hearts of the people of God…some mutter that they were victorious pressing out the purest light that they could not bare and wanted a sense of corruption to spread, any sin at all, twisting around the world until every specific being felt the pull of an egregious temptation. Though the demons were surely not equals due to the light’s ability and trueness, they still infiltrated objectives and lured the people to traps of insecurity and finding pleasure in being dishonoring while basking in immediate gimmicks that held people in turmoil and provided short bursts of mock-satisfaction—taking satisfaction in the rampage and extending their reach, guiding people in and sooner than later their lifestyle was mainly sin and had little chance for a change to the light…the angels watched somberly and swooped down to aide them, but there was no flinch of reaction because the good no longer suited them and they rejected the help they thought their vices could suffice. I see thee shadows hovering the streets and taking human form, offering to them and finding their point of weakness, that they knew, and pressing on the point which needed immediate attention where the remedies would develop a whole life of cunning risk and consequences, even befriending the snake…the lost spoke out to them and looked for any answers, looking for any help because of their greed and the weak orientations that themselves have tried on their lonesome and to equip the cheapest and most distracting form the recollection of a time when all was at peace that was only one acknowledgment of peace and the stepping out to the light—it was and is always the light that brings them back…that an angel is right beside them all day waiting to reach out and be seen.

What shook my being was how Bo was able to tolerate all that he was against for the sake of a comical mockery and it being despicable to my ears the blatant blasphemous and his aptness to consume and even acquire and seek out what the devil had to offer and developing his own storm of anger and wrath the satan provoked him onward , even sometimes standing outside the gatherings and provoking controversy with whispers in the vanity of doubt, pleading that all believers were children and there was not anyone looking down counting your deeds and pure thoughts—of course he was lying because, through, through Robby, he had witnessed miracles.…nonetheless on the block outside the churches and provoking the ones carrying the Book, quoting verses of contradiction and how the hypocrisy was abundant…the angels removed him and supplied shields around the congregation where his banter was muffled until he eventually disappeared and looked elsewhere, mostly with other angels: dark or light. Maybe that he was of a decisive mode at a point early on in his life that he was tempted by his father Patrick who spent his life indulging in opium and believed that he could formulate anything like God and that he was god himself manifesting with his mind all beauty…a liar and poor father setting such an exampled from the ties of light but not the Lords, leaving Bo with the impression the God was nothing different than humans that could obtain certain powers and control what was right in front of them. He would watch ceremonies from the rooftops and hear songs and cheers to the most high feeling invigorated and lonesome…though unable to surpass any diligent hearts that were set solely on the one thing Bo could not manifest or a belief he could not obtain and was weakened in the morning by the light and hid while glimpsing at the faces that were leaving that were happy and relieved. There was Devin who had a tremendous heart, and while peering and meeting his scowl, she was slightly deceived by his shade that seemed as thought it contained the antidote of ease that our cousin Robby so much needed through his stress and fluctuations that was apparent of having turmoil and a frenzy that you would think that was in the realm of spiritual frenzy. He never dwelled on Bo and with the sparingly encounters disregard him and pleaded for him to never come close again, and slightly shook his head when Devin would acknowledge his hosting of demons in our sect and that delisted Bo teasing and taunting us, he was a wicked soul that did unbearable damage that the damage could not be mended only by the angels in sky or beyond if needed..

One day, Devin went out into the streets which we were not encouraged to wander unless we were intervening or attending a wholesome gathering such as Devin’s often trips to the churches to listen and pray, sometimes accompanied by other angels…though we were safe and guarded in this time, but at risk when near other dark spirits that prowled at high view of the streets attempting to swoop down and cause a disarraying mishap that the humans when implanted with the evil having it dwell for days on end until forgiveness and humility was obtained by praying against the infiltrations of the shadows. Devin, though felt shamed and confided to us of this guilt and deception that just pressed near a demon to challenge and provoke him to flee…she proclaimed it as an endeavor that was indeed quite noble and being a relevant endeavor that saved delicate and impressionable minds. At around 2 o’clock she put a shield on her route so there would not be a sequenced misunderstanding from the others; she went downtown where Bo was already waiting. Through the turns and distances embraced in a wholesome awe…she was grateful and I was later jealous of the risk though not to be resumed or replicated…I had not been on my own mission in quite a time. Devin was no too far away from the church and a dull darkness subsided in her being and began to feel startled by all the red eyes in prepared stalking and that the checkpoint areas were blinded to her attempting to be unseen…our Father was disappointed when she stopped in her tracks and took a photo of Bo sitting on the edge of a building smoking a cigarette—the building overlooking the church where she always planted herself, and being that Bo was awaiting was a sign of intimidation and fearlessness she did not know she could handle alone. He planted in her mind questions that would seem obvious and simple if she did not disobey…he said things such as: its safe here, this is freedom, come to the roof, we can fly,…our Father could reveal thunder for his wrath and rain to cleanse…Devin hurried home without engaging, thinking her view of the church was compromised and did not consider the doubts and lies that were so blatant and despicably flirtatious and weak—her bubble of protection guarded her from the recognition that he needed for a successful lure of intimation where he now knew to lurk and stalk her at any gathering below.

I flicked Robby’s ear and I lightly interrogated him on how the control needed to be minded on all fronts and there could not be someone like Bo dissecting and waiting to corrupt us; especially my sister who was alone on the walk and trembled with fear but still took a moment to look at him and depict it with a photograph…he was to be hunted by all the angel helms circling in many stations miles and miles apart. It worked the feed to the point of exhaustion almost to the extent of the thought corruption and having mock-sympathy with the darkness that she realized was so worthless and hole getting deeper till the depths of the earth with no way out…she would then know loneliness while Robby was out running errands of achievements that were never shared and kept to a hush…the Robby promised his cousin would be of little trouble from now on. In a factual return to the depths of evil where the demons recharged and set out for segments that tempted what hardly anyone would noticed. That is why Bo was on the roof; he could pinpoint each soul and find the weaknesses which became detrimental when toiling with the anxiety…all away from the real comfort and sense of persevering.

Robby assured me that it was his cousin, not Devin, who orchestrated the fright and the Devin was merely hunting out potential threats and was paranoid on whether she was being paranoid—that he was receiving pattering light expressions from the clouds and that any spirit remotely present in the cloud and local duties were delicately frozen and relieved for the rest of the day while the streets were clear and the systems were reconfigured. I wonder if Devin was so intrigued by the meanings behind the deceptive schemes that she spent her whole life deflecting and casting away, that she might lose her faith and even climb a building to mingle with the enemy…but this was untrue since she had not, and that her true desire was to visit churches and minister with the people, now knowing that Bo was taunting and intimidating the area with his mock-charm and persuasive course of temptation. She ignored me for days on end feeling the shame of nearing towards a demon—that nothing was personal about it and was simply circling where she spent time ministering and showing love…giving away her proximity was not the goal and certainly not a flirtatious eye that she denied and fled away. Heavy sighs and covering her eyes with a becoming understanding that the report was in process to be evaluated due to the picture taken and if it was already in the hands of the shadows and if it could be immediately disposed with a ban on this application of wandering. I did not want to dwell on this for the sake of her mishap, because I had thought of it too in a way; like it being a good while that I might be able to wander again and answer to my curiosity…that I might find something great and new to formulate what our counter has always been, Robby’s cousin, who he never spoke of, was always acting as predator stalking our family—viewing from systematic devices and electricity, we gathered more than fresh breezes or becoming risk-junkies—that was Robby’s ordeal and Devin and I were to stick to the helm…and when the area was clear of temptation she would be permitted to regather and fellowship with the other believers…God knew her heart. We were not of the world being that our presence was granted to us already mature in from while the fallen could not stain the hearts here with malfunction turmoil that the devil stole their life from them and inflicted torture to obey his orders, and with our span comforting those who surrender to the sky and seek understanding in a significant way that transforms to the readiness to change: this was our daily task, though Devin had the gift of fellowship, leader others to God but also halting their aptness to give into sin right away…my job at the monitors was traffic regulation, alerting of potential threats or lives to be intercepted and saved at an emergency…Robby was just a warrior who did share or ask much at all when we were all gathered in the room. Robby confirmed that his cousin was weak and drudging around in the shadows of the evening…a sickness of self-infliction grew heavy on his shoulders from the inaction of seduction or any success beside the temptation insertions that scarcely followed through. Though he was darkness, the soul that was given to him was aching and even the dusk was his crawling up his back from the orders he feared and if enough time passed he would join the flames. My sister laid listening to the AM and began weeping for the sake of sneaking passed this creature and that she was not scolded by true angels but only word of caution; the picture was kept by higher watcher and there was a serenade of rejoicing and proclaiming God as God for his mercy and the beautiful world we lived into to have photos of anything and everything, just not the risk of the black spots never worth attempting to depict.

This predicament ensued that surrounding threats were not currently pursuing or approaching at this moment of the awakening of a new helm that was geared and had the advantage of Robby for response of torment and to defeat prying eyes in our direction…the sky was not accessible being that our placement were defenders, guardians, watchers of this earth, though we have heard of the clouds and the golden gates of heaven; just not yet. There were no routes shown the light of the moon but only new troubled and mischief active as each age group got older not thinking who was watching…I watched the young and old finding their path, even newly adventures on corners where the lamp buzzed…each square and shop owner closed down for the night and people talked as they walked about their families. You could see that they were not lost or hindered by fear…there was peace after the storm…Robby sat back in his chair and stretched…the radio was not talking about judgement but was a sermon on grace. I tapped my pen and looked over, but Devin was fast asleep. It occurred to me that there was not many ideas or support between us for the last good while other than keeping or noses down and focusing on the monitoring and intervening, it was Robby who would sneak out, not telling of his agenda or where he was…if we gathered with fellows she would show her proudness and sincerity while introducing me to wisemen, or we meshing our visuals to a halfway effort to coincide, or even make a comment about anything…I see this as a detrimental trend that Devin’s gaze into the television static, or my uneasiness to stride across the green Earth; there was an issue but it was not that we did not fulfill our part in the matter…she wants friends, I wanted to walk outside in the daylight, and Robby wanted peace.

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The revivals here and there were very much different than the stillness of Oklahoma when our mother was alive and looked out for us when she would not give us up for labor service at this early time in our lives where aligning with the world held truer than economics or social tendencies—she wanted us to be grown as soon as we could wake…mostly to feed her ghastly addiction. How she escaped herself and provided us kids with an alternative to the dangers that to her was essential if ever entering the busyness we would not jitter or lose balance from Southern methods—while getting used to the vacant prairie and all the upkeep, she encouraged Devin to socialize as much as she could with the other girls, and for to learn house upkeep due to my known condition of burning when the sunlight touched my skin…this was a big disappointment for her, and she refused to take any responsibility for said condition and often times ordered me to the water well while I cried and cried, often pouring drinking water on my arms, neck, and face. Mother gradually showed relief from being attentive to the whispers in the wind that she said spoke about our future and that the wind would carry us north but how she trapped here for some reason we could not quite understand yet, and which the rivers and hills was the quintessential stillness that held her voice and I was in awe of the interconnectivity even then, and by the initial obscure diversity for us it was gladdening the attributes that made us see all people in a fair light and the customs were just all so natural at this age—mother was troubled for certain but we obeyed and opened our ears to her rambling after her medicine intake which caused all sorts of spirits to twist and twirl around our small, rigid home.

It being before all the electricity and mock-endurance guided by the ease of the current stage if advancement, and for adequate adapting to where other places in the world was at in manners of systematic growth or the modes of being occupied by the distracting mechanisms that could not replicate the freedom there that remains in being among the people that were truest to the earth…there was phenomena near the lakes, under trees, gazing at the sky that were a different form of heaven; almost like the birds and the deer were wondrously in the cycle as though walking about in the community was increasing the magic that stirred the spirits to a destiny already accumulating—mother did not mind it, but we read the Book in our habitat and we prayed to our soul’s loyalty, even though there were none other who abided by the same cosmic extent of a personal God—rather chants and fire dancing calling on different spirits that not even mother sieved but for the opium’s pull towards feeling some sort of spirit that was sadly not God at all. We grew accustomed to the culture and different type of persons and was more shocked when we reentered the buzzing, frequent and chaotic sequence of the modern places that we had only witnessed as young children…the wind’s whisper was different maneuvering around buildings, the people now spoke or language, but now we had no family but had earned our flights from here to there that providing service to God was the most beneficial thing you could do. Maybe we did not feel what we were suppose to, that our family was in a chosen mode that the simplicity were techniques that we borrowed and us trying to blend in, though origins were at least slightly correct…

My sister and I were an exuberantly gleeful bunch at times back the, she would share what she learned from the tribal girls and ladies and I was amazed—though this curved differently than my natural perception. Haphazardly in questing or quietly vacant like we could scarcely see how it was and how the spirits would show in the smoke, dancing around the fire and watching the older men hunt—when I rested away from the sunlight, I could partially make out the symbology of their language. Though because we were young and someplace anciently different, we knew the waters and owls some how more so in harmony and that they were aware and meeting eyes with the animals or tipping a foot in the water, it was all consumed with said ancient way of life…Devin had company at school where girls completed school and homely tasks and conversed in a playful manner of swift diligence and community, encouraging each other and watching the men with muscles work and marveled while laughing being hopeful for their future. While I had physical skills that were developing at dusk and throughout the night and it seemed to bother the other men that if I stepped outside the habitat that I would absolutely need a covering my skin with more clothe and at times where I was covered, the malfunctions caused me also to be extremely dehydrated. I spent the time after class with certain simple working of chopping wood, starting fires, hunting deer and learning the language which was my favorite part…somehow communicating acutely with questions of necessity, and to somehow to detect whether I was being mocked which I was due to never leaving the habitat, and besides, I could not go outside at night with anyone, while I chased and gazed at the stars…I was not comfortable, but my mother was sworn to her medicine and this is where she ended up with Devin and I. Then what the rest of them followed a tradition and besides us, were the only kinds of people in this far away place…they welcomed us for our mother’s beauty and relationship with different chiefs and shamans but my sister and I, ever so slight my sister because of her appearance but she made friends and discussed matters to learn tradition or to ask and learn about the spirits.

A beautiful deck of cards, a checkerboard, sticks to build miniature houses on the ground…my teacher here was successfully a man proven and upright informative with his paint on his face and teaching me rhythms in the shade and even having kind words for my mother, which at times irked me that my mother was a beautiful white lady who each man marveled at her but only for favors and to feel another culture’s ability, mother shared English words and different traditions but when she wren the reclined/…he taught different ext=tend a favorable iscipline. Its one way of manhood…my skin condition would not permit… At school which I did not mind until the ability to tithe that was holding me, there was not need for boys who do not build their homes. What is it yards and interesting glass windows, …I was lost in the streets; sometimes.

A man lent me aces to tuck in my socks and I was seeing through dimensions from a bizarre drink being passed around.…it was really the first time I experienced G-d…Devin was indifferent and missed our home in Florida where we were born before father disappeared; we’d tip our toes into the ocean and it was a different world—only a few moments caught in memory but Devin liked the ocean if though she was mostly alone, away from conversing and learning from people…she became still in the water but she did not want to swim too far and forget the people who she loved their words and expressions. Where the wallpaper sky at the horizon, there were flowers in the springtime and the season was joyously vibrant, this is when we questioned G-d and Devin had discovered a copy of the Book where she would passages aloud to me and creation was so beautiful…Florida or Oklahoma: the difference in spirituality accepted but it was not until later when we found true love and redemption before venturing up north on our own.

It depends her mode however she was too shy to sing and with dancing eyes looking away because of she knew already we were have a normal life, but a normal life from the Spirit that entered our beings when we were first seeing miracles and there was nothing to attest other than the sheer awe of a rainbow or a smile. She could not help but exceed while running in groups from the along the cowboys at a safe difference, that they stopped by to greet mother but she yawned and let herself be carried by the wind…the same cowboys who violated trespassing and physical threats to the people always from the land, when they swung by through the community they wanted to steal our resources…in fact we eventually hitched with them and made our way up north, Devin and I. Where everyone was stern but a friendly approach to levels and loving traditions that each man brings his own adventure in the mystery of the land…the tumbleweeds leading and the river a golden heaven of its own; at least how mother saw it. I stayed in the orange tent for days at a time hiding my skin from the scorching south and glancing at the Book that Devin would often leave inside that which I learned a great deal about traditions a creating stories that differed than these people of this land—that it was one mighty being. My dreams were matching stars that constellations spelled out my destiny I tried looking for them every night; nothing but all the same beauty, that I felt I was being communicated to.

My sister tended to her scribe tasks as though eventually she could develop art skills to, like painting of flowers and any beautiful scenery. My time was displayed with geometric shapes that I used a dull knife to chisel—helping with boredom but was still mainly listening and wondering how this all came to be.…and yet my family works well independently to halt a chaos only later did I series of points in Devin’s stressors help fantastically synchronize my mental brush of consultation rehearsed to pair the river like the way was immediately in kindred and we grew up connected in the name of decency and familiarity…episodes of disarming frights and so near the curses of deception that the spirits here at times haunted us, and it was true—it was only bliss for my mother near the river; she lived a lot in fear but quite nonchalantly.

This was frail territory for our mother, being led on by passing cowboys who wanted to bring her with them, she did not care where was home from her try at freedom that there was no indifference; she began to start talking about death. The inevitable draining by the scorching beams she would yawn and sigh, half asleep nodding against the back wall…I wished for fog on my window to write a short poem, a candle her favorite vanilla, and out in the suburbs before I could only see one or two images but never looking older—though more exhausted. Rendering for them anyway all a subjection to the dreams of pink and green smoke—mother tried to live too. I was happy she ventured for academic pursuits and utilized them and caring for all, and to great heights having a knack for teaching with a cultured precision with pictorial models that functioned all naturally she proved to common and successful ways of the world. Though she seemed reluctant and quiet, to collect additions and accomplishments while often just a mere wince of feeling wanted to bring us somewhere knew to escape her devilish guilt like how she loses is: craves her vice that stills her waking hours and plunges under a magenta wave of light at night on her bed morphing and jolting…dreams more surreal and threatening at any sudden point of weakness. Mother wanted to vocalize her connections that abided a place and her reality that she did not want for us… being every time causing herself to illness by a sickly addiction that took herself away from us and for Devin it was more difficult. She set into a place for the the curious folk and still was able to excel in her duties in Oklahoma; though it followed her everywhere unknowing standing out in other ways too besides her apt knowledge and imagination that equipped the youth or curious folk with magic from her dreams, to keep alive the wellness of the mind…though leaving her frail body in ruins every night not knowing still…

Despite the medicinal frontier as well as our setting still years along of her methods chasing eating its own sickness, she took on folktale or pirate wreckage and various combinations of subtle variety in title heritage though deeply drawing from natural phenomena; though we heard her talk about God, but it was as if there were fundamentals that she was still retracing hence the retreat to this geographic extent of submerging into whatever eventually shifts like the wind to assure the truth whenever we surrendered to it; however it appeared. It was not the trees or ways of rejuvenating that I payed attention to—I had memories from Florida inside the house that I learned communicative strings of mental confirmation at such an age as noticing mother was left with weak figures that kept her company at dinners or the faculty at the school…I felt ill when she seemed defeated by the pause in her ritual while her world became in a flowing calm like light spirits the open starlight of things she loved lived.

