Good witches work with and through the synchronisations of the positive universe, we are agents for the divine power, for the will of a loving and healing God, as natural as any other part of creation. We simply let good magic flow through as as a copper wire lets electrons flow. Without that divine energy we are as that metal, so ask yourselves, if you fight the good witch, are you not fighting God's energy? Cannot a good witch be seen as an angel? Did you ever wonder where the angels of Earth went or who slew them? The witch hunts you see, could not tell the difference between angels and those who channelled evil.
Every angel is fully capable of being a demon. Every last one of them. Unless you can feel the dark at it's fullest and reject it, you don't deserve the light at its strongest and most healing. Open is open. Open to light is open to dark. You cannot take one without the other. The angel has chosen the light regardless of personal cost, the demons choose the darkness in vain hope of comfort and ease. So expect angels to have a toughness to them, to have wings of fire and breath of flame. For they have opened their child soul to the fires if hell and survived. That's strong. That's angelic.
Let's get this straight, okay? An angel is one who loves, who does their best to help others, who goes the extra mile to do what's right when there's nothing in it for themselves at all. But angels still look after themselves, they can feel such exquisite emotional pain and loneliness is a torture to them. They can still love in any way they wish or need, we all have those rights, right? So take away the pedestal and your preconceived notions, I tear up your stupid rules because they are so very stupid. If you learn what love is, you will see what the light is trying to show you, what you already carry an instinct for.
Gyan hung his head and let the tears flow. He would never be as strong or as clever as his older brother. It was time to quit school and earn money for the family. From deep within his sobs pulle at his rib cage and his heart felt like it had been bound in steel wire.
“I am a messenger angel. You must continue,” came a voice more soothing than a thousand kisses. “You are destined for God's work, you will report the truth and in doing so His work will be done.”
Gyan raised his head, through blurred vision he could see only a man, a man with a glowing face and eyes of orange flame. He nodded. He would continue, he would report the truth. His eyes dried. A dangerous path no doubt, but in his heart he had only ever wanted to serve, to do good.
Damian sat on the grass, a chemistry text open on his knees. Anymore all night study sessions and he felt like his brain would mutiny. The words were shifting right and left, the symbols dancing over the page. He rested his eyes a while. On opening them he startled, sitting next to him was a handsome man. Now he knew he'd been pushing himself too hard. His dream date wasn't ever going to show up like this. When he turned to speak his voice rolled out more perfect than any opera singer. “Damian, I am an angel of God. I bring you good news.” Damian was scared, he could see his life stretching before him on some locked psychiatric ward like his aunt. “You will not develop chemical weapons, but will discover critical solutions to the problems of all people. You will spend your life doing His work.” Damian nodded. Then blurted out:
“But I'm a gay atheist.”
“You belong to Him, He loves you.”
Aminah awoke to a glow in her bedroom that was too white to be daylight. “The night light,” she thought, “I've left the night light on.” Bringing herself up to her elbows she saw a young man with gold skin sitting opposite. The light, it seemed, was coming from him. He couldn't be human, though he was quite perfect. When he spoke his voice was the most beautiful song, more beautiful than she could ever have imagined, or later could describe.
“Do not be afraid, I am an angel of God.” Aminah said nothing. This was a dream. “Study, Aminah. Study and become an advocate God's women and girls. They are equal to men, not cattle to be controlled and owned.” Aminah nodded mutely. Without another word he left, gone in three swift strides. Her room became dark again. Suddenly her mind was filled with questions, she threw back the covers and chased down the stairs. The house was black and still. He was gone.
From the gloom of the cave came a white glow. David drew his gun. It was his job to flush out these systems no matter who was inside. On an internal count of three he moved from the dapples light of the forest into the cave-mouth. A chill breeze pushed back his blonde hair and blew some dust into his eyes. He blinked furiously then put down his goggles. His device was showing multiple heat sources within of various sizes- insurgents. With safety off he prepared to spray bullets into the soft light, but instead a glowing form stepped into his line of sight. It was a tall man of sorts, not carrying a flashlight but glowing like sunlight was trapped within him and seeping through his pores. “Do not fear, David. I am an angel of God. You will leave this place and these people.” David lowered his weapon.
“Yes,” he said, “yes, of course.”
“Tell your masters that the slaughter of His people must end. You are all His people and the caretakers of His earth.”
Through the gathering mist came the form of a man, young and strong. He moved over the snow in great strides. From a distance he looked like a cut-out of a man, for where he was there was more light instead of less. With the sunrays shrouded by cloud he was the brightest light in view. Gabby stopped what she was doing and just froze. As he came closer she could see that he was not equipped for the mountain conditions, yet he wasn't showing signs of coldness at all. All he wore was a robe so white it made the new snow look dirty. He gazed at her with eyes that reminded her of red-hot coals. Perhaps she wondered, this is an alien. “Do not be afraid.” The voice did not enter through her ears but arrived directly in her head. Gabby swallowed, perhaps this was a hallucination. The form continued, “I am an angel of the Lord.”
“But I'm a Hindu, you've got the wrong person.”
“God does not distinguish between the human factions, he only considers the love in their hearts and minds.
God's messenger was called on the explain disease and viruses, if God is real why do we have such things? The messenger looked back, her expression grim. "I've read before statements such as 'If God is omnipotent He is malevolent and if He is not, then He is not God.' Well, here's the thing, God is not omnipotent, you've all been asking for (been lead to expect) too much for a very long time. I read that statement as akin to saying 'If my Dad isn't the strongest man in the universe, he isn't my Dad!' Grow up."
"God does His best every second of every day to bring about peace, love, heaven on earth, but He's stretched to the limit trying to care for billions of people and the rest of the planet. He isn't limitless, but He is God and He loves every single one of you unconditionally. He is beauty beyond measure, He is pure love, He is amazing and I love Him. He is the One True God, but that doesn't mean He is the only player in town. He will love you no matter what, but He's asking for your help. Without you choosing the side that is Love - not fear, hate, vanity, greed, sloth, envy - the world will become more hellish. He won't ever go, but He'll be stretched so thin that eventually He won't be able to reach you anymore. He has faith in humanity, every single one of us, as individuals, He seeks a personal bond with you that is Love. So with no threat of hell, with no promise of everlasting life, will you be His hands and feet? Will you work for Love? Because He needs you to choose to be kind and loving. He needs you to help Him save His Earth and humanity."
"...Take just a minute
Come and rest you by my side
Let me tell you your own story
Let me walk you through your lives
Only a second
That's all it takes to realize
There's a hundred thousand angels
By your side..."
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