How she was awfully generous and believed their magic but kept the Book underneath a blanket maneuvering like the candle…she loved Cinderella though her breaded hair; this and the tie…

If the matter of her summary respecting what guided us closely being of the earth—it was the most exuberance in an independent sitting by the freezing stream. How she marveled in such stilling range of sight to her annoyance coincided to start a new life over again…whiskey depressed what her opium mock-lifeline she swear at golden light was what was true for her…until it spirals and mutates the most serendipitous pause of jaded glory. The standing cowboys shared moments for offering and once she said yes we being migrating to pair to unity and efficiency on alternations for the overall accumulation and having foundation to build for the sake of exceeding limits…I learned from the sheriff and thought it quite best to tend to our mother’s well being and preserving what our family had always understood from our other halves we were not introduced or informed, serious stature in this context that they could identify us pretty quickly, being so active in Florida.

Mother declined the life of maze scouting and scattering, the possibilities that stood out to it merely being a flash in the pool she never was strung along due to her guilt developing a palace on her lonesome in vein…it resembled similar commentary of dreams and the phone calls she got, being once a year offering solutions and a common ground at chance it being mother taking us to the vast varieties of the formations stayed aligned even without us knowing—even not hearing much ever besides the doctor’s hum. In stillness and contentment she could sleep at night away from seeking the moonlight…it was her compass in a way. We were not troublesome but our questions became weak from her vacancy…Devin at times was also pale, mother called her angel and this was such. While she flicked at her wrist watch as a connoisseur of mild hauntings that the opium could have helped me at moments of childish confusion/ I could not dream of sparked tiger dreams or following the trails across the sky. I found myself, though, resenting the sky rays and could obtain advantages when I was first introduced to technology.

I would feel free similarly when I stumbled in the awe that shook fields after pavement that the Book was realer than it could of been in variable alternatives imagined. Thinking of the odds or the participation in future conflicts, our mother pleaded to ignore it…so Devin went to churches and soon fastened the increase in the injustice and confusion around where we went while developing the capacity to learn from our wits, the wisdom of family, or humans asking about what are initiation could help the causes of more frantic concerns we were then too young. You know, I heard his whispers and stored them in a jar. While I peered out into society behind the curtains in elevated rooms, there were resemblances in the way of life which I could respond in a familiar sway and the more I consulted it it developed.

With chorus as long as there was joyous jubilee there was Devin muting the caution and withholding the quiet ventures of old to circle with worshipers and learn new things she would then teach to me. We gifted our cousin his AM radio after he immediately insisted on being pals with us that eventually working to be crucially necessary to our correlation of action—Robby more frequently notified us to his scavenger of manuals or scrap insight on the functionality needed for the knack we had when we moved to Virginia and developed approvals Devin was granted when she abided by the Book and the glow was persuasive…the sun and hour was easily determined but it would fry my brain in a moment before the agony defecting my halo and there being a result to persist through doubts of the origin regarding the reaction. I prayed feverishly about mother that she went to heal through a gracious light spared for her soul; I did not fall.

Of course Robby had his neon points confirming well being and interference in the atmosphere—he visited funerals, broke up fights, meetings at town halls, IT, though he believed me being a still observant and resting with balance I grew more connected and him insisting my part registering as dutiful scouting there my magnetic waves of the care I derived from the Book and if the healing connected I could sit back with the AM and wait for the call that someone was in need and I could intervene. When Devin was out there being brought from conversations to the essence of particular happenings and wholesomely deviation without causing damage…she smiled to them and said a prayer, leaving them with encouragement but taking the truth and delivering these as sacrifices…I learned parts of the mechanics that state healing from the DNA to have what positivity proves there can be shared more and more proneness that the energy I give subtracts to the exhaustive coldness I retreat from the power. There were ways like studying a version of biology to naturally combust when rain falls and cleanses a map designated to improve the people God loved. I was a very green person—to mention the endless variants of nature I broadcast from the roots to the sky shield.

Early on, before there was the demon opponents that were aware of our sprung heritage developing into local action, we had the simple spirit in the voice like a whisper from the heavens that watched over us and equipped with other stations seeking to provide and achieve the systems of unbounded good and that the humans are watched out for and the shadows smiled. Maybe we were terrified by the world, being delicately small and learning from every pace that the world revealed and could often times unable to free themselves of doubts they have no idea how lethal and detrimental against redemption, acceptance and freedom when accepting this gift from God. I did not know whether we were in the right city, town, or rural which may function as a familiar enticement, but even in the most frightening nights: there was great defense.

At first being helped there were four angels who met us in our then place in Boston where I was sitting by the AM in the corner of the room while they used this as an example connecting lines from the radio to the monitor to the reading and how to apply care and tactical repair in this sequence of familiarizing on how the energy bounces back and forth. In a matter of moments, Robby had acquired what his dreams had previously told him, and was adorned with new amazement for the faith he had not recognized to use tools from up there…God needed time to love and build the heavens that he promised and was sparingly occupied knowing that guardians were minding and preserving the earth…

Warm days I felt through a sliver of the window being fastened through the night to move anywhere. I could mind it, but the ware would increase and even paced intervals of exposure would cause me an unbearable pain in scarring…slightly the eyes too having only seeing pictures and electromagnetic mass embodying my spirit. I could feel transformation seated with the AM, and it was a skill to hear then find the messages past around in the electricity…words can be heard and some even malfunctioned to a brilliant offer to follow. When I was alone, that my sister and cousin were to each their own and I was left at the helm: I sought to navigate the blocks of Boston and draw maps in case they were needed in a quick finding that others could attach to and intercept dangers and doors people appearing and then closing off towards. I zoomed across to the park where I thought I had eyed a familiar glare but it did not register…I kept trying to sync and identified all but him but I swore to have recognized him. As soon as he started running down the path, I recognized Bo—of course having lifted his ID on various accounts through his life and was readily on the move.

The lethal gathering at the city library embraced dozens of calls of concern and threats against the Book and demanding its ban…I was heartbroken as I watched them dishonor the ambition and symbolic reverence of our Father and have the audacity to condemn the core truth of this species on Earth—there were even modes of instruction that aided at times engaged with evil and chaos stirring one turn around inserting deceit. The Liberians locked themselves back not just for the sake of the Book but that anyone remotely near it was in danger of fiery wrath. It was surreally tormenting seeing Bo whisper and trade off rocks for money; he robbed and prompted several impressionable young men to vandalize this property that had two copies of the Book which one had been picked up and loudly returned while the person went on about the lies and hate…such as this being the point. I was astonished while observing the workers unseen even from the library; a break room which I could notice their fear as the crowds grew and the police sirens howled near the turmoil of the streets which lasted two more hours until Robby hustled in the room with a scowl of disappointment he directed to me though the nagging at himself being unable to intercept Bo…and feeling tied to the time stamps that Robby followed the routes and shadows the people hurried off to. Being free is the deal from God, although no human could or the angels could claw at what He holds in sight; falling to ground and still desire more of what could never be owned or neatly fitting at the idea of perfection we could never find. Guiding people meant a multiplicity of haphazard conflicts that sparked each other’s detrimental purpose though only seeing the object of desire…I pleaded be content.

Robby never elaborated about his definite relation to his cousin, and was not at all excited about him being such a vicious possessor who was older than both of us and there was not much to help against not only the body of satanic methods but also the people becoming perceptible and adding to the furnace that will be expounded right at the departure when that time subsides. Is there any such light that cannot help but be presented with a shaded evidence…the goodness of God imprints his grace so we do not have to hide away. There does not have to be sorrow or fear because when I hear from God it is so already of and distilled into my soul. Rather the idolatry the envy which enslaves us; this is where a giving kindness begins…share, give, love, and then there is redemption…I too glimpse at light and direct it to the loss.

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At the intersection of destiny there pulses a rhythm of relational collision that eventually equalized to the state by which the relations of the opposition that collides and adds the reality of how there is conflict next to stillness. Bo was challenged to the lengths of his counter impression, that Abe was such a profound interception which I encountered in dreams and then at times taught us how to deflect Bo and his mechanisms of deception that pulled such a split as the angels finally intersected and reached an glide glance towards us; Devin jotted comments and sat next to him and devoted a string of memories that have resulted at his kind words. Abe first appeared in our dreams, seemingly a lost dear soul.

This was the Godfather thing…frightening the acts and sudden redemptions guiding through the greenery and whispering the dream you had. Whether there remains more light to welcome, Abe was in the clouds. When he met Devin on outskirts from the west howls and to Boston and attended church so could ask a friend, and whether it was our hotel room to resemble sort of a busy schedule he was on visits commanded by G-d. I tried little to speak and there were messages where there was nothing to think but my oh my…either what have we done or he is at the moment blessed us so I was trying my best how plentiful for my emptiness; Abe directed Godly men, even near the Book’s voice of vision. Abe prayed all the same and sought to direct us through paths…his eternal soul was met as a natural manner of the duality that brought Bo to the forefronts of the unsettling spirals hiding as a variation of schizophrenic, unrestful temptation and cruel voice taunting which went wrong at the point of Bo’s anger lye on the shoulders of his cousin sparked by the wrath when tamed by Abe—there was not an obstacle Abe would ignore and sent help until he had the cause, elaborating the news he is getting from the One who He meant and becoming secluded shine brightly at the horizon entrance.

Abe took us higher and glimpsing the outer parameters of heaven and were baffled by the golden paths between temples. There were excessively mesmerizing sculptures who were filled with electricity all building to other spectacles. Trumpet sounds and victorious singing that purified my destiny to be prolonged; a white room that was open to God’s invitation to climb the mountain and proclaim goodness over. Abe assured the progress is merely a small faction where the room happened to be real but only the illusion presented as a glimpse before we were back home.

Devin was at a Boston church of the catholic kind, remembering the abruptions between me in favor to continue while Robby inserted his no need for service or to feel in gain rather than the chance of knowledge known without the teachers the same—the archives Robby took to was the manuals and experiments that would beg the question on if here would have been a better wizard…that being Bo having imprinted in the mind that we all healed but left that being their DNA: Bo was far gone and had mutated into lava and extreme air qualities with darkness oozing over skin. When we caught side of him, Robby would press on his temples and they could read each other’s thoughts…Devin and I could gather emotions and warning type to alienate out of the riddles—the darkness’s temptation teethed at sight of unguarded light. Abe spoke highly of the ones pressing the sorts against the light of truth.

Years and years ago, Bo studied human essentials along with hundreds of other exuberant hearts ready to save, but the pull of Abe’s capacity that encapsulated an egg developing from above to save the world. Where He broke off from world to world and seep through the radios during the approach to contact…Abe examined and papered off the purities of spirit with questions such as: Is this the beginning? Can you feel the holy spirit? Are there blessings for the wicked? How will you worship your Father? Abe explained that, to the humans, it happens like a gust of wind…though we knew if this praying to Father that realizes us now to be in a purgatory sect being that were have not passed on through this life. Abe showed in the hotel TV where Devin was speaking to bishops, that they have seen the One as He is, up above to the heavens and must pray upward…she walks away and reports an honorable blessing for the Bishop and there church’s faith.

When there is a collision between the pentacle beauty of design and splendor that curls into each other; having the grey of clouds. It saddened Father watching at such even the foundational heights of the order he spoke into place to even the microsphere there were different variants of eternal devotion seeming however grand and how the fellowship was an open, other life being at a blessing height beyond the white clouds. An integrity that was kept from awakening still traveling through the trials of hardship that Abe had mostly closed of to begin with. He fought the monsters, deflecting satan, offering sacrifices along the road less traveled…still impacting patterns of the supernatural and having the upright position and God’s vision of how each closing of deviance or accepting light that He was content due to the Ones’ remedy and reasoning with the geometric doors built up and would in navigation prove Him to be proud of his creation, all being steady and a victorious trumpet sound on timers that Abe orchestrated. Abe always wanted to serve even the most subliminal point of action to align with, such as walking next to a praying figure who feared the routes the devils planted fear and danger…the wretched would see Abe walking high and mighty next to lady who just needed to get home—there were no too small of a miracle that Abe never overlooked.

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Being reminded of our halo beam that out shined the darkness of the experiences observed from the indoor watchtower that we observed and set out to cleanse each possible shade of doubt with prayers towards the cold gust surrounding the fear we dealt with in this circle of relevancy. Devin spent the morning on the patio jotting comments and reviewing different passages from the Book and notes she had copied from the sermons over time. Being the least distant from the people, and having a great desire to be near the gathering hearts and observing them cry out from their souls…she sang hymns and prayed in a manner of beauty and repetitively letting oppositions fall and defeating Bo each moment has shadow casts being the temptation and root which only the guardians could deflect. Her skin did not burn, she was empowered by the glory of gracious shine being natural and leaving me comments of insight and hope for what I could not crawl out to during the days of desire to feel the heat on my body and the absence of absorbing righteous ones nearby walking about with their own faith being uncorrupted as there was grace and redemption for who felt the presence…still the local idolatry and envy which dims the hearts from the natural fulfillment which was our objective.

I try to imagine their hearts; what they glimpse over in thought and in the moment of radiance and warmth there is the doubt that only the subtly was a lie; it is not…the people build constructs of self repair without in tune with what God and One both one, like Abe are showing them truth and the tangibility of relevant steadiness that floats them to the next moment of gratitude that we gladly maintained. Outside, Devin was talking on the radio and whispering to applicable attendances. She could feel a woman that is losing her babies, Grandparents withstanding patience for a successful heritage, bankrupt men who cannot pay it back, or inmates on their radio desiring hope and peace. She wanted life to be spoke into their desperation, verses of the Book to be lively and vibrant on the front of their mind…she turned the volume down and I walked to the door and watched her left her hands in gratitude.

Abe spent time helping us on the ground with footing and direction. His wisdom directing us to pray…most of our functionalities relies on the needing to pray and the needing to refill or even overflow with gratefulness to reconfigure each mode that we brushed by; all glory to God. There was a point where I felt frozen in the morning, dulling but still warm with an absence that I felt so empty in the room. Robby was out and I sat watching spreadsheets and mappings depict new locations of interest or successes. Some plunges of fallings I could not handle alone, but I knew God’s army was true and joyous in victory. Abe pinged me at my desk and he was sitting near a fountain some thirty miles away. He said he had notes that he felt called to share with me…I felt relieved that my presence called for and I was so grateful. I felt a warmth from the glory he was abided by and told me that his heart was heavy because of my inability to emerge into physical realms, though Abe made it known that I was necessary and that he was grateful for my help. The truth was, I felt burdened in the interior and only felt relieved at the collision of the lost and a change that is everlasting…my memories and haunts were gladdened by Abe’s words and he wanted to bless me—when the sun shined through the windows my eyes burned and my skin started to steam…I lifted my hands and I turned around to Abe standing next to me in the room.

—Who do you think you are?

He hovered to me as I was in disbelief glancing over to see my sister

—A servant, I believe.

—Where are the ones that run free?

Abe stood still and looked in my eyes that were frightened. The computers dialed back and the lampposts rose in the streets and I laughed from the goodness.

—They are outside that you know I have not set foot.

My reaction to the sun and fear of the night, stifled me into a whirlwind of turmoil that I had been so closed in and unfamiliar with the recent world.

I felt that he was glowing in anticipation, but he signaled that there was darkness in the presence…I prayed it was not following me and whether the shadows were near our home base and would stake out there to interfere …Abe assured not.

—Go out, I will go with you.

I followed him to the sidewalk and there were dogs a royal loyalty to the few cloaked in grey with their red eyes he pleaded against the sight…, Abe gathered in a room across town in a reverent church which from Devins journal there were demons lurking between the houses…watching the baptisms being the proclamation and symbolization—I see different memories and hologram simulations that Abe breathes into existence…hearing their cries for joy on the church steps, or children recognizing God for the first time.

Abe sat under the night sky of a radiant height that cleansed the air in-between and he looked at me with a smile though I sat still taking in my surroundings. I breathe in friction and feel the nights lively echoes from the bugs and howling dogs that shared the cry to the celestial light in the sky and I could hear so many thing happening though it was hardly abnormal I remembered from before the lights overtook my body hence the night for the glimpse…

I was warm in the timely trust which this endeavor from all the strides of faith and the world ball surrounding us that I then put my hands up to the sky and proclaimed a gladness of the miracle with my awakened skin near the lampposts with safety and beautiful refuge I paced and that I sought to make way and to remember such freedom for after I serve…thinking of ways to glow without my skin guarded; for the rest of my life I must not fear…Abe was more studied and fluent but he was not boastful and lent down to hear my frail uncovering. He a wise angel from God’s choir. The demons would not go near him and shriveled back into the shadow corners then Abe waved down their eyes and house lights flicked on and the tv murmured commentaries of the immediate reality they only hear as generalized catastrophe somewhere else…the people did not recognize that everything was interconnected as Abe’s went from warnings to gameshow victories and festive music. My senses had trails from past doubts regarding the darkness. The sidewalks had chalk ladders, Fathers arriving from work, youngsters with utopian bass passing by.

We approached another denomination around a few blocks that my sister has seen some subtle revivals through the vocal praise…tonight there was just the custodian mopping and folding chairs, I peered through the glass on the side, as Abe stood in the lot praying with a smile, I could hear the thoughts from the man and images of a surrendered servitude and such a clean perseverance the man kept elevated in a positive whisper—he was saying thank you to the most high, blessing the One’s teachings of cheerful giving and a forgiving heart. He was not bitter because he was not locked in to a life of material less value but desired to be in the kingdom of Heaven and was honored and pleased to pray over every room and the auditorium…on Sundays he would wait two hours, listening through the doors and kept listening to the sermon he heard, eager to invite wisdom and the teachings from the Book,…I could feel his thinking energy this night and the man I thought might been a dimly angelic servant but noticed the blind faith which was more powerful as a desperation to the frailty of his reality when there were griping from grief years ago, that which when he returns home at 2 AM he begins the fight—he has gained new angels that I would provide…I blessed him, Abe and God blessed him... and after that time he cleansed what he told himself was no shame and that he was attentive to the church and he would sing:

When we all get to heaven,

what a day of rejoicing that will be!

I sat on the church steps as the earth whistled and the moment was still and there was room to embrace around the parameters that Abe was circling saying ah and yes…such awe in the presence of the heaven’s advocates here, though my time in the heavens were cut off by the binding that the darkness of the night held me quiet…this is why the good blessings sent us the noble Abe—he took notes from reading me, had other words to gladden my wonder, and song that were from the Book.

—Father needs the church’s heart, friend.

I looked up from the steps and saw his durable grin.

—There is a storm coming, just see…

He could feel my fear as I saw the sky crackle and heard the earth rumble. Maybe the evil could not dwindle unless the sky shines the gold when the One arrives, and even then there was time for reign; the night resembled a detrimental defense that I knew Abe would let pass.

—Bo is troubled from his repetitive fallings…

This was a warning that Abe knew the truth behind my absence in community during the days true or misfortunate, that I was shriveled in a corner and passive to the radio…I wanted to afflict goodness but could not witness or even attend what frightened my soul I see now as my attendance to the first premise of true faith…my soul needed a replenishing touch. That I was not between this righteous unification and Abe wanted me there to fulfill the destiny I already started towards Father’s —he said the storm was a battle with Robby…my eyes wide sitting in disbelief.

This was the reason for visit with contact and facilitation passed through into my perception that I knew I needed the cycle or rebirth, the heavens have remained but changed to reaction.

The first wave marked of the storm passed and the sun was due to set in a matter of time…Able caught the last bolt of lightning in a jar and he placed it in my palms and asked why I thought I felt so frail in the sunlight…I held the lightning and the lampposts flickered in the streets. When my faith was tested then and among other trials of faith, Abe brought me over to a tree in the neighborhood and he told me to sit down. He released the bolt and there was a flying circle of energy around the tree and the wind swayed the branches. Although the storm being the curse from a dark energy I felt that my faith was tested in while the sun opened slightly and suddenly the tree fell down opposite of my backside and a thud shook the ground plus the thunder sounding off the last of the storm…I knew Bo was hiding and squirming being under the sun and with Abe’s demonstration…he laughed.

Abe walked with me to a small stream of water around the block and sat next to while I could not help but itch my body.

—I owe it to God…

—The lava is through your bloodstream. Did you not know of your defect?

I twiddled my thumbs and while looking at the water we were sat next to, I dipped my foot and there was a sensation that shook me to the core and it was magnificent. It was almost unbearable how it healed my aches. It was heaven—a sensation Abe prayed for and my surprise that I could not get the words out…

—I owe it to God, you see?

—You should garden…if He arrives and heals you.

It was because of my faith, he said, that the moment of healing revealed this miracle. There was a difference in me with the angels and also the humans…it was not me that manifested the surreal and heavenly, but the combinations of the servants of God. Though we were alone and sitting on the green grass with the healing water easing my pain from the sun…I knew God’s miracles could touch the bodies and souls of the lost and found. There being a time and place for the church and His presence, I felt to argue that the church was the call up to G-d that He might reign down and return…I thought Abe had information on the One and was apt to have me circle and believe in what I was just now a lame one escalating up to a new belief…the sun was not killing me! The church needed a unification to the order of God’s true desire. Maybe the glory I have seen, outside the gates and here on earth, was no equated with the kingdom he has planned on Earth…

I spent the day resting and listening to the AM that Abe said he would tune into with a message from the sky and static thru radio, my earthly father and Robby’s father went to Alaska for opium…where my body rested in the living room and I let the monitors play out. As rest and fulfillment inched through my body, I could still feel the warmth from the morning out and it was not scorching but a steaming warmth that I padded feeling newly apt to arise in my spirit…I remember my mother by the river back in Oklahoma when my sister and I were curious children who could not help much in the garden besides watering and watching it grow. Mother would be reclined near the river and I would to her and show her the burns on my body…this she did not want to discuss though it was just developing then and my skin has only declined since. She did want to talk about it because this involved Devin too.

She did not pursue mother but neither of us could help but notice that the imbalance compared to the reservation, and the churches our only father being Him—he left the south but went to the mountains and never returned.

Robby’s Uncle, Patrick who when not walking out of sermon times swinging his feet the lobby and scouted the streets, he would revise a complex map-oriented and tempted with his own personal demon too…he planned out robberies and executed crime like theft and drugs…he could not help to save himself being on his own, defying our choir and his sway to the rhythms of howls and screeches…he spent life by spilling at the error realm that Bo had combined lightnings and ship shafting and their desire being nothing short of chaos. Robby the one being taught like a blacksmith and he ran away from all his family for witnessing their gatherings of demonic appraisal dedication—Robby drowns out the misery and shame by

Patrick and Bo tried to defeat Father and this upset Robby wildly and even intervened with sporadic and disorienting light prisms glowing them back to hell—the boy wielded the Book for endurance of power and saved hundreds of lives a day, everyday—we are grateful he chooses our trio, dear heavens what evil he could will. Of course He and the other duo rivaled when we were babies and mother had shown Patrick the opium…a horrible desperation to drift out to sea and forget how pure and essential life is…there was a jealousy our mom could not help but show against Him when he turned and left calling on Abe for the first time…Father went away and who the loyalty was understood left everything knew to Oregon wilderness and chopping wood, integrated in his own creation.

When Devin celebrated my 335th birthday on a mountain, we both were sustained without paternal oversight…Father elected Abe, requiring that we learn the Book and be taught from the points of view from ones who were there… Abe guided us over the years though keeping his distance from a watchful point and editing mishaps in the manifested light—swearing to Him that all children cannot fall and they would be saved from danger…we agreed that we would never insist on lethal medicine and allow the pull of the darkness. I could not find his face familiar, the elder watchmen such as Abe beamed with light at the realms of nations and they glorified God and breathed life into the winds meeting our bodies and growing in radiance. The dark spirits toured around in vacancy of purpose besides drawing with temptation and pushing the balance away from the innocent and also the mighty…believe they tried for the Almighty and He slayed them—Robby snatched the opium that he came across and felt ill at the aroma…he knew it disheveled and tormented Patrick and mushed his mind into delusions of power and stillness when he should be unsettled by the absence of his son Robby.

The substance numbed the tendency to withdrawal from a dangerous endeavor to a comfort in witnessing a catastrophe as the eyes move slowly; this of Bo’s lightning was a horribly magnificent rage that settled as a normality and how the darkness was controlled though consequences would spiral into the deep chaos of the world; the demons fed on the fear and mother missed Father during her times of lonesome temptation from the darkness that her affair was the event before her passing…laying to rest in the heart of Oklahoma with durable technology and powers were so foreign to her and she was never informed of how we were getting by and unaware that we did not know about Father till recent time…He took care of Devin and I and when he normalized himself to integrate into the world or other atmospheres there were angels guiding us to the accepted turns that reality offers; we prayed to seek our Father and remember our mother in the dearests of light with her pain, that was avoided, felt by the empathy of our cross-genetic so different than what happened to her mind from earthly substance—she believed and felt so special from the length away, far or near over her life, from the ultimate Truth and belief in what she saw growing up then apart from His love that he allowed himself on this planet…He prayed that the warriors of the south would not intervene with her faith, but she disregarded it all to sit near the river by a tree and dream a certain abstract world all to herself.

Amidst the crime and deviance of the forthcoming energies ways that held the crooked darkness with pleasure and obedience to the shadows, visited her and tampered mother with his ideology of self-feeding, detrimental mindset that he casted about. Through corrupting souls and training Bo how to derive fear from the nature on this earth…conjuring obscure waves of mishap and only the fortune of living in the pool: defecting the AM stations and speaking fear and poison to all who became receptive who were not close watched over, at best thinking of how much power this energy has compared to God…nothing compares to him. The One is only Himself and mother declined this path when the poison took her.

All the same spirits through the centuries are still out there battling the waves of good and evil, using humans as their vessels; shaming them to feel unwanted from the good that which life promises, when sought, to strengthen the beauty of loving others and being thankful for community or talking to God when alone. Some did not drown…drowned like our mother drowned. It was enough for our Uncle because he wanted to infiltrate our family even further…though it was mainly unknown but to who was equipped with recognization of our relation to the heavenly banquet where out seats waited when the freedom ones were accepted and brought to the kingdom…though the darkness in our Uncle was to prompt them to withdraw from shelter and become apt to the chaos of the streets and gatherings of temptation; or melt away and give up…it was the presence of Him that was the One…this is what our angels are revealing…I remember his face, though walking into the distance…maybe I have seen him again, never by our monitoring but his presence in the believers…

There were machines and mental phenomena at the furthest evolution away from the earth’s stance of the practical and a sample of the universe that we, who guide flying down from our wings of light, are familiar with certain subtle variants that did in fact separate the gates of heaven and earth…despite our ability to watch and intervene, humans would only recognize this as an impossibility until the One rescues them…and it was more so God resurfacing and implementing himself across different solar systems and working in the dirt here for the sake of watching his creation…He watched Devin and I, and we watched him and mother sitting beneath the tree before things went obscure. We do not known what hides him but knowing His true and final form we had faith that even after our service there would be a new sphere and on and on forever (in his love and mercy)…the choirs would shout, tears of joy as we see him reappear…Robby, in his franticness, went through data and toured around different angel sects, gather and with a mock-conclusion believed it was Abe—smile…this was not something the angels had authority of revealing or even depicting. On the mountain stretched high where the message was in a tower like an island…the Book spoke of a glorify trinity and even though I recognized Father as so, and the One was climbing up the mountain to find himself amidst servant protectors.

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The moonlit streets where Devin had left evidence of her desperation out ministering on foot…I would find her at a church group gathering in the night. Devin would sing a beautiful tone and equipped the Book like a sword of protection. Her honest tradition was to equip breath and the light from the eyes averted for DNA samples and thoughts for her keeping track the common elements of today’s folk of the modern age. She could sense their doubts and would immediately float a prayer, deadening the grey and she showed the same care and love to all. Really she did feel comfortable throughout her life with verbal obstacles and often being dim to her own healings…her love was straightforward and casually so frequent this being the reason of her role with Robby and I.

At times, she seemed awkward and disconnected, but her mind flourished and spread through the congregation and she had diligence all day and night. She would give mind to the gatherings she asked people for needs of prayer—this was the preoccupation that conveyed the distant and meek where she was using her mind and praying for healing. Though, day or night gatherings she was destined to approach the matter of the soul’s conflicting modes and find the root cause which she could slightly heal until there was a fantastic shift to cleanse and do away with the blotted dots of poison or pale skin…she prayed but my skin was still lava. I was fortunate to ear-in on more good news and it still renders goodness to be prayed over. When I pray, it does not seem as heavy on my shoulders than it was for her. The inhale-exhale resembled the warm energy and was directing golden light to follow from the focus.

Even the common brush in church she met eyes and then closed them, the joy from singing but an approaching darkness from the draining of light. The Book studies was an honest humor that the speculation typically fell short of the grand kingdom…but despite the angels grace and profound glory gifted by G-d, the earth members have only seen the gates. The promise was obtained when being invited on one of our busy days to fly and meet the others. When I think He is He it alerts a beaming smile to look up and feel it—I often wonder how Devin arrived at this same blessing. She probably remembered more about him, his appearance or his voice. She shut away and became quiet when she was seemingly in a place of contemplation and direction. It was almost like a secret altogether the she was not dismayed to the point of a dim technique of focus. I could not disrupt her techniques but I was truly curious and even concerned about how well being. Hearing her voice for a report was subtle and minuscule. Her approach and rightful attitude towards her version of efficiency that we could watch in realtime from the watch station. Their level; her levels…she was saving souls with her optimism. I could wonder about it and whether or not I could gather a counsel; she would in a way hold it against me by to not continuing the slack of our overall affect because I could not join the gatherings in the day.

She helped an elderly woman with a stretcher and had noticed her overtime as the concern for her was seemingly in need of being attended. There were moments where Devin was concerned that she would fall on the concrete and seriously injure herself, or her crying in the small group circles about her husband who had passed five years ago, her children moved far away and she spent her days staring at the television. Devin approached her after the meeting, and asked to allow a prayer for her. This lady had no nurse or help, she took the bus to her apartments and never seemed to become cleansed by the healing Devin could promise if the timing and heart was right…she pleaded that she was already saved and that her husband fought in the war long ago and felt unease towards people in the world—then she cried for his soul…I could see her frail scooting of her stretcher to the bus stop, though this time Devin was accompanying her, guiding her with a soft press…praying for transformation of the heart and to give praise; to have peace and to use this time to offer use to the sky. She sang all the way home, put on a tape and sang glory to God.

A strange thought ensued that I did not know whether it was so true or a dream; that I saw G-d Himself…it could have been a different man—that did not matter because God seemed to be formless other than his embodying of the illusion I saw…the farewell he gave to mother…or the kingdom of heaven that we have marveled at the gates. How could the man working in a garden, a stranger, his glance knocking my stance and I tumble over my tremble. I have seen him…the same yesterday, today and forever…but he morphed and resembled the ordinary when he could increase his reign…the people rushed through, all together, in worrisome blindness that when acquiring faith there needed a surrender from the business to a settling to the unknown which they have glimpses of throughout their life. The angels were created behind the clouds and awoke to the choir praise and felt jubilee that some were sent, like stars in the sky to glow just a mere fraction of all the eternity there truly is. Everything was white; the walls in our room are white. The heavenly had flowed through processes and tests, almost too potent that would blind the possibility of reception…Abe was one seated there but on earth he guided truth for truth and saw to it that our purpose was not in vein and that we would not fall into the gimmicks and pride of ourselves craving the affection from the world by inducing in crooked sin.

The crawling creatures of the shadows interfered by going out and being equipped with an evil tongue which was always detrimental to all beings alike—even deadening nature or the cold gusts under moonlight. By hiding in electricity, infiltrating technology and sneaking lies and deception that would be undetectable through their course of destruction. I was aware of the possessions and in human form there were disasters of crime but also deteriorating the minds of formerly decent people…even some G-d fearers would fall to the temptations that were easy to emerge and accept, as those what material gains seem rightfully yours with the mishap forfeiting peace by the overindulgence eating them alive while developing a more self temperament that is thought to manage for any possibility of accumulating in vanity. There was a false value and corrupting others to embark together and unknowingly causing the destruction of communities. When demons strung their curses along, it was a victory for satan who is either way eternally damned; eager to bring the people with him, or even infiltrate us angels that we would fall and build the work of fear, lust, danger…I could see them climb and squirm in the system and travel through imprinting slightly till the discover a spot of the disarraying center that would effect in all directions.

I have heard this hiss and snarl—seeing them embody for disaster in their natural way of deception…having reoccurring violence corrupting the hearts of those with power. How often the victims were often strong and prayed, no matter the collision: the darkness and mock-strength. God intervenes to an extent though some feel so stricken and burdened to fall or witness. The world has fear and there are monsters who prematurely proclaim their false right to inflict suffering and earn whatever they are looking for in the arrogance that is difficult to shake once they see the chaos circle thinking they are the cause…in another sense, God only interfering in moments where he is sought; though he watches the darkness toil and spread with a heavy mind while his depth and lovely mercy awaits still those with integrity will be spared from hell.

Robby was fighting in this war—what he follows through the system to watch with his own eyes the brutality and heavy weight he could not always intervene. He pulled his hair and ran through alleys downtown; he would not harm Bo because of the bond of family, though he was always steaming to talk sense to the shadow who was more cursed than most unpleasantries being the ones who collided with Him and all the angels that sought to pursue and block their string of falsity and record of doom.

I remember in the mist and whistle of the wind the moment of the spirits announcing themselves while unable to ignore the voices through the air. It was an illness gradually given into and wrongly conjoined the register of the infiltration that the mind could be corrupted…if I had not followed the light then the voices would have controlled me like my mother. It was common that when detached from the realm of the good and true that whatever curse muttered would latch onto the impressionable place in the mind that could not be countered without a serious cleanse and surrender; facing danger and ridding the environment and move where a new beginning allows a moment to seek truth. The thought of being stranded in the woods in the dusk and the trees resemble mirrors that feeling lost was first romanticized to a certain mock-passings of the cloaked figures peering around every corner, ready to corrupt and drain your soul; the light getting away…sometimes mother would wake up near the river and in a confused state of toxicity with all energy and the soul dismantled with a fear which returning to yourself and feeling the exhaustion; distance from the truth.

When my sister and I were still in the south, during our adolescent impressionable minds, I remember feeling the fear…Devin could at time convey new words and concepts to me in our little habitat and I could not understand it but listened because I talked to her and mother when she was not by the river. I was never communal and spending the days of sunlight I hid in the shade where my pale body was becoming more weak the years that went by. Mother would dream and talk aloud in her sleep, whispering pleas for mercy and sounds of pain that was painful to listen to let alone fronting her being to simple pleasures. While my family was off and away, I would wonder about the traces of spirits and whether they were true…I figured they were in the sense of being more real than imagination but not as real as the truth that I have learned with it being good and fulfilling, not as the doubt for escaping but I could only travel through the night or I was cloaked treading on being led by hope…I feared the fire crackle at night, that it would overtake the nearby and surrounding life…I feared the tribe would call to end me and my family. It shook me that the plain was infinite and I could never go back or start anew away from the conjuring. I still had memories, dreams and vision about Him—I would not forget the truth and I longed to be cleansed from this ancient way of mistyping what was natural for me but the sun was scorching and my days wondering became words of prayer.

I threw rocks near crows at dusk, not to hurt them though I was unknowingly worsening my fate due to the darkness following me throughout my life. Patrick visited from the north and brought a picture of his son Bo and his nephew Robby who both who crossed paths and became to a conflict… with stories of his demonic battle he was convinced to rebuke the possession. Patrick chuckled because he was slightly cloaked and Bo had already began his deception…Patrick hardly cared to explain it and joined my mother on walks and they talked of their youth in jest, that they both had departed for different vanities. When they used the opium, they swore their was beauty from the reflection of light in the water—they would talk about his son Bo and they reflected on when back in the day, drawing my Father out from our lives—about darkness and light. I overheard them reflecting on whether us, the youthful, would see to learn and regain the direction from Father. He had to; I knew my memory was sad but the words before He left was that he would see me soon. Despite the web and interior placements of the mania or depression that consisted in the family as all but too far from the Lord—the He that built and belonged in the heavens. I want to get back to the hectic occurrences rather than studying the sky from the habitat, having then not been equipped with the tools and inventions that was studied and learned by the ones we were not sure of identifying.

Mother did not tell us about the significance…or the difference between good and evil at our impressionable weakness that could have benefited from the light and promise; though there was a memory of home that was seemingly the creation of green and blue earth and the microcosm was nonetheless challenged to pair again and a few times to grow and rebuild. I rebuked the dreaded spirits after they wanted to corrupt my mind and weaken my limbs. I had heard of no heaven or angels but it was something like the river in the mornings. Only my sister and I parted with little ear though with hope still looking for faith to trust and experience what sliver of goodness that was in our hears—the mother was the Earth. Turning our backs from the river, needing family, being Robby as his attempt to dissuade his Uncle from the specks of dust in the wind, he too no longer fought but surrendered to the draining of his soul. And from the clouds to be our guidance mappings that brought actions of goodwill and how we wanted a peaceful protest but my family of watchers were not all feeling the forsakenness of family departing or disconnecting leaving Devin without being equipped with many words, she was always curious about people and listened, as she does,…neither of us knew where we were going or whether there was rest in something besides the carefree rot that we could have fell into being on such a journey going North.

Though, Robby was warming and it was the happiest I ever saw him…he said we could not consult God directly but our true brothers and sisters were from the golden sky—mother mentioned a god with goodness but there was not distinction; mother worshipped the greenery and the river without any credit due, she thought it was her mind and it was partly. Going up, there were seconds where I thought my vision was being pulled by the wind, and that I was able to walk because of the cloudy sky and I mentioned this to Robby but he already knew. He and Devin would speak in a hush several feet away and they talked about G-d; she was very intrigued and a warm glow of heart she looked over to me…I was in such devastation I could not imagine anything else,… Our cousins blend grey, while here he promised his application and discipline was held high and transparent to the works of Good and worthy. Although he fought battles with the darkness near and far, his stressors and temperament, being the hectic jolts of conflict I simply wondered if he found solace…he did, and when he conveyed that we too were destined to safeguard the righteous folk of the north and that we should immediately start our attention to the Book which he supplied to us.

I was sitting underneath a tree there was no mother or opium. There was my sister but she was studying as changes were being applied to her, and I thought whatever circles we were following of the world there was something grand and mighty…I first learned about the tormented but did not know of a paradise beforehand…the question of death conveyed in the Book as an everlasting promise for the people who followed…it mentioned large cities of destruction or prospered even though I knew basic ground. How could it be—it talked of the provider and the earth recreated…the One was near and I was to praise him. Being overwhelmed by Robby’s simple insistence there was cause for a great declaration and change…I fell asleep underneath the shade of the tree and thought to myself of what I was suppose to with such obvious light, was I corrupt for this form or any form out in the open? The reassurance I would eventually witness would have limited the fear that I trembled over, whether I my body was from the depths of darkness…though I was light. Underneath the tree I felt time pass. In a mode of transition was the realization of the true goodness of our individual choices that I wanted to learn and help. Robby would cough with a grin saying we are more than welcome to help him and his endeavors that were taken up to the high sky…he would explain the dangers with the only reward being the feeling of good but never our glory, hence the heavens…he said the individuals could at times conjure up a hell on earth and would never seek redemption or repent. Oh, the doubts I have repented for and the disobedience I have changed with prying eyes fixed on the deception…there magnificent hearts and that sway at the desperation or tired refrain.

Robby was shaken by the excruciating static without giving into it completely, but enough to be pulled into the mishap decisions where the evil bases what he hopes to suppress and direct to a dwindle speck dissolving into a void. When we first were presented our stations in various locations, there he would obsess frantically at the monitors and used a foreign alphabet on his keyboard…different secrets and dangerous scenes he had needed to attend, and by the points reflecting what was a deliberate collision at the intersection of faith—the dangers of the paths humans are not always humble to share…God intercepted with a conformation at the turn and two were spared by the grace of this sequence…through our visuals we saw nothing but a turn in direction, that was redirected due to wicked chaos, violence defeated with His spirit.

The AM radio was playing and Robby showed a motion to distill before a talent and blessing…there was a woman at the beginning of a delusional course of action by travel, being that she was not equipped and needed to return to her priorities but mostly her safety…her breathing slowed and her heart’s rhythm…Robby spoke into the radio to get home and she went home. God configured the lightning that traveled between the technology and blessed a word for dispersion to latch onto the specific paths for the glow, or even the nearest glow from being weak and desperate…we can manage but not convince; bless but not always rescue…

Though my family had disappeared in the distance or into the grass into the horizon away from memory; laying in tune with conflicting relational values that caused more strife with our own formulation of growth,…there was not much regard for the coming of age and we did not hear stories from their life or who they were. Though, to make them proud it would often disassemble our identity…we were told to hope and pray that our questions will be answer and that there is so much we could not understand unless we were hearing from Him who we increasingly came to know and that which seemed so relatable. There was a day where my rest in the living room that was collided with banter of a new circle or a family welcoming as three other figures behind Robby came tumbling through the front door, slightly burning my eyes, and he introduced them and referred to them as our colleagues and brothers and sisters. They greeted me with warm words and embrace that

The angels began with stories such as the creation of this being that was in the human figure but made by God though in his image too. It seemed like the most plausible gifting but I was not quite sure of my being being that I had zero memory of a previous life in heaven or on earth, without recollection of the creator that I served, but Devin emerged ready and equipped with the assigned prompt of increasing the rate of gatherings locally and inserting holy light in the crevasses of society groups, and even to increase paths for the ones at the churches…the angels said to ask them about their baptisms and faith; listen to how they prayed. With gracious reverence, the different modes I set out to mind the various positions. Robby told them about my condition and they smiled without casting doubt or judgment towards my inability…they smiled and were pure towards the obstacles because they knew how curious, or even how desperate I was to one day find remedy; they knew God had plans for what I could not control…how rare would I get to greet and mingle with believers and servants, but to contemplate the human condition and the goodness of what is holy; all at a desk that I was trained by meditation of the voice in the light from above. See I was too weak to step foot but how I received what the angels prayed for when I was praying a gentle and humbling pray…I knew that all the shadows of my life, even the ones I was enslave to in the living room was countered and fought again by grace…and as long as I could see the light and the ones I protected was a gift of kindest offering, service to God.

One angel stayed behind that day. He said a there would come a horizon that this family would be near and drawn in by the pull gaining on some lightning mechanism…pulling upward and they could not mention in the presence being the room—their whispers turned to laughter , Robby was aware of his accumulation of conflict that was building and being torn down every day, the important of his work was not disregarded; Abe meant something else, but I saw them both look over in a hush and I wanted to converse with these three and learn what harmonious flow—this angel had a delicate ear and with gentle warmth in his eye there was kindness of light…pure light, celestial his entity was abundant and I watched him smile then ask about a resting confirmation of sacrifice in the midst of shadows; if we were prepared…Devin was kicking her feet in the air and smirked. She was looking over the years for the opportunities to push through and flourish where the flowers were vivid and growing nearby…we read in the Book of the people’s doubts and chaos that could lead to a secret war while the demons were already dead and that the light overcame the pits and circles that foolishly chant against His mercy.

It was night again, and Abe accompanied me on front porch where I wondered about stars and the heavens. To my thoughts of meeting Him was still a question that was begged in the way of serving on earth and sing these songs…how Abe graciously asked how I could construct certain corner of moral and logical insight; I simply imagined his voice with His complexity.

—Do you remember the stars back then?

—When I dreamed from the habitat?

—Well you have seen the light you wish of. Walk in faith…

Abe was floating near the lamppost and I was in awe. It registered in my soul but my mind there was not a comparison. I asked him if it was suspicion, that world of doubt that the people casted when they could not witness only in subtle heights the perplexing implementations beyond words and numbers that this particular confirmation would believe in surrendering everything. Abe sang beautifully and I whistled fall behind. This was before the development that I absorbed and was open in gladness…it was when Abe had directed me down the street peering into the window of a normal house and letting me absorb a hidden treasure that was depicted simply though this was a quintessential glimpse at the mission of standing by when there was manifested events, peculiar and at times subtle…

A man reading the paper and whispering in prayer…Abe explained this man’s difficulties which we were here to intervene. Abe told me his son had a condition, his wife was watching TV zoned out from the pressing battle, and he was deteriorating inside but I could feel this man’s pain. Abe placed his fingers on the window glass and spoke…the man at that time felt unspeakable contentment. The sense of worry or the middle sinking ceasing to fall through; he looked up and he thought of thanks.

A familiar witness was displayed night after night out with who I opened and wondered, and if my ignorance is such pity for whatever mock-order I claim…G-d in his moment for moments infinity…it seemed like dreams wondering of their dreams each night looking after and breathing life into the corruption that was so natural though needing for us to mend from observant attention to battling a shadow. I had no words for this matter.. What wisdom needed to be such a spirit that when the hints of the stillness as Abe releasing the burdens from the delicate spark when the spirit, maybe one like me…though I heard false tongue through the AM, I set focus on experiences the fantastical actions of the angels, but it was a different language for me…the sun has me aching at any flash of gathering and tucking away under the blankets and sheets but felt so ill and gloomy because this light is where the other is, even my sister to learn alone and seek counsel in the sky.

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The slightest hint amidst what is truly a developing purpose received from the guidance of the intersecting visibility that circulates the reasons for seeing through the responsibility…through it was whispers as angels stood by and muttered and observed the choices…none of the reasons for intervening were for accumulating power that was rather a vessel blessed to the mind and feel that was never synthetic but the light overcoming the venom.

Now that there were angels at reach and I could call on them or, at times, turn for guidance and prayer as my watch endured more potency…the mishaps were mended and as more embrace was called on, there were new additions underway by the spirits were good and plentiful…more than I imagined.

I would talk under the sky when the angels surfaced and set out to heal and standby—I inserted my availability and they heard me. While the habitat was merely myself and the AM and I smiled this day; the fluid monitor I turned towards Devin and I could see her laying hands on the ill about a block from the sanctuary…moving my view slightly, there were the winged on the roof of the church flapping and singing; the sound of heaven serenaded and the evil vanquished for the ones seeking redemption and praying for direction. The radiance and power of prayer withstood against a perimeter of misfortune and doubt…words of healing, the stale state of defeat which the beams overcame had entered where Devin’s hands directed to cleanse.

She was set out to build the kingdom because her knack for intermingling with an open ear that heard, at times, the trembling tones and absorbing the words from their heart. When elders ached from sharing their live’s desires and their dissatisfaction as they drifted further away, Devin would promptly envision their offspring or immediate circle of relations and the events in their lives that would promptly be mended at a new beginning of what was always destined to be. If they lived without repentance or watched their family fall at the cost of wrong doings and the meek were bounded to shame that they could not shake…there was hope intervening. When they turned the corner they would feel subtle insight to mend themselves, doing what they had not noticed in consideration…washed with what was now so obvious, such gladness—tears of relief and joy…one heart of remedy to change the future of their loved ones or even strangers that lean towards being receptive through spirit.

The spirit…the cloud raining down; traveling through the air permitting through decisions and phases of contemplation. What shaped the earth, apart from our kind, was this energy that was placed for the utility of truth and all were open to its powers because the accessibility was free by God and directed by those who accept and receive the counseling and messages conveyed through a purity that was always beckoning the consideration of right and wrong. The Book spoke of this spirit, and I first felt its truth when Abe had taught me the prayer and the attentiveness. It’s essence and content were invisible and active naturally, though one can choose how relevant or dim. When it is ignored this is the ego overriding the process of faith on the path towards the cleansing it is slowly trying to reveal.

It directed me against my doubts; to turn my fears into safe havens that I could resolve at the stance of truth. At the mode of functional release, when I found a human that needed to be rescued or to intervene in anyway: I directed this spirit that was already circulating to the forefront of the reception process at the dimensions of self-indulgence or to give up material or mindful greed. What conflict was being out among the world and deceiving each other through little escapes where each action sequenced a tumbling that could scarcely show itself the proper solution that was one step towards the spirit that found home and was a sliver reflection of the heavens in the sky…and the angels on the clouds sang as the sky opened. We worked in unison though God was managing the larger picture that was manifested and revealed. I wondered about Him and if I was worthy to live more in his light…I invited the spirit to show me in my mind the peace to be so unfamiliar with the light yet being able to the direct myself through what I knew would destroy my body and melt me to the ground in a matter of a minute…I felt ill at times from being starved from what I implemented and situated for the formulations to receive. There was a sense of grey and tiresome seating at the desk and the AM was singing…

Go forth and tell! Men still in darkness lie; In wealth or want, in sin they live and die.

Each day, though triumphs or tragedy, I recognized my want for jubilee in the celebration under the sun that was not at this moment my envy to the others. The benefit other than the ultimate goodness and chances to cleanse with the purification…I was desperate to be among them. It felt as a desperation that not only being withheld but to depart at dusk because I merely wanted…but this want I was ignoring what I was brought so gracefully—maybe the spirit was in favor or my feeling of deceptiveness caught mock-energy that was of disobedience I felt ashamed immediately. Having felt envy but never of this gradual bitterness…I sat on the floor and turned the AM off…there was only indications of who and what I was, the angels looked at me with gentle interest, but excluded swiftly when they returned to their lives…

Certain developments that did or did not occur from my foregoing of initiation of what the spirits were so actively interconnected by deriving new methods for the great cause, while the shadows lured and for the lost to give in, though each ideal was amidst the atmosphere on earth…the sky was earth. When there was somewhat curiosity in the minds of the common curiosity, the heavens was to each own’s star though the sun was hell for me; though I felt powerless beyond my habitat that all control was from the graciousness of developing interceptions that were facilitated in a state of consistent lending through this cycle of occurrences to forever show said grace. The spirit was the whisper in between all the gatherings throughout the sphere of our active call. When I was grey and hidden, or when I glimpsed at the activity of the world: there were either subtle doubts or an euphoria from the connectivity of the spirit that was invited…the spirit traveled and continued throughout time; which every figure demonstrated as obedience to the destiny that accompanied.

I walked back to the shaded patio and felt the warmth, and it was all way from the pressure that I applied to be honorable, or the worry of my state in condition that kept me at the edges of soft life that mixed with the shadows, hence the doubt. Sometimes I would see terrible occurrences with my functions and input, sending the spirit, was not followed but blatantly ignored by them who treaded the open confines of society…even if I was absent, I prayed that the spirit would cast light. Though there were angels parted throughout the world, and the several here I wanted to embrace and ask what they pondered about and how they glorify their pursuits to the realm of the high heavens. The watchers on the clouds watched me but kept quiet because they were discussing to themselves about their correlations on whether the spirit was available and whether the recipient might reciprocate the positivity push to a turn of action…it has always been settled in such a creation as this.

There were moment where it was quite apparent that I had not initially wandered into this position by chance…and though it shows possibilities that were hidden, I knew only visions of the golden gates and was troubled by the memory of how distinct the purity and cleanness. As I wanted so desperately to hear G-d’s voice, he was apparent in every which way…when I asked about what was beyond our infinity, I believe it was not an answer dressed for comprehension that was so readily available…Abe was anointed. When he said he knew the One, and that it was even unexplainable to him who was rooming with G-d behind the universe…I wondered how the strings were interwoven or pulled in a way that earth was spinning out of control…what it mean when the sun destroyed the earth; just where would the heavens be? My sister wondered about biology and if our complex shrinking was seen through as more and more marvelous, that being here and conscious…being who redirects evil to a humbling safe haven to recenter and look up to the sky. Why so often is the gradual progress or lack which through changes very little…through this skeptical expertise that I rebuked from it taking hold and altering my soul. Being stuck in such a way as experiencing firstly the results from the helpless and doing something besides watch them carry on down the street into safety; sometimes ensuing a prayer but nonetheless in a true wash they were thankful on the purification.

Was I so selfish?…yes, at times latching onto the static and still only whispering in a tongue of purified realms brought about by the Book. In the simple task of breathing life, there was my bitterness I collide into without cures…the ones I had were not suitable to my condition. I prayed and asked, though it was not whether I would slight my appointed position for something more grand or simple. I asked why, since Oklahoma, my condition has kept me from seeking a normal trajectory and to awake in the morning while being able to freely witness the loudness or peacefulness…though, I had quite a perspective being at the helm while the others were out, overlooking them transporting to different points—I could only appear at dusk, walking the afraid to safety, interrupting conflicts of hatred, halting at the corners of destruction and hatred…they were kept on earth due to destiny that they inhabit, at times just a hint, but not ready to enter the sky or the other form of disintegrating into the earth.

The cold underground stuck at the core I believed to be wiped out in the scorching heat when global warming takes actions, releasing its fury and colliding with those who still have their micro-lives as specks to suffer the heat. Hell is waiting in the void until the fire overtakes and devouring then moving on through the void. It was only a theory, that maybe heaven was the void our life-dust softly collides with a glowing star to marvel at outer space as heaven. Whether it was gold paths with choirs or the stillness of this speck that was mostly all capable here at this very moment…imagining trumpets and the opened ceiling, floating upwards and seeing the world frightened where all that is must surrender…He being capable of anything, the organizer was where I would follow through the intimidating volume and magnificence in surreal configurations of light; the love being undeniable. I feared only the light from the frailness of my body.

It was on my mind that my moments of freedom and clarity were at the height of mishap and the random misfortune that the people endured being that the sun’s healing for them was a lopsided phases of rest for myself. The mischievous and frantic adrenaline that the echo from the howling frantic shivers as the wind spoke of hauntings…I walked the neighborhood and told myself that I would find my way to the haven of the interlocked dim glow that the lamps directed me along the winding paths that I ventured so hopeful for a moment to implant a prayer that alleviated the collective energy of my surroundings…I looked at the moon and heard the tree movement showing me the rhythm of the night. The lights from the TVs that I could imagine the state of interpretation, being a viewer at a station, and there was rest in the basking of all their imagination that I could interpret the intent which was partially resembling the story I could gather…the spirit left my tongue and their mind would consider their held beliefs.

On the corner at the last house I walked by, there was a couple that spoke in consideration of their entertaining display of emergency hospital drama that there was a developing sense of fear and buildup that some cause would present a fearful reality that I could see would tumble into existence and embody the fear…but in the moment they would think it so natural, as though it was destined to be to break their back or be eaten alive from cancer. It dawned on me that I was so much like this projection of worrisome acceptance of the aching. Even though there was a small cloud at the core, growth or shade, there existed such a connected that I could set them apart from the sickness of thought and to let be known the scarcity of what too awful nightmares seemed to only dimly exist there. Stepping one foot away from the circulation and mock-acceptance that withheld the progress being what I was praying there…the resilience drained my spirit and I was frail under a lamppost looking out across to an open field. I walked into the dark energy and was humming a prayer that light would find me.

The moon was my guide and any direction I circled around there was a whistle at an eerie aura…I had been in a obscure thinking state and a flooded my mind with a confusion that I could not withstand on my own. Yet, I fell to the ground and sat their helpless. This night being the window of time would be my evidence of living which desperately moved me apart from what I could understand. Though the cloud watchers were asleep and the guardians were not nearby…or that I was offset to this trap that was increasing in accuracy against my soul. I wondered which part of me would be destroyed; the darkness or light. Being it inescapable I rushed to believe at this moment staring up as the moon was covered by the clouds, the possession was fleeting which I had always despised and I thought that maybe I was bitter from the closing off from the sun. How could I protect and guard? My access to the spirit was common among even the timid attendance of prayer, and the spirit was loud and vivid reminding me of what I should latch any physical or spiritual process to the foundation of being a spirit of light…but I was finding myself intervening to battle for my own current being or fate. Was it not so obvious that I was desperate to understand more, be a contributing stance in the actions that inclined the calling on of God…

As I drudged through the field to a small hill where I sat praying for peace to find me, confessing what I considered so slightly as what stifles me from healing internally…there was lightning again but no drizzle. I prayed because I had little endurance to collide with the lightning again. I whispered to the skies and when I approached a neighborhood intersection, there was a tall figure next to him…it is one of the angels that visited, the lady that accompanied Devin at churches and knew of cathedrals and bishops. I laughed because I was rescued and any new conflict would be the consideration of the proper functions of helping the lost…I was not lost with the light.

Abe smiled an extended out to counsel the disruption the pestered against any compatible function that I could not stand upright or visualize until I remembered his bearded face and grin…this was a magnificent interconnection and I did not entertain how it was considered. I met eyes with his company and I bowed. It was her vibrancy that dwindled any physical ideals to a humble shake that she was truly parallel with the heavens, and was not an earthly inhabitant, much like Abe’s blessing of descent always with a mighty glow.

I was astonished and felt the giddy blessing as an overarching obstacle of doubt which was now revalued to my abilities or inability…the nervousness sweated from the cooling lava and I bowed not all certain of my being’s matter of countering to rid the self of toxicity; for balance to offer how my allegiance truly was, the heavens undeniable…the finest heard my call and their guidance lead me slowly back.

—Mind I ask your name?

—M, like immanence.

She laughed and there reassurance in my spirit…that the earth was close to her, from previous presence of life and abundance cleansing her path—a halo hovered. As we paced, M was speaking into my mind and I could feel the healing bringing a blissful drone of sound that was a whirlwind of purity and angelic perfection. It was not just her radiant detail in the subjects of her time away from heaven was an addition manifesting from what commanding peace to seek out and excel while her gracious and subtle voice soothed my weary stance that any sense of doubt was transformed by the guidance she insisted was true for all. The subtle intervals between the stroll through the neighborhood I wondered why all my conflict was not adjacent to the peace and subtle position of guidance that was so simple and effortless…

M pointed to the sky where the moon showed when the clouds moved and her glow increased also. While the neighborhood was asleep she asked if I knew about any constellations but I knew it was her spirit that was as splendid of truth that the shapes of the sky up there was something she gracefully hinted of a resolving connection I would some day earn.

—Can you not yet fly?

I was somewhat embarrassed by my timid lack of such a common addition, but I had never flown…only where Abe had held my soul in my dreams of the golden gates had I soared and marveled at the earth and its surrounding glory. M was not just a daughter of Him, but she held counsel for objectives on earth where often she was the gateway for the angels to the improvement of the most adorned and significant beings. As I was in my corner of directing slight actions for the standard human mishap that which did not require the wings that prompted the eye looking about at the green and blue below from the view of the shining stars. Although I had an ache for an inclusive progress, the light became paler and M sat next to me under a tree. She pointed to the still visible moon in the approaching daylight, and she told me that the day would soon occur that I would be relieved and a great promise would ensue that I could see

Him and abide by his commandments for the various layers of heaven and earth.

Though I felt as though my station in the habitat was a version of purgatory, I had asked why I could not fly and why my skin reacted as though I would quickly disintegrate and melt into the earth; much like the imagined corpses underground when the sun devoured the planet…I asked her why it was so, but she did not have an answer for me…it was not the time for destiny to be revealed.

—Did God imprison me?

I pleaded against my lonesome yet there was additional light in my soul that her presence was here for reasons of the gradual build; like a preparation from all of what I could not perceive.

—He is still waiting…

M hummed sitting next to me while the dim sky took its place with the sun covered by the branches. I did not know how my incompressible state of existence would match to her or to the purpose that my station seemed so trivial…I asked her about her occupation.

—I seek who the One tells me to.

I laughed and felt warm through the disbelief. There was only the angels who spoke of Him and the idea to me seemed almost abrupt to a state of urgency…like judgement would would follow…feeling ill that the lava under my skin was part of the might sun, would the One intervene and conjoin servants to a string pulling out the meek into the vast space of the universe. M explained that said universe was only a fraction of what we had setup to accomplish…that the heavens were not just pearls and excess—it was an impossibly profound, she withdrew from inferring more. I could only imagine how foreign and obscure the speck of the creation of creation; being such a distance with little but the most ideal or however pictured in the brain that was so different…or maybe more different. I tried not to develop any antidote or revelation that followed my conscious that sleeps, but I know the soul gets to the clouds and then the sky, edging towards the unknown where the foreign aspects. I could not comprehend the layers and how massive and grand it could be…but the One was coming and M whispered to herself a prayer of cleansing and preparation.

I wondered what Abe had been developing and how M, his sister, was to the allegiance and what they withheld…it was not all minded being the result had been detrimental to the ways of the earth and how my grey in-between portions of the self having been banished to the darkness; an imprisonment though still actively serving and saving, intervening and praying…I loved God, and the spirit showed through the clouds as M had vanished so subtly. I went back to my station and searched whether this was a popular subject for an occurrence such as this…my sister only knew in her heart that one day it would be so…I found Robby in another habitat and he was busy intervening downtown violence but from I could read from his output of stress, flow, eagerness that something was inching its way to this planet.

The spirit excited me and I smiled on the patio not wanting to part from the goodness. I hustled to open the Book and read the trails that possibly led to the end. There were themes of destruction, judgment, redemption, justice, and the impossible, having always been true, submerging into the earth and grabbing, pulling us away from the fiery hell that slowly devoured. Maybe the planet, as we know it, was just merely a version of all of what heaven consist of…I felt overwhelmed regarding normalcy transforming into a different form of life. It could be a subtle stillness of the dark space; sitting there as a speck staring straight forward to be mesmerized by the floating and passing beauty that was magnificent…to be okay and the hope of our being converted to our rest. Still consumed by the possible destiny that I imagined myself into a state of franticness which I could not confine.

Robby stumbled in without minding what he already knew; he was equipped and informed by his own confirmations of the findings that he discovered without a conversing of information. He was so disheveled he did not turn the AM on and proceeded to gasp and fret at his desk…I simply watched him and wondered to myself about his priorities; which were true. It was the looming evil that teased and provoked his being and there was only pressing on through what he kept hidden, not Devin or I aware of his obligations and endeavors.

It was bizarre to imagine him whispering prayers, flying, or joining the choir because of his stern and upright demeanor. There was a slight insight of how in fact he knew the correct appraisal and commitment to G-d and did so with his actions…if he slept soundly after the daily war he was exhausted with and whether he prayed so much to find grace amidst from the violence he witnessed and could not control. I announced my posing of question and he exhaled…what it was, he did not say precisely, but it was apparent it was weighing on his shoulders. He merely turned the AM on and conveyed an obvious, attentional occupation with the truth revealing itself to me as I had only recognized somewhat…it was detailed chaos and the energy of disobedience and indulgence, only sacrifice for life threatening modes of action for simple personal gain that was valueless…the voices talking on the radio were stressed though level, which I could not believe the words; as though it was downright evil to even mutter such profane collisions of destruction…the commercials too were at a deceptive lure though it was presented as a true necessity or a guilty pleasure that individuals could gage their priorities and give in to wastes and gimmicks…supporting indulgence and excess of artificial comfort. There was murder and riots, deceptive thievery and what they saw as a simple payoff was indeed sin without ever there a second thought and it being met with disdain and proposed as uncommon to even think of the word sin…Robby was not dealing just with the humans and their motives, he was wrestling the demons provoking and causing such horrendous panic I could still though hardly imagine what he out ought to think…he was a warrior through and through.

Whether I maneuvered through touch, directing at the digital helm, or that sought to deliver messages in the night, there was always the matter of the barriers climbing…that the demons could find a way to disrupt. It was known to the angels the only victory was through Him and that there was nothing any darkness could do but haunt slightly and show the occurrences of the disturbed. I wanted to meet and cause the departure from the spirits and breath life and love into the dreams of the fearful. When I glanced at the dreams of the people nearby, there was lost love, gliding, monsters, fear or insight…that the unsettling aspects of the subconscious was irksome and bewildering in their wakefulness. A young man across the street was in a spiraling maze, lost and unable to wake from the foggy setting of an infinite dilemma—I wondered if he could fly too?

I could meet them in their dreams, though my tendency to intervene was subliminal and from a distance—in dreams was a great joy, and the atmospheres being so disjointed and wavy there would be hardly any trace from the guidance I was bringing to their self-talk and imagination…that they were dealing with what they only partially aware of. Relating their adventurous detour, I attached with questions how they might choose, though still brushing past the deceptive fright that dreams could often relay, and they traveled from each obscurity to the next…it still fascinated me about all the components that to each were unique and a world of its own. What did he find around each corner? Was it doubtful or had the occurrence settled itself or prompted the desire to seek the resolution during the waking conformity? There was a deal of overcoming that depended on the level of fear that was subdued by their solving aptness, but also there was the mode, maybe a slight rule, for them to find answer for themselves and just merely nudge and pluck at the wonders of their world. What phenomenal potential all people contain that I could replicate if it were not for what is learnable spending time in the imaginations of the world. The fear, love, confusion, potential and desire is vivid and to compress or invoke these realms would directly alter not only their mindset or though of action, but would push to allow significant change in the real world…the dreams were surreal. I praised God when the message was found and I could twirl back to their restful exhales as the sun rose and inspired good into these individuals who would often revisit the place and point of change where I had left gems of light, to further seek to reach the sky with hopes and promises of deliverance from the tall and intimidating stance of fear.

I could not peer into Robby’s equipped advancements partly due to his restless and sporadic functions for the counter mishap he strategized and consulted other guardians for. He was very strong; sturdy and diligent. He had been so actively occupied that he was constantly increasing protection and gathering safety from the heavens for his worthy service. I wanted to hear from, not just any details about the complex conflicts, but his specified reasons of self-talk and prayer that kept his heat still functional.

When I asked, he muttered about some figures being just like the the others…different syllables while he scrolled, not minding much of me or his own control of heart rate and frantic concern. He was a soldier and it seemed what fueled him was the cycle of it all; not resting here ever and finding refuge still in the truth like a disciple who’s all fatigue was being left to part and organize on a trail so intense that his presence, while across the room, was known to be either tragic interference or a victory. Being his close relation to the fallen, his cousin who tempted and lured Robby out and supplied various conflicts incidentally or as a twisted gain. How often his temper and tolerance for the rapid fallings and sinfulness that was given was directed and cornered in his realm of control…his intensity with the consecutive troubles, that was well warranted, was met with frequently with the same spirits—simply the whispers escalated said intensity to embark on a fused rampage of meeting the shadows with battles. Saving the pure chaos, which the fires seemed to mesh when the sky brought the theme of whichever glowing intention was met above or Robby’s teams would lift the danger from the rooftops or field where other wars of their own was all nonstop. I never caught his morning routine and he never spoke of it…but when it was just Devin and I, we would be alerted at the helm and we recognized it. Later he was here, assigned or relations, serving by surviving and implementing functions that held off this haphazardness from slithering into the daylight and sickening more throughout the world.

He tapped his foot and began updating the displays and boards on the desk with an emerald he retrieved from his bag—this was a new additions of energy, untested on whether its potency was pure and blessed to empower and correlate into the systems undetected for the time being due to its rarity; being blessed, almost like a jewel from the heavens’s baths that he brought back from his frequent glance at the gates too. It was serene and I watched it sequence into the system and it filled with static and lush lines outlining an obscure triangle at the center…he pressed his hand there and a radiant mist filled the room. I was in awe of its alien power, and not having expected an update such as this, there was an apparent fixation from us that was so energetic and alluring that he became humming and I turned my palms upward…Devin awoke from the living and stood behind us in awe. Robby stammered and fiddle with the functions, it was magnificent…soaring through the skies, now being able to fly around mountains and nosedive from the sky and find any soul as there vitals and thoughts were tallied to mend and direct them across with a cloudy presence that was apparent like mist. It was like a dawn he had been withholding—the emerald vanished and so did Robby. He cleared his corner and walked out the door—Devin tapped my shoulder and pointed out the window; two rainbows ever present.

My sister and I subtly discussed what possibilities could have presented this emerald that was ether tainted as a blessing or a bewitchment to fool the common folk, and power and ask where did our cousin had gone? Being so rapidly decisive and with only our slight witness to such a splendid and wonderful update in addition…I did not know what he would do with it or if he would circle back. It was nonetheless just the two of us who simply resumed for ourselves and idly pondered what was incomprehensible. Maybe he was now relieved of the sacrificial distance he endured by the devil up until now, in our prayers going back to the heavens and to infuse dreams with the emerald’s mist for those seeking to be revived. Devin sat with her eyes closed and tapped her foot, but there was not an addition to the day while the earth could have bared witness to heaven. It was profound but ever so slightly still a fraction…I thought that such an enhancement as the emerald there would be beings that would have noticed and felt the shift in the spirit’s ways. I prayed in praise though because God was working and He kept his promises…but little did we know of its specific implication on healing or enchantment we were so hesitate about, he times where the fight had just been more constant as the days passed, but for I witnessed today there was just more and more evidence that He is good and powerful…the redeemer who healed the aching that tried to darken us and who showed wonders to even the most informed and noble presences.

Devin had a slight grin and in jest fiddled with our system that almost was destroyed…she brought the viewing to the sky and she let the screen sit still and quiet, that the sky was a spiritual invitation. We prayed for Robby and for the people that was foreseen to spread healing and the glory of the kingdom. There was praise in the other habitat’s, Commanders visiting watchers who introduced themselves for the first time here. At the height of the wonders revealed, no Commander or bishop visited us…the door knocked and there stood Bo, with an opposing crooked grin. I stepped out into the porch in the shade and we gandered at the sky while the heat from hatred that we held was moving the sun and we watched the blue darken while Devin stood by the door, crossing her arms.

—We save in darkness for ourselves?

Bo huffed and walked slightly down the steps, allowing the light to touch his skin. I was furious and I detested the demon.

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Devin led herself again to the sanctuary where she sought guidance in this time of shifting opportunities or a fate transforming healing because she did not want to be alone and she prayed for peace. In her mind she was mindful through the prayers and measures of sound to feel in tune with the sway and regathering that she wanted to formulate a sincere resemblance of humbleness that she surrendered in such a time as the conflict in separation…how we would meet at a point of resolution and if we could confront evil and find a congruence in the realm of a the destiny we knew to be such an exuberant relief—the emerald morphed and whispered tones of eerie hisses and words undecipherable and also conjoined a new wakefulness of curiosity and signal for any approaching mysteries, there were greater and more hidden energies in the clouds and beyond the sky that we were not accustomed to this matter of glory near the totality being of God.

Devin had examined Robby’s focus and was aware that he was in a tangible aptness to discover unheard of luxuries or curses that he had always been secretively correlated with or against—as though it had been seen to all be worth it, still so far from a resounding end…it was merely an unknown addition to the wonder brought to the earth however slight or heavily the implications. As Devin kept in mind the developments and conflict, feeling as though there was a vacancy and the points left her more vulnerable…always when she felt as though she was stranded or felt a push through the independence: she prayed and went to a church and absorbed with her senses what the common folk were not equipped with such alignment…the shadows two corners over that waited to ensue doubt and fear. That falling back into such rhythms, Devin wanted to halt the rest from praise and seek truth by being open to having the light and find solace herself with only Him in control; like all who on earth sing praise in faith.

She listened to the priest speak of the Book and its truthfulness, that the angels could meet the words with honoring the promises and stories that resembled the faith freely sought after. The hoping for rebirth in the sense of new devotion was what each of us could only hope that such nature could develop into completion here, and even if the angels still watched over beyond the sky, it nonetheless was surreal to hear any choir rejoice. It was not celestial here, nor any power other than the spirit which was present, but Devin marveled how a little faith could align with the truth…being in the abiding nature or the conflict, the angels rested only in the resolution. The pews full of cheer and the subtle revivals with the spirits who excelled, the ones who newly aligned were blessed with direction and thoughts of selflessness and forgiveness. She listened to the sermon that emphasized prayer…she spoked to God quietly for healing in this place, much like a hospital that was only with treatment once a week for most. Part of implanting for the echoes of faith and the options received that would convert back to God from Himself. The spirit may invoke the realization of sin and how it could be changed in every way from one incident of guilt—millions of doubts, infinite solutions…As she walked slowly from the church doors, I watched from the side view of a building in the shade of the stairway where I let the light glide subtly on my skin; still careful. Devin greeted and pressed her hands on shoulders with blessings sincere…she looked up and saw me and subtle figure that she recognized so well on the rooftop.

We explained how we collided at the lengths of danger and that the evil had fled in the context of my encounter of late. Robby was still off in the conflict where his cousin went looking, though it was understood only the heavens could reveal Robby’s whereabouts being his advancement, with the most recently equipped, made him a very power being indeed…this was not the goal and that he was only studying the power and hoped to find, maybe it being a key, something that would have the material to reveal the truth of light. M bowed to my sister and they shared a minuscule glow of gratitude that bridged how I was transported, being that I could not fly…I looked down but everything was safe, our gathering unhid the sun from the judgement of the atmosphere’s turmoil that happened to unsettle from the temptation gloom to said light that brought peace at the circumference of our vision.

I recalled that I was led out the porch to a tree nearby and was tempted by a demon and was taunted for my weakness and inability to fly or walk out from the shade into the light. The demon chuckled and said I belonged to the shadows…M had been observing and rescued me and had intentions of demonstrating warfare but I insisted to let him go. Devin was bothered by how close the shadows were getting to the barriers that was separated by light. The ladies had history meeting and working in the church gatherings and providing protections from the initial temptations the believers had.

—Is it not all grace from the sky?

I could could hear them whispering on the edge. How often I wondered what specific occupations Devin attended and who she collided with; I was in gratitude that life brought a variety of the lost, found, guardians, and whoever traded sentimental cheers or concerns.

—A sword…crown…mirror…idol…

Due to the strange shift in our family’s awareness in the powers that were still such a mystery beyond the sky, the slight pressing for an initiative to seek our cousin and reveal his retrieval and disappearance was kept close in our mind that the danger we knew was never more than he could handle.

There was a slight difference in the potency that radiated from the eternity returning from and the placement resumed to guide each other to an understanding that was developing towards a notion of relief in the growing of spirit. I wondered about Devin because a great portion of our conjoining purpose was the learning of what was beyond our station where the following rest from the frantic collisions of light and darkness that was still a matter of rightfully pairing further against the opposing spirits though victory was eternal beyond the earth that was sorted to the core beyond the sky. Even though it was a somewhat daunting that amidst the vast universe which we had a proven faith that we were affiliated with the eternity that we were created from and longed to rejoin though our memory was only from the vast land where our journey began that Devin and I shared. How the development gradually appeared to us that somehow we were being guided through layers of the soul’s journey back to the source…

Devin was gradually opening to the acceptance and the comfortability of her identity which she was at times was subtle and quiet; maybe even lonesome when she was away from the churches. Her blessings and prayer that she laid to the frantic people who felt her light and their own dim hopefulness was found exact to a new feeling that home was beyond the physical but in the atmosphere of the cosmos. M watched her, though not a station but being invisible in her white cloak and adding to the presence of the hearty prayer and worship she glowed to the addition of spirit. When they sang and whispered prayers, Devin knew there was another. They found each other at the corner of the building outside after the greetings and the listening. M said to look around and waited for Devin to fixate on the subject who was indeed enduring hardships with a real brain tumor and a dwindling faith that needed a restoration. The cancer was not healed but the soul had no doubt and was not shaken by the fear of death or spiritual atonement because they were their…God saw them and this was the new rejuvenation for Devin’s act of serving—to ask God for his presence that which M could testify of his power and grace.

When M talked about grace, she herself beamed and relayed that in his presence there is peace and truth that overflowed the imagination that the distance was mended and all perception and senses were extended. They memorized approaching times of bells or youthful shouts; all encouraged with a blessing…Devin could not comprehend M’s accuracy and enunciation…they waited on the roof across the street and looked upon the church and saw the intricate preoccupation and some plans to further commune amongst themselves. Though I was back at the station, I had spent the days they were conjoined scouting the corners and wondered how a shadow would flee if presented…and so there was a cloaked figure that creeped at the corner of an intersection, inviting with seduction or whispering curses…nonetheless frightening the fragile people and weakening any hope. The sky was clouded, and I saw M look left and right, already aware and then comparing volumes of attention to somehow act upon this dark creature approaching souls with poison and lies with its rotten core deceiving with despicable reference to evil acts…M stood at the edge of the building, removed a garment and revealed a golden dagger. She flew a magnificent trajectory and immediately slayed the demon and demolishing his presence altogether and was sent back to the depths of hell while the true light beamed from the sky and settled the area of conflict while the people remained unaware and at peace as the shadow crawled back and the shine was everywhere.

I wondered about there being a time in the future that I would show such bravery and equipped a will of power, by only the strength of higher angels would I stand to confront. Devin asked to see the weapon and marveled at the gleaming engravings and the touch of the edge potent with liquid gold that was detrimental in the spirit realm. M explained that the sword was like a tongue being such lethal potential and that to equip is an honor of diligence, training, and most importantly kind intention throughout the justice comprehension. They discussed the Book and Devin had been familiar with the cries and victories that God so gracefully granted to His people…that the wars were not always settled with violent implementation and that it was common that the angels and shadows would grasp and see through the conflict as it was…that the devil despised prayer and the words that shook the core of the earth and heating his place of suffering. I read the Book, and times wondered where the devil was and wanted to further his plummet, but he only was sparingly depicted…mostly his temptation of the Shepherd who was the symbol of the One that that encompassed man’s flow in responsibility…the safeguarding and technique in this action of the time tending to the flock. It was mentioned several times among the stories gathered over a long peered of the distant past…that along the greenery hills or fish in the sea, there seemed to be a man finding rest under a tree; looking like someone so familiar when it was dusk or in my dreams…he would glance over in my direction and there was comfort.

The wisdom of man was bountiful and relieving at times, and how they have heard serenity and proven worthy for a sustaining a life that was satisfying though with sacrifices that they find themselves grateful and strive to seek more, but not more accumulation…when the mind was on task and the heart softened to lovely grace that was shared with integrity. When I watched the people I felt a contentment that they were conscious and tended to seek the light. If there mind was busy I could read it at the helm or gather intent, faith or doubt read in my senses and their thoughts were detailed and unique, or aimlessly wandering…their schedules and commitments were necessary obstacles that would eventually find rest though if there was rapid addiction or a deranging habits in the mind and body there would be no room to dream and embrace the delight of light. Being not yet a complete spirit directed by the gust, I wondered about the Shepherd and how the miracle of the allegory that I was attending to the reality revealing its wonder was depicted in the Book already so vivid and accurate to my own becoming and realization that I was drawing closer to.

When I saw the man under the tree, how I often rested myself in the light of day, I remembered when Abe had directed my attention to the correlation that was meant for my depiction and marveling. Abe brought me closer, brought insight into the still moments that I tried to question but was met with a smile close and far…if it was a signal to a different mode, maybe of the rest and the completion of the Shepherd’s tasks, I prayed but he was praying too…Abe crossed his arms and watched me gather myself though exploring from the helm or at dusk I longed to fly to meet the distance with respect and curiosity. I began to dream and Abe was there too…I wondered if God had derived a loop to study and bridge what I could only embrace. As I the sky got darker and my thoughts were frightening on the matter of being lost in the night but also to the man…I did not know the direction and I pleaded in my dreams to God that there was enough time and that my weakness was forfeiting the faith because I want to know why. Suddenly, all fractions of light curled inwards in my mind and spirit and I could feel fear in the darkness as the tree caught on fire…my eyes filled with heat and reflected chaos, I trembled in this vision and feel cries and thunder. I turned to my right and saw Abe looking down to me…

—You doubt your creator?!

I was speechless in this realm of power and thunder that I could not recognize Abe because of his glow that was purple and his eyes filled with flames. At my knees I pleaded for forgiveness…I woke up.

Abe explained to me about his past and primary responsibility that was to M, saving her from the depths…and leaving the position because of her assigned addition. It startled me at the recent witness to both the higher angels showed such strength with the execution by what was known to be necessary, though to me seemed almost barbaric and sinister alone…Abe assured me that the Spirit’s fire, that was provided to us and humans alike, was not what fueled the depths of darkness but was how everything arrived to be—in the stillness there was a spark, a drastic insight that changes everything as was not anything to the rebirth…which there was a phoenix life form, this being on the side of the Commanders and the cosmic conflict beyond the sky. Abe mentioned how he had spent eternity up above, keeping the heavens, but intervening at points of retrieving lost spirits and developing them into their true form. This was simply beyond my comprehension and I wondered why M had inserted herself in mine and Devin’s life…not revealing although slightly conveyed about the phoenix and that the fear I had felt at the burning tree was minuscule to the torment and diabolical twist and contortion that was implemented by the demons to destroy everything where G-d permitted them…I chose God because it is the only truth; for humans it a matter of widening the perspective of sustaining the belief in this truth. Abe conveyed that there was wicked, orangish grey being that was part-human but mostly a darkness unmatched although he has always been on earth and before that he betrayed God directly and fled in his cowardice way that he could not escape for eternity…he was a forest fire that trampled over cities and produced toxins for the societies of the world to fall short and die in fear thinking it was their creator.

Glen kept his wrath that was developing from this separate eternity of spiritual placement that was purely unimaginable the flame he would arise from and seek to attack any notion of withdrawal from worrisome, self-deprecation and doubt that earth was a version of heaven…he was frail and barely in human form; young like he was just now tumbling into the destruction he formerly only could inflict on himself…only M knew who he was; maybe a royalty to the demons that the devil kept close. Even if he was such a child with the wrath of the burning sun, how often he approached society with a fixation that was barely learned by any besides M. She watched him toil in the desert and screech in the light of day…the lightning, the howl, violence and hellfire finding places in the dreams of those who give in to a slight taste of mock-excitement that cannot be reversed while the destruction all being his pride of function. Though he was directed by the devil who hid behind the shadows which I had not directly encountered or felt, but M was assigned to keep an eye—like a guardian who suppressed his distance of affect and it was not in the name of conversion or saving, because he had already consumed into the depths and was bound to it.

When M appeared to my sister some time ago, there was intention in the placement which was in fact assigned to her; that however often there was complete insight for me, I could not at the time begin to imagine whether there was a floating significance to these guardians finding space into mine and my families lives. I was not derived from eternity, and I was born into the toxin cravings of the opium; though I was healed and accelerated when Abe appeared and guarded me…his insight and his mere presence was a sign to me that there was more to my destiny than watching at the helm…that there were was a system directing whichever way and at my faults or puzzlement there was a world revealing itself to me. When I had watched M slay the shadow to retake with protection in this war…she could tame, even with Abe’s presence, what power that Glen, a potent and abstract impossibility to roam the earth…the scattering explosion in outer space though implanted on this and would consume it; swallowing it and inflicting a doom of destruction.

Abe ensured to me that there would be a day where the heaven’s would send warriors to earth and equipped with the strength of G-d…I knew not of the extent in beyond the sky and at the core below…what I had been equipped and instructed to do was continuing watching and pray, inserting and intervening: though there were different components that I was in fact grateful for these figures pressing the light further and protecting me at night when I could leave. Abe was there when there was Shepherd or not, that the tree were a prompt to watch the sun fall to walk out from the shaded protection and find myself through the streets. I did not seek to find and confront Glen and but Abe talked to me about the ones he was guarding…hundreds like me who were developing their wings and looking up at the stars and knowing there was fire in the sky that was good. That the glows beyond were lethally powerful and I thought, looking up, that this was a sliver of heaven already. Despite the fear and worry of ettiequte or the countering threats of destruction: I marveled that maybe G-d knew who I was…having chose me at this status and released me to help build throughout the earth and that my home was heaven; so I am here. Every emptiness or misplacement I was found in awe; under the lamps I walked on and on feeling that the darkness would never own me. Even though I had my crutch, that the heat in my body which I was not aware of what would occur if I fully had emerged into the light…if I melted and disintegrated into the earth, would I not just be a speck of hell how it is and where we are headed—being like the sun but destroyed by the sun, my body still felt the dim pull of the wind and Abe had shown me the trees—the Shepherd bringing me back.

I braced to attach every sequence of the deeds to a new boundary of defense against Glen…though as I began to develop some form of action walking home as the light rose for the earth, there was something waiting for me on the porch with it not being labeled or I not knowing how it turned about…it was a small fraction of an emerald that the power were conflicting in spirit, from God or a temptation that was quickly spreading from a fraction of the clouds who knew who was facilitating. The thought of entrusting me with a fine variant of what was wielded and combined with to create weapons, or the melting for healing…it felt cold in my palm and I walked inside and met eyes with Devin who was leaning up to the AM looking a tad exhausted though with a crooked smile…she stated that M had left the gem for us although there was no sign of our cousin—she did not stay to talk but had had a comment for me that she knew I knew of the great beast…my curiosity of what to do about this information and emerald was not to my immediate braveness or function and whether it was the facilitations in the clouds and their schemes of moving power from side to side… I did not know what was expected of me but I knew I was newly responsible and there was an emphasis on being at the point of merely attempting to achieve the minimum of being a simple guardian for the humans, to past the line of commander and guard the earth while leading the angels…I was not sure but I had not slayed any shadows and there was Glen I had been informed.

M was a marvel at sight and her being equipped with such remarkable skillsets—her agile quickness kept poised to the leaps, where the wind tightened against herself with voracious speed and accuracy—her eyes the same green of that in her dagger. When she and my sister had spent the occasional Sunday gathered at a church or in a public yard for speaking, M was indeed resting from her agility training in the sky, and too feeling comfortable to accompany Devin while they spoke of the future of the planet, with only uttering the current stasis was indeed closing in towards a new realm of energy and the shift at the edge of the sky and around…they talked about different training, there being on the clouds the archery and standard combat, or the other prayer manifestation technique and strengthening the mentality to maintain faith and being held past and was the miracle of the guardians and watchers.

Every time before visiting Glen and studying his wrath and the intensity of his reach and destruction; being beyond the sky and imaged as a mass, burning energy in the void with roars and hisses while his figure zoomed up and attempted for destruction while gravity held him away…M waited at a waterfall meditating and praying; the waterfall being dressing area of graduation where humans and angels briefly stayed before being led to the heavens…this being where the ..she had a whisper of temptation on whether she would take these gems to train the darkness and provoke it, knowing well that it was disgrace the hands that wore it as jewels it being from the clouds much like the earth with its lethal toxicity…rested under the water and gleamed, often not even noticed among the decadence and natural glory the rest on the cloud offered. Figures there praised and sang, full of glee and adoration for all of what they could comprehend. Everyone passed through the waterfall checkpoint from earth and was healed completely in the lukewarm water where the golden light beamed and the angels played the harp; a moment, a ceremony. It resembled victory for the heavens, eager to accept one more.

That this was the place, that the angels had confirmed, that the One had passed through s lifetime ago, and this what M needed to press and gather, not to merely reveal for the sake of weak rumoring, but this is where he was…M was at the edge, still beyond the understanding of the earth’s beings, pondering how could this stillness be when she could see the shooting stars or meteorites being traded in space where the most destructive force was seeking to devour everything we have known, still the heavens looking down beyond space or it being space, and that the energy had not in mass informing…it being something like the sun but spiraling up from below with the tragic result of energy colliding at the center part of earth.

M sat peacefully looking down on the symbolic carrier in human form: Glen. He was young and had bizarre tendencies. His energy was wild and he could not contain his cries and what his mind dealt with this said chaos…his parental figures assigned, being mutually spirited and was instructed to keep him among the vast fields in the distance…south near Oklahoma but never in town. There were white birds circling around while Glen strutted through dead trees and walked along the snakes; fascinated with them and had brought several home. M could see is impatience, and with his increasing strength everyday there was more dark magic accumulating that he equipped…breathing out fire, offensive energy, and twisting storms in the sky; having any energy be manipulated, heightened and worsened. She pondered on whether this potential was so God imposed for the final beckoning for this world…without much warning available to the people and if they had any other faith in an alternative way to fall away from this life; even if it was hellfire, basking in the horrific, boiling lake that our biology would ever see a relief…how sad it was to imagine that after death still waiting for our cells to decimate while the bath is forever tortuous.

This was M’s main occupation, humming for the fleeting souls while they glistened to the truth of existence; approaching G-d…but also to look below to the fields and have a sliver of influence that contained Glen within the boundaries. The main weapon that resembled his no passage beyond, was the that did not eat her skin but was willing to sacrifice in secret, to god against God and forge its power to grow the darkest…she was not satisfied being outside the golden gates and grew tired wanting everything conceivable to be at the limit of what was beyond the space that He kept so enclosed…which M had grasped and handled, applying pressure that pierced at his temporary form still from so far up and away. The beings resting in the waterfall dove and sought for the gem then equipping some along their journey and passing over the rest to the angels on the clouds. If it was any such a remedy but was only symbolic for the sake of this earth’s defined beauty that God had intended…the emerald would end up only with the value of defense that would fight of the end of the world. I was holding one this very moment and looking up to the sky and prayed that for whatever was being directed to us was worth protecting and saving the people who were still not devoted to a spiritual destiny…that it would be fire nonetheless.

Devin sat in a pew in a quiet sanctuary and was thinking about the gem and held a fraction in her palm. This was a place to praise God, and so it was also calling on the return and the embodiment of the One…that this gem belonged on a crown. Her timid being and her faithfulness was held up in the full trusting in prayer that everything would shift into place as one. The minuscule ache she taught herself from the thoughts and essence of the humans who were around her in the church—she prayed and hummed a gracious tone and heard another voice out from the window, but it was just the light inviting a kindle…how she felt closer to God and that he would reveal Himself.

M was by the door with a cross necklace in her hand, listening to the acoustics ring angelic tones of golden heart—they both possessed emeralds and the more it fed endorphins and greed as its its ripple of power pulsed against the limbs that were once frail for our savior who’s presence was here…laughter outside the auditorium in the gathering halls resembled only ignorance for what the people would find to be a target in a vulnerable state of collision between light and darkness…right outside the doors there was the shadows with any temptation or confusing, they want you to spend and indulge despite debt, they want you to cheat because its the perfect time and your suitor is ill part home,…the mulling over cashing in or trading for addictions, at times approaching a date marking an infiltration of theft with other’s property…or being the defeated one, hating anything good. It was because they did not raise their hands, that there was no reconciliation between their peer at the alter…from their own doubt they do the work of the devil and if their was a guardian to connect from the watcher’s signal, there would be immediate defeat and I could then walk the subject across the street and remind them with a whisper of affirmation of who was in control and all it was was faith.

They stood on the rooftop looking down on a square where there stance of action was to sit and wait, that they need not any new conflict at this time…

—Is it about Glen?

They both squirmed and slightly shifted at the edge of the high complex. M convoyed some of her overbearing stress to Devin and there were times they both seemed out of reach from their beings of potency and the serene potency so easily combined to impede care and comfort…the this power Devin could only imagine from her hearings of dark chambers restricting a horned offspring of the devil…how its anger and torment seeks only reaching for the earth under its spend to bring it down by the edges and spit out to the sun, and the sun bursting obliterating everything, all progress and of course everything object in pull of gravity nearby…this could be soon, but M had known about her for a hundred years. The angels showed each other new bits of emerald that they had acquired and they marveled at its impossibility that M had known was a deceptive lure to deteriorate the skin and corrupt the good to the evil of her baby that she watched over finding everyday that his destruction that would break through the heaves., a seeming abundance newly spread from the fall of the waterfall…that the cloud beings were sharing any valuable below…M seemed akin to her dagger, like the edge was sharpened each day, She admitted there was an extent of tainted whisper and false self-inference that did not align with the Book or He who directs the commanders…there was a place of gathering through different layers of paradise, earth, cloud, atmosphere, space, and the gates…

At dusk I meet my sister and M, that she was showing us through retracted lightning that showed amounts of the rage this energy of concerned with all demonstration suspended; though she had an electronic screen that she displayed on the side of the church wall. We stood there listening, the volumed almost muted at the howl that would ring throughout the cities, and we watched the deformed body screeching and flinging around in torment…huge waves of lava. Then M switched the viewing and it showed early footage of Glen in the woods. There were snaked behind and beside him while he wandered underneath the frail trees…M shivered when he smirked, that this was the witness of the beginning of this limited end of life on earth. I watched, holding my emerald…

—What are these suppose to me for?

I was confused what the significance was and whether it was a simple deflector but a means to remedy the ache of impurity.

—Its a new implementation of seeing what you do at your stations.

Implying that this gem was chosen and relayed from the heavens that the potency and destination was all around, keeping the angels together by communicating and with the listening or visual look into the shape of shine there was a network of energy developing that the sky would one day rinse down…this was a point of gesture that M would invite us to the discussion and to correctly facilitate a closeness. It tamed and lessened Glen’s triumph of doom that was growing stronger, was fierce on M’s dagger, and my sister and I would hold it to our ears and would hear beautiful singing.

As the earth tremors and storms brood, I cared little for the emerald and saw it to be an idol and quite random…but when I held it, it was something other than a gem…and even though this was the cause of M’s edge and slight shade she brushed past, I knew it had something to do with her and the beast she taming and calming with its piercing edges in shape. The emerald must have been from heaven, but I had imagined foreign material much differently…but of course this was a simple level of heaven, sitting upon a chair gazing below at how it all went round. When the humans heard the storms and that they feel surrounded, that was part of His clouds that the angels had denied a being at the waterfalls and they were being redirected to a farther decline. The emeralds were their and they became static and viciously loud; often destroying the ground…M insisted this was only partially the emerald function. The people feared G-d, avoided the rain that in fact cleansed, and the only energy they hoped for was their television screen.

I walked along the lamps and I twisted the emerald around in my hand which there was a sliver of some glimmering sound. The lamps shimmered a glistening greenish tone and the twitching pulse invoked my mind that I was indeed surrounded by enclosing shadows, and rubbing the gem there were other pulses that had the concrete bedazzled as to follow it carefully and not lose focus…I wanted the lightning, not jewelry higher entities wore and collected for beauty…it indeed though amplified the lamps and my thoughts were clear. That this earthly object of value was the crown jewel that was supplied form the heaven and down the waterfall, and when pulling them up there was different collection passed up, kept to sink, or carefully dosed to the angels like M who could entrusted…for me, I dint no fear the night but there was still no remedy above the sky that would heal my sickness of the lava in body that deteriorated myself…I wanted to explore nature; busy hunting and directed minds in the thick of day, where the quickly paced collisions of good and evil where all the groups of angels flew down into their destinies. I wanted to shield the storms, quiet the quakes but this was all power that only the combinations of the entire sect of angels could attempt…I wonder about the One and if he had grown from the Shepherd centuries ago to an almighty spirit in man form that rode in from the sky and spoke peace with there being peace. His strength spoken of between the watchers were revealed by the guardians as unbearably light and that his simple voice echoing was mighty thunder that all creatures bowed and the shadows disappeared from the true light…he too would detest the sun and that he was there before the star’s contact right in time. The rapture approaching we could all gather, but still in faithful ease that such future of wrath that would take over the planet before it was devoured by the sun…the devil’s saliva of anticipation would too dry and it would crumble on top of his fierce anger and resentment for G-d—with his lack of mercy for the once angel who had fallen had been so far down his path and the damage of his destruction and his thievery of the Lord’s people that could not be forgiven from their plea where he begged to rule the earth….

I was happy to withhold a fine precious stone even if its resemblance was not depicted in the Book, but it was new to me and the significant owed nothing to me besides that when equipped there was no evil…I hoped to carry it along with till my ends day call and at my knees present it to God.

A close eye was taken onto Bo, still in search for our lost cousin, and I wanted to weaken Bo and strengthen my agility to level and diminish this pest that taunted my family and I had expected who imprisoned Robby and was using him to direct lightning and provide his scope of technology to target systems, trees, commanders,…but I was not sure. I walked up the flight of stairs to the main building across from the church that was a prime resting place for observing the elevated souls…a group of dark winged, rotten and bloody teeth, innocent death was in service to the devil that he wanted every spirit in fear and doubt. Satan caressed his dark and atomic pet and trained him against stones of deceiving ritual that he claimed God conjured its beauty to only petrify the darkness with its glow of beauty that all the other shadows fled in agony…

Bo was waiting by the lamppost smoking a cigarette in the middle of the night, watching me approach with my hand in my pocket. As I approached to his side, he winded and hissed insisted that my status had shined different and more blinding.

—Tell me about Glen.

—He is a child who talks with snakes.

—And M?

—Assigned by your infantry….

I rubbed the emerald slightly while Bo itched at his neck.

—Its how you derive your lightning?

—Focusing it—implemented beyond those measures.

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Bo spoke that he did not care for maneuvering through the layers of hell or being here when the reign of fire blasts upwards from volcanoes. I knew for myself that it would be the sun and meteorites from the open space colliding by the held gravity God was at the time of unleashing his beloved creation. M was a harbinger who trade moment occupied by eyeing the chaotic and diabolical but I knew this was permitted and that only by feeding the detrimental…and Bo revealed that he was sent to hold the position of the increasing fear, and having applied mechanism for Glen to strengthen but himself feared what appeared to him as greater rather than the flames of the sun gradually disintegrating into vapor that was what swallowed galaxies whole one a time…he said there was only the one embodiment…Glen, who when Bo pulled out a monitor showed footage to me of Glen in his human habitat with his synthetic family who were full of light and protecting him from the boundaries that shocked back with bolts of emerald that he cried and stood back…though the cry turned to anger and the storm of anger ensued; unable to fly and unaware at this age of other entities good or bad, though when he saw flame in the kitchen, he grinned and felt no harm running his hands through it.

I cared little from the emerald but was hot in a dilemma of exposing this to a bonafide demon…he attested collaborating on the matter, him being shook to the bone in fear that he too would suffer the destruction differing from the enticing royalty that the devil had promised him. Bo spoke as if he had known of the precious object in my pocket, but it was only the popular subject of chatter across light and ark. He questioned me about aliens being an alternative to a God who contained riches of gold, or even that devil desired the toxic energy that pierces, but to destroy it…neither seemed reasonable that it solved nothing but the ground at the floor of the waterfall…a meaningless object that its core was typical and would come to powerless when the waterfall was blocked and the angels had scurried to different views from clouds that kept them tame and to the task.

Bo explained that there was no drip from the south tip of the earth to face Glen at his spiral of destruction in space…and the tad embodiment the angels contained him could sustain up until his fourteenth year. There was no hope for the emerald and that being so that I should stop the hunt and save the lost while I still could. See where are visitors currently, and I would like our chats to be set up accordingly though with new levels of your correlated appliance to this form of mutual beneficial stance…you save the people with their icky endeavors and mindlessness and his ordeal of destroying piece of emerald, that even if he swore was of little important, that he withhold Glen as much as he could without the poison that pestered his course of action.

I knew there was potency in the gem, because as I caressed it in my pocket, he would wince and sweat would break from his forehead. It was not apparent if this was pressure to attack Bo in the scenario, surrounded In darkness and whether the small dose of the only thing beyond rays of light that could weaken and submit the being of wrath to a halt. Suddenly, there were bolts of lightning with loud crackling…

—See our control? How the world we run free in collapsing beneath us too?

He told me the portion of emerald in my pocket was the only reason he had not destroyed the surface beneath me and that his lightning was only spiraling in his hand…what proof was there that we were to combat each other other than to find rebirth for the phoenix…and that phoenix coming from the depth was to fly through earth and exemplify the promise of the returning One…on that, have you seen this eternal one or has Robby not had the time to set the map open and point to where he was and where he will be…another time mate. Just remember, M is a cross reference safeguarding the dragon and nurturing him with church-going revival that calls on the chaos of the ocean waves and the fires from the sky, but no inner turmoil based from the earth or below would carry on as the falling and obliteration…far from, Bo sought to awaken the phoenix and find the conclusion that Glen would conjure the link to the beast and there the hills would topple, the heights of architecture would not stand and the elements of nature would fall at the foots of the fire, leaving no alternative but what the sun would eventually force the embrace.

I handled the emerald and there was a sliver of light at the ceiling of this enclosed realm of confinement that Bo had trapped me in. M said,

—Glen is mine to distinguish…hands off the boy while I call to your cousin.

Robby was still a far distance, pleading to the high courts of the golden decor and battling for hope that his faith was in equality with the hearts of the rulers…G-d sitting across the room

The enclosure was shut, M withheld the emerald which I contained and replaced it with a ring that I then kept on my hand…to press a feel when times were threatening. As for Bo, he was in a confinement of spiritual prison where his fury would accumulate and the wrath of his lightning only gloomed the cave’s glimpse up high…though I wanted to interrogate him and pry for clues on where Robby was, M quieted my spirit and her energy said all would be resolved. Bo had in fact been in contact with Glen, and M had watched from a far as they combated and shifted their rage into the bolts of fierce static energy…Glen could finish in a heartbeat, combining fire or ice with the sting of electricity that Bo had never seen. He was exhilarated but terrified on whether the training aspect was still held respectable and that he would leave the acreage alive…M assured he would. This being M’s mode of secrecy that she was involved in demonic power that would attempt to overpower the reign she knew would decimate the earth altogether…in some ways she was obedient to God being that she would tame Glen but never allow him to the cities or even civilization altogether.

It was a marvel watching Glen sprint like a cheetah or set the dining room with his mind, forecast the weather, or even read the mind of M. Despite the impressive bending of the physics G-d had provided, he did not believe in such things…that he could create his own cosmos; bending spoons and eventually started to avoid the outdoors and find seclusion where he kept notes when the morning glance beamed through, inviting him to conjoin with his natural state of the fierce body of energy that provided light, that from a distance, kept figures like Glen alive…but he only insisted in boiling up his energy; etches architecture he had never been exposed to, different routes from the top level downward. Glen knew all energies and their pull like the guest pointed north somehow in an infinite twirl of mock-direction…Glen wanted to fly but he could only levitate a foot tall. M encouraged him to find footing and display power by extending his arms and deepening his voice…he would do so claiming authoritative power over the tumble weeds and cactuses. He was fatigued and drained; shedding a tear that was hidden but M had felt in her spirit…he demanded no hands be touched on his body otherwise the fire would eat them too.

When Glen went to sleep he whistled soundly, M locked herself in the lavatory and booted up her electronic device which pointed to and displayed the telescope directed toward the true Glen and whether there was any fluctuation or outburst in the fiery story…he was edging closer but it seemed that it would be difficult to predict notions of combustion that the boy may endure, and that the essential programming of from the insertion was at the cusp of catastrophic deviation. Though he way a boy, that his skin and eventual muscles and size of his brain would have no other option to attach himself to a self-made embodiment of God…circling the multiverse and pulling whichever string he would like…this was M duty to not only take note of the frightening possibilities but to not infringe on what was impossibility beautiful to what has been quite proven would be the plummet of G-d and his interplay pairing against fear power and hatred, the destruction and accumulation overbearing past the sky, atmospheres, space, gravity’s pull and the multiverse was a give and take of material resembling a sort of checkers match where the chess would demotion both entities…this was marvelous to mend. God knew immediately of what was forthcoming

…but I had only gathered pieces of the matter at hand from the whispers between M and Devin. My sister so happened to trust me with only glimmers of alarming guidelines to find or her being overwhelmed and with my comfort she would ooze out from restrictions that M only merely blocked at the contents of specified indulgence in the sharing that she immediately regretted. I had never felt such energy from Devin and that she was bursting from fright or excitement, overall overwhelmed and frantic that there was something someone could do…that her guide, her angel guide was two faced with the doom of what we all know to be habitable…though she never blamed M, and I listened to the AM back at the helm there was alerts of war over Europe and bombings that civilians kept to shelter…there was no dictator or leader at blame and no country or continent to arm against…it was merely several points of implosion, such as the island volcanoes erupting at a rapid course.

M was constantly being alerted of the state of our world disrupting and colliding against each other…there was brutality and a scattering of panic and a detrimental for all, rich or poor. Building were tumbling over, water system were filled with dirt, and there was no answer from commandment who was at the position to ease and calm the public, formulations of military and have the top scientist on the move to mend this breaking earth. As the humans prayed for miracles, there were the angels at the fountain gathering emeralds and equipping their slingshots and charming their swords…but God saw this in the vein…that a mere gem could separate them from life and death—a fool’s endeavor that mocked his glory and power and replaced it with jewelry…this was first made known when M dropped by the water, dipping her tones in the freshness, and G-d had called onto her spoke both that any physical matter would be brought along to the golden gates…that the jewels were his to only resemble a slight weapon from the pure fire in spirit…the emerald would be so pure.

Though Glen trained against what M had hold only known was a mentality and behavior that was not meant to rise and perform such egregious turmoil. God melted their equipment filled with this gem and proclaimed it only an accessory that was near the realms before the kingdom of God. M was weaponless, I had nothing other that the sand in my palm that was once a token of the higher realms I felt drawn closer to.

To me, the towns and livelihood was the same…people minding their business and no chaos ensued upon the people…it was were merely in the realms of the all powerful God and the battle underneath the earth where they settled the conflict. The emerald was useless besides in the baths where it was merely a checkpoint to be adorned and dressed to the likeness of the heavenly gathering…disintegrating from the corruption below on earth which was unworthy. This was my memory of Robby crushing the jewel against the tv, destroying it, leaving nothing but new routes to those who acquired and whether he could calm their souls and that they were deceived, not by God but the hidden vessels with darkness in them who purposefully ‘

There were demons waiting at the gates, banished but waiting for their dose of grace that had already worn out and in their desperation, their accumulation of the emeralds was fools gold and their thinking of material prizes that would honor such a God they knew so little of.

Our perimeters and outlook for the lost angels who we needed their presence and guidance were lifted high to the kingdom of heaven. Even though, without a trace. From where we see now, the clarity at the new battle that the cosmos faced, we new for certain that Robby was battling a hailstorm and seeing thru to his responsibility up high and commanding. Leaving M hints about the false venom on venom, and that the emeralds were in fact increasing the endurance of beastly beings that were rightfully detained in the infinite depths of the vast void to exterminate each others and that Bo may well learn and combine with Glen…it was all wrong. It was feeding them, increasing their anger….he could not stress enough to myself and Devin that there need a circumference of the atmosphere and that the waterfalls were blissful yet a temptation not to interfere with the earth’s wielding. It was not magic stones from a fairytale that such minuscule power would heal the vortex of flame gaining closer on the earth as the sun was applying equal pressure…that this closing in wats in fact the end of life as we know it.

Never had we heard so a plead or verbalization from our cousin Robby but his stress and fatigue was not in vain but we see now of his dilemma of the frantic notion of life and death as we know it…total obliteration. The days and nights he disappeared from the helm and hurried out in a puff of frustration he was off crushing emeralds and rebuking the mock-faith believers succumb too, even the priest had emulates signifying the end times and that they were well informed…little had they grasped that they were inviting the devil in with its mask of deception. Despite the victories of the equipment being an addition to the edges of the daggers and the cleanliness of the mind that was merely washed by the enemy who only sought to delve deeper and made it all care free and being at ease to fight of sickness for the sake of some stone…shamefulness.

The demons were mesmerized by their dose of charged spirit and the so called holy ones were charmed with their physical proclamations of beauty and crownings that they had expected in the heavens. As M was flinging emeralds from her cloud, undetected by other spirits who were then unaware that her whole accumulation of healings were indeed weapons for the underworld; she flew beyond the atmosphere and watched Glen huff and spout energies of green that were purely toxic and would deadened life as it was…

Abe appeared under a tree with a man smoking his pipe while they looked out into the distance awaiting the journey that I was taking to meet their beckoned call…he just hovered and remained patience and graceful though with a stern look that he was eager to converse…him witnessing this disarray of mock-loyalty. I walked closer to the tree and the man turned his back and walked down the hill…still Abe looked at my sternly and huffed at my apt to sit with my ears up.

—Isn’t it obvious?

He said as I wondered the specifics of my actions…even though the world was crumbling and the humidity was increasing. Abe walked me through my disobedience and that my lure towards the artifact like everyone else…that he had been a watcher of M and it was true that he permitted for complicated reasons he could not explain. Abe insisted that un counseling with the Lord it was all set to destruction and that the people would decimate in a flash with no pain…the really war He was concerned about was with the angels and the fallen. The waterfall was true in the clouds, but the gem deep below was to build a protection network from cloud to cloud, to rain down and insert the fragments into the human biosphere and they would pass slowly…once it was obtained and that M used it as training exercises. To strengthen Glen through torture gladly worked and the fury was craved…it was only known past the golden gates that Devin rightly heard from the spirit that it belonged to the One’s crown. Abe told me that despite the mishap and imbalance of what have occurred widespread across the network, that my cousin, Robby, was at the high courts fighting against the gem and pleaded that the ones close to him would avoid and be prevented to endure…which is why he destroyed it, that Devin would leave it behind, and that I would not seek it and the greedy would be blinded by its beauty but fall to its earthly power that belonged to the One who only knew how to equip it.

M’s allegiance seemed to the core was to Glen as she watched his progress with mind reading and combat with wooden swords versus the trees…she was like a mother-figure for him and even cooked his meals and slept at days at a time, stating that he would be award with gems like a king someday, that he would rule the world and bring peace, cleansing the vermin that was infested by the humans out beyond the stranded desert, Glen had flames in his eyes and studied the tongues of ancient curses…yet it was Robby hovering the scene, now titled as a bishop from his duties up high with his allegiance to the church and being devoted and sworn to the truth. His phonetic whispers of Hebrew and Greek twisted the mind of Glen which cause him turmoil while M could spot him up in the sky next the day moon.

Robby, at the right time, while Glen was resting, sent a dove with a message that read that the One was coming,,,this shook M and she cut up fragments of the emerald mixing it with rat poison and handling it to Glen at his supper while he walked of his version of fire…asking how quickly the earth would burn; avoiding the sun…confusing his power of the su without aware of the lower catastrophic blaze heading north from the bottom of the hemisphere that was indeed his own destruction that the embodiment growing stronger as the child felt fire in his palms and growing with fury in his mind that he would all soon become. The interfering tongue spoke of the stillness of the kingdom.

What Glen was boiling over in the desert was not whether the sword he equipped that was adorned in emeralds and dragon’s hair that he would not just simply slay the abundance of angels and guardians, but that he would speak his way through the barriers with words of persuasion and once in the opportune to be lone with the One that he would then wield the dagger and face him, then righteously speak to the Lord himself and demand his place at the seat next to him governing the good and the wicked with a forewarning that the earth they look down upon was surrounded by inferno and there was nothing to do about it…the God knowing that Glen’s death would not reach the outer rims of the earth being so foreign and somewhat green that would only release the emeralds poison weakening the fragile to a paralyzed state of invalidity…while the sun shooting meteorites and being the true hell.

After Glen would foresee with his encounter with the One and God that there was only rage and bitterness, that there were many interceptions and that Robby had signaling to M and that Glen was growing to believe that M was a false figure and that her emerald dagger was deteriorating and that she only drew it to show to his future majesty…that her high ranking from which she abandoned was fully devoted to his true power…although everyday weakened her and that the powers she was witnessing must be conveyed past Robby to Abe,

Bo would often soar into the desert and equip Glen with powers through listen of the raging lightning and who to look after those who already were aware of. They discussed the eyes and intersection where subjects were influenced to turn left or right yada yada, implanting and providing escape routes. Bo even nudged Glen and told him to look up near the sun without looking directly at it and pointed out Robby who after a split second disappeared into thin air, leaving any trail of dust or presence vacantly. He said he could trust M but Glen already knew that…that over the years she had slain intruders and taught my tongues and ancient techniques that ensured me an advantage…how to ease through civilization led by the shadows and how to get to Abe; though this was a slight obstacle being that Abe never showed himself only to the worthy…but that I would find a predicament with one of the watchers, putting him in danger and that he would show.

Full of delusions and rage, having snakes soar and wrap around his body filling him with venom…an abomination. He was set on the final dominance while the world burned and that he would be in some dialogue with God; disapproval or not. M warned that the One would appear and block all access to any throne of self righteousness, being that His only occupation was to train for the time being that the great forces of the depth of hell would try at his sanctuary he so divinely maintained and defended…the believers would not be harmed and that angel would release arrows from the sky and beyond. The courage and arrange built up while swindling motion through the air with such indulgence and fire…Glen would go for hours at a time in agility but also hours spent studying the Book. M did not know his rotten heart and why he strived for such brutality and the world’s end…but the fire beneath the earth fueling his spiral of destruction…this was only known by the elite lights of goodness, that he was adjacent to the fierce cosmic signal that directed him even in his unknowingly destiny that would bring him to the point where G-d was waiting…

God looked down and wiped tears from his eyes that at his point of creation was contorted by the cosmos and his own turn to the mock-power that he felt he could challenge and arrive at the gates, where the plummet awaits him…this saddened His spirit because he was built as a warrior that was meant to join his army…but he did not admit he was wrong, there was no reconciliation with only the turmoil of destruction that the angels had brought to my attention. That there were white walls on the outskirts of the gates to settle his rage and become tiresome until the peers of my servants with timid words of encouragement, praying for him…but I do not think that would apply, as the earth was destroyed either vortex of destruction…it was the sun and the victory was false. The end was foresaw by God and beyond the sky there was more that Glen had not the idea that he was so near.

Glen looked through M’s collection of books and stumbled upon the history and testimony for his forthcoming. He read of miracles of the ill returning from the dead, supplies of food for the poor, healing and speaking only the truth…that he attached himself to the older rendition of the Book, inserting himself into the diction of great rabbis and scholars suitable to mention him. Him simply being a shepherd beneath trees and waiting for the flock to come and hear his wisdom. Often there were days where the Shepherd would wonder off into the thick desert in pursuit of cries and pleads to God for guidance and forgiveness of the sins of others and direction to save the lost and lead the way…Glen hissed at the arrogance of such indulgence in the self without word of prophecy of his arriving, though arguably the prophets of the Old foresaw a figure like him…he was unshaken by the fragility and nakedness pleading to God that he was not at one with him.

The healing and the parables were ancient lessons, not merely accounts of a matter of truth, that he himself conjuring galactic forces and filled with such fierce miracles tainted by the devil…the devil was watching him closely while M hid behind the locked doors of the hut in the desert and fidgeted with her dagger with the emerald…there would come day that M would equip this weapon and fend for herself against the dark art…but this arrived too soon and was pressed by Glen on why she would have such a lethal poison in his presence. She explained that it was a gift and touched the tip of the sharpness and revealed blood that it sickened her too…but this was only a facade that the both of them would train through the barriers of this earth’s boundaries that were not accustomed to the fallen such as he. He liked the idea of being a fallen angel, that it seemed that God had not use for him and that the devil would embrace him,

This was also a lie. Satan used him as fuel for the great hurricane of inferno approaching the earth from the bottom…thought that they were banished for eternity to the depths of sun…God’s last hoorah at pairing the meek and innocent from the wretched and forgotten. Little though the devil whispered in the ears of Glen, there was a fair warning that there was a swarm of angel hovering miles out, surrounding and guarding from energy not being able to leave the miles that was thought to ready the earth at its potency of fear…the angels feared not, and M hid herself from both the training but also from the shame her kind identified as betraying…although this being G-d’s plan and that everything was under control. There were passage ways to put an ear to the earth and hears its rumbling cry to be released—to consume when then the angels could not stand against.

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M was in subtle contact with my sister that empowered Glen’s strength that was unimaginable and that the more he grew, the more there was a greater chance breaking through the fields of protection to the noble watchers that were apt to defend and even battle if there was a premature outburst and an emergency that M would be held captive and losing all airway to Devin and the angels around sequencing the divine mechanisms of the communication…though to a loss, holding off for the One which there was no sign of his appearance but the glorious gates of heaven were being propped open for Him to waltz out from for his time of reign and the uptime slaying of any dark energy that plagued God’s creation which he was appointed to as a promise—being picked from his long journey in the desert pleading out to God until he rose him to paradise and walked him through the palace and the libraries where acquired all knowledge and sharing with the upper angels who sought his wisdom. Having hearing subtle stories of the One that his face shined like the sun and that the angels called on him to appear…, being noble and the redeemer of the earth against all forces of evil, I still have faith…

M knew that locked away there was a ring that neither I or Devin had opened, it was from our great grandparents had paid no attention to…also noting that we too had accumulated fragments of the emerald and that they must immediately be brought to a church where the public bringing forward their findings would protect the sanctuary .

A great deal of the pain was inflicted by M and her participation was ensued to comfort and house Glen, and when dining with him, he was preoccupied with maps and chiseling weapons like the maniac he was born to be. Of course there were other points of intervening, even behind the angels surrounding the area being unseen. After Glen fell exhausted in the other room, M had expected once a week to poke at the fire burning in kitchen…it was Abe, his face resembling himself and his hushed voice called out for M. They kept it dim and timid but he spoke that the One was here and that he was descending very soon and even if he had not seen his face, the talks at the golden gates, through the messages of G-d himself were excited but also trembling with fear that the young boy that she had been watching grow might be a threat to M herself.

The fire prickled and there was commotion from the other room…Glen walked in for some water and asked if M was hushing sentences aloud to herself; she assured that she was practicing her speaking part for tomorrow’s lesson on the various tongues of the underworld…he seemed pleased and walked away. When he did, Abe whispered how valuable M was and that he was not sure how long she had and if they would meet or converse again. It saddened him and that he made it known to the angels to keep a keen eye on all of this action and could spare you if there was no cross-reference of a betrayal. He said he knew her heart and that she was courages in her duties…he said goodbye for now and vanished in the burning fire.

I waited till dusk and strolled down the walkway and prayed to God on whether if the time was right and what he called me to do. I prayed for a sign and that my sister and cousin would be safe amidst the chaos that was soon to be endured…Robby became vocal at the helm, speaking over the AM, and he went on and on about the Book of Life and how it was literally to be interpreted and that we were in serious trouble despite being of this stature, that every misstep and thought of harm, or the intervening was not always applicable…he could almost swear that the afterlife was not golden gates about the white clouds, but a sequence spiraling into infinity, getting sick from the force of space displaying catastrophes of collisions and our being being separated by impact.

He had been at the high courts fighting for dear life for the followers and believers, that they would have a resting place. The only solace that was upheld was the presence of Abe…he quieted me and spoke with ease about certain loopholes of the setting of being mere stars witnessing the magnificent cosmos…this was only entertained for the bishops and the priest, promising little to no conflict for those served diligently. Though Abe argued against the blindness and that the angels were withholding the impact of evil and that the Shepherd was pleased……..

With this in mind, I walked to the meadow where the tree took place and there I saw a man in a straw hat smoking out of a tobacco pipe. I gained closer in and he was whistling a beautiful song…he singled his arm and welcomed me to a seat on the ground while we looked out into the vastness of the storm clearing. I had seen the man, and he was friendly—Abe had stood by him and counseled about this and that matters of the fate of humanity and the world. I too was curious…..

—Who are you?

I stammered and felt pressing although he was no stranger when I heard his voice,

—Oh, they call me many different of things.

He let a pleased refrain and offered me the pipe which I declined.

—I have seen you with Abe, sir……..

—You can spot him right? Not just me then……

—Where do you go when the rainfalls, or when the shadows creep in?

—I pray to the Almighty God, he guides me and I find rest.

He puffed away without looking anywhere but over and up, marveling at what he probably saw for decades on end.

—I am sorry, but are you the Shepherd?

A great thunder ensued and as the rain fell that I did not mind, the man fixed his hat and walked deep behind the tree and beyond without a word of goodbye. If he was in fact the shepherd, he was king—undoubtedly king who kept the good around the earth…a simple humble man who which the higher angels and commanders sought his guidance and listened to his wisdom. My moment with him was held to a point of awe, and I knew there was a new placement for me having been in contact with only of what I had ever dreamed of…through the dreams and the sights of the tree on fire or that of Abe speaking softly with the man.

Times were getting serious—Robby was not just full of rage at his desk and hosting meetings about pressing issues regarding the flight path of light and dark…that he was now vocal and battling above the clouds or through the frequency of the AM…he was concerned about the sway of acceptance into heaven and that the angels were meant for the earth and could not die from the burst of the sun or of any natural causes leading to the golden gates where the Lord rested and ruled. Robby wanted out from the torment and busy misery that he endured via the unending stress from being a law withholder but with damning or condemning…this was the One and God himself who read from the Book of Life; forever set in stone…that M would feel the heat and suffering due to her double act with true loyalty to God and the light, but training Glen so that he would fall into his own trap of following through the cracks of the earth he created and to endure the spiral of the broken earth he would lay in misery while the mock-sun would eat the core of the earth while the sun would cleanse; devouring some to excruciating misery but the all natural end before the rapture…we stay till the end and M was a royal martyr who will turn on Glen in a flash and weaken him as she has with her emerald dagger, she slices the food for minuscule poison, cuts him in training so that his wrath becomes dim without recovery…him thinking the more pain felt the more he could inflict upon opposing powers of light—M was light, and this is what Robby fought for.

Abe was at the courts and spoke in a soft, somber voice that the world as we know it should not be won over and defeated by the wrath of the devil…that a rapture was necessary and the believers have suffered through so many misfortunes yet their faith was strong. The court nodded and rubbed their chin…Abe mentioned his run-ins with the Shepherd who the court was not at all aware of his presence still on earth…that he a ghost pattering through the clouds commanding showers or a clearing for the sun to shine though…but no, Abe had felt his touch and that there were many shepherds in Heaven and the one who lived was the wisest of all…he suffered like a human, meditated like a holy being. He had insight of Glen, that he could see his spirals of storm from miles away, that he was just an angry child and when the time comes the angels would defeat him and then the earth would crack as Glen took his wrath with him through the depths of the earth.

That the knowledge of the Shepherd meant lille to the faith of this world. The court inferred there were fiery field surrounding this planet and it was part of the plan—that the One would reappear with his face towards the ones he forsaken in the name of his duty and that the family would understand and embrace him, falling to their knees in awe of who he truly was…they never knew that and it became so engrained into them that they become angels themselves, all the while leaving their mother to the suicide of substance. The court dismissed Robby for a word with Abe it being not suitable exchange that Robby hoped for…still needing to press on matters of the bewitched child and him being the opposing power closing in on earth was not foreseen…

Rest assured when Abe discussed the matters at hand of his presence peering over his recruitments that there was peace in between them but insisted that the sinners still could not deserve the flames of the sun or the mock-sun Glen has manifested,,,the court state that once the boy was stopped his ball of flame would dwindle into a short heatwave that was not completely toxic. However, the sun has always been and will remain the epoch that ends planet earth as we know it…and being above the sky and at the golden gates they had little regard for the obliteration of planets or the minuscule value for the individuals who were merely specimen that slightly resembled the image of God but nonetheless there were other planets similar who did not beg for their savior to rid the cosmic state of natural occurrences…the earth was to be destroyed and Abe bowed in contempt and set out to recruit more guardians and warn them altogether that their missions and duty were soon to not me needed in any sense and there would be a purgatory still to define which angels entered past the golden gates or who would be relocated to a different planet.

God was not entirely pleased to think of parts of his creation, that did not endure the rapture, would burn as the hell that always has been so. The sun that gave light to the earth was closing in and the people could feel it in the seasons…I felt every morning with my tea where the little shine of light burned my fingertips while the warm tea seemed to remedy a balance…why were the burning forces of energy so apt to my daily suffering…who was I, nobody explained.

I placed my emerald in the fire in the the living room and breathed it in. The fountain in the sky was meant for the sky, and there could not be any idol or safe haven of physical value. If I was escalating and growing closer to the kingdom, gradually fading from my position on earth and the stance that needed to maneuver through…I was more than ready to exemplify someone like Abe, though the distance was so great because he had always been at the status and had counsel with the creator himself…that notions of interaction and intervening in the world first came from God and that Abe was graceful enough to nudge the spirits hidden in the earth; much like Devin who integrated herself in the sanctuary, singing beautifully and inserting thoughts to the ones who doubted themselves and even their faith that was weary…despite her timid word choice and her quiet aura of simply being what she was, though her prayers were mighty and sincere…making such a difference that people assumed that it was their own thoughts of relief and satisfaction though it was simply laying a hand on a stranger’s shoulder or question the priest with her mind till he came to a conclusion that altered the rest of his time preaching.

She knew Abe too, but never bothered to share their interactions with me because it was more subtle and she was along well enough to discover for herself what his gentle and wise words truly meant in spirit and in the hearts of the humans. They would sit on top of buildings looking down on the business of society and she would ask about me to him. She wanted to know the core of my illness and why I could not set foot into the glorious days…he sighed and said it would all make sense soon. I know she worried about me, and back at our base, even though she quiet or out and about, Abe knew that it was a heavy weight on her back that she did not have a comrade to attend church or assistance blocking the shadows. I could not help it, it was almost a banishment from a live in the past where I was disobedient or that I was a shadow myself…that could not be because my heart was pure and Abe had shared with me about his satisfaction with my work and that he enjoyed pacing about in the night where our glow was meek. Abe disregarded talk of the emerald but fully understood of it being an idolatry not meant for beings on earth. It was such a beauty, and the illumination when in the palm there was a feeling of a shield and that energy immediately increased…Robby destroyed it and it heightened our operation mechanism but this caused a sporadic mock-errors that I did not have the language or scope of insight like before. Robby had been to the high fountains and at the golden gates and had brought the gem back as a token of all things possible…it being a bleak curse of sorts, it was weakening the shadows as M exercised with Glen, wearing the bolt of fire beneath the earth—though M was also of the stature of being high behind the clouds…it was a disobedience to withhold powers that signaled and gave away position and the realm of functionality given its power…it was too powerful and the watcher needed to be discreet.

With Abe at her side, she dropped the emeralds off from the ledge and turned to him and asked about the man under the tree that I always kept rambling about and feel glee and satisfaction gazing towards him…thought, again, Abe could not reveal what must be discovered. He let out a slight chuckle seeing Kevin’s disappointment and unsatisfactory of her being excluded. He said that me, her brother, was so special that there was no difference but only in time there would be clarity so far outside of this world that all would be clear…pearly or vacant darkness; there would be satisfaction.

This puzzled Devin because she knew so well of where the angels went and how they descended glowing and pure…vast darkness? She imagined the still isolation that terrified to an uncomfortable infinity of being still with out action or emotion…then coming around to it figuring the peace and introspection alone with her thoughts in the vast space outside of this world…but she loved the world in a way of glorying the heavens she thought it was so…a new heaven, a new earth. She hated to ponder it but it sounded like a karma scheme that the reincarnation would have you a tiny bug, a tiger, a bird, a star in the sky, in tortuous reality easy to be trampled and killed…but she was an angel already…what a blessing that was, her almost doubting the significance of this world role and if she would ever see the face of G-d.

Devin needed to me and was desperate to discuss the insights she had that were based off what Abe had inferred. I was at the helm delegating cause and affect, the conflict and the intervening while she rushed through the door,

—Is it true? Is ut so uncertain?

She had a horrified look on her face and was desperate for some sort of comfort and confirmation.

I was puzzled but after she explained her encounter with Abe, I gathered that this was a crisis of the occurring notion of doom that would persist when evil takes its reign and consumes all of earth with fire. I told her about the rapture, which she understood…the angel and saints of the world would be removed before the baffling wrath skewed into view…though I mentioned to her that there was external forces that this planet would not survive…wielding the emeralds provided doubt and was forbidden to cross the barriers from the baths, which were hidden deep underwater, and that to see into the future so crucially had only be done by M. That there were rumors that she was fostering the spawn of the devil, satan’s child and that he was growing and inflicting the atmosphere with hail and thunder everywhere across the earth…that his combat and intelligence would develop to utter destruction. So powerful, that since his birth that satan had began, was a massive fiery ball of fire approaching the bottom of the earth, while the sun was approaching also…all this being conveyed by the harbinger Abe with his wisdom and foretelling as warnings to rescue and save, shout and interact…Devin trembled at the thought of the devil but wondered how it could be possible to destroy Glen before it was too late—M had wave fields and hovering shields that protect the region they were isolated in…Devin started to cry when she thought of her friend and companion that she trust for many years would forsake God and shelter some vengeful beast…I did not tell her that she was assigned to look after him and control him, hardly providing structure or motivation. M was complicated from her early encounters with witch craft from her parents to becoming saved and ordained with a new brightness in her heart. She kept the emerald to fuel but intended on ridding of it or plunging it into Glen to end it all…but it was not time and it was thought by Abe that she was slightly taking a liking to the boy and enjoyed watching him train…though the chants and nightmares overtook her wellbeing.

—And what do you think of the One?

—Who is to say?

There was sporadic light movement in the room and little particles of golden dust swayed around their bodies…it was coming from me and Devin froze still in awe of the serene occurrence that was a miracle sign…

It was 5 in the morning and I walked outside feeling a tingling feeling in my body. Making my way around the corners, praying for help from God and the guidance he spoke to me as a true right to all. If the world was over, I did not know if my condition was of the sun, or even a companion to the dark forces of Glen. What I knew is that my faith in Him.

Seeing far out into the field, I saw two figures under a tree…the temperature warming and my body started to ache. At first I recognized the Shepherd and he saw me from afar too. I approached him greeting each other with a smile…the other body stood away from the tree and smirked a nasty grin—Glen was here and the rage that filled my bloodstream made me want to tackle him and end this corruption once and for all. Though, he bowed and the Shepherd us…

—Glen, your necessary evil meets my shining armor…my son.

Son? But the only recollection I had was the image of my father walking away from our family into the sunlight, only saying his back side and feeling sad and depressed. I could not believe it. He patted my back and asked if I was ready. There was a strange resemblance that I could not shake, looking uncanny to my sister but with my nose and eyes…I wanted to cry…so much to ask on where he has been—but of course he has been under the tree praying and seeking the truth. My attention then turned to Glen, all dressed in black and kicking dirt around with his eyes to the floor.

—Son, all the answer will make sense in time.

—But your the One and people have been desperately searching for you.

—But you found me son, let us fade away.

He knew his place at the right hand of God and that Glen was to relish and squeal in the heat that he could handle but my skin could not.

—Grab each other’s hands…

I did so and my skin burned me to death and we parted ways…I woke up and I was an emerald star in the cosmos…watching meteorites and nebulas, different space features mesmerized my stillness…I did not miss home but found peace—there was a flying angel hovering over us…it was Abe and he was proud.

The earth blew into pieces and I could see the sun from a distance and Glen’s fury all together creating the most beautiful blue mist seeping between the fiery orange and all the emeralds around me sung in harmony…my body was cool and I praised God for the peace.

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