tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59128013463017899982024-03-05T19:24:29.732-08:00Companioning with Holy SpiritCompanioning with Holy Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657130529026842768noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912801346301789998.post-85932915267026089132016-08-08T12:37:00.002-07:002016-08-08T12:57:56.233-07:00Chapter 5-7<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Charis followed her feet,
one after another, through the icy tunnel. Dazed and a little numb,
her mind and heart racing with thoughts and emotions. The team
playfully bouncing around her on all sides. Each one spouting off
their own ideas and plans all at the same time. Mishal was clamoring
about how she was going to learn all she could about humans and put
all that information into a genius compilation. “ A field guide to
humanity I'll call it.” “It will be so informative they will
have no choice but to induct it into the Enochian Library!” She
always had impressive imaginings! “Boom! Boom!” shouted Puwt to
Ruwb. Charis had no idea what they were talking about, nor at the
moment did she need to know. Their loud and excited voices dulled to
faint background noise. Earth, they'd accepted a mission to Earth!
The big, beautiful, exciting Earth! The large, blue and green Earth!
The unknown, foreign and strange Earth! The loud, scary, battle
zone, Earth! Oh No! What if she had just signed on for more than
she could handle? What if she fails, fails God, fails her team,
fails the violet light? What did she know about Earth? Nothing, she
knew nothing, she had never been there! </span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Until now, she had only
defended the 3<sup>rd</sup> heaven from infiltrators! The fallen
were always after one of two possible things. The first is the
mysteries of God. The most precious of the knowledge and wisdom of
the Creator. The dark forces seek to know anything they can about
God's hidden plans and secrets, so they might unravel them. It's
said that the dark prince has become obsessed with being wiser than
the Father and thus offers a handsome reward to anyone that retrieves
information for him. These incentives extend not only to the fallen
but the righteous angels as well. Whether its a book , a scrap of
scroll or even a single word from the Enochian library, he made
impressive reward offers, which no one ever knew if they were true,
since his strategies always failed. That is why the library is
heavily guarded at all times. That is also why carrying a single
message through the 2<sup>nd</sup> heaven is so perilous. The enemy
will try to slow down progress or even detain you if they can. Even
a single word from God carries with it powers that could change the
course of the universe.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> The second agenda of the
enemy is more sinister than the first and rose a righteous
indignation in Charis, just at the thought. The second strategy of
the rebel was to gain recruits. Yes, they targeted talented, yet
meek angels trying to contrive a way to manipulate them into changing
sides. However, it had been a very long time since that had
happened, as far as Charis knew because the enemy had taken the
battle front to the Earth, targeting humans instead. A cold chill
crept up Charis' spine..</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> … Then a warm
sensation, starting in her hand, seeped up her arm. She looked down
to see Laben's hand firmly gripping her's. When had this happened?
She'd been so lost in her own thoughts she hadn't noticed. Her eyes
rose to lock on his. “You were dimming out a little bit there”.
He smiled deeply and was intently peering back at her. “You know
you got this; right? The Lord couldn't have chosen anyone better for
the task”. Charis quickly glanced down, a little embarrassed.
“Yeah I just want to do a good work”. “And I know you will!
We are all behind you”, came Laben's quick response. Hearing that
from Laben really meant a lot to Charis, because unlike the rest of
the team, Laben had been to Earth before. He rarely spoke of it and
all that Charis knew of it, she had gathered from a conversation
between some of the Prince Angels. She knew that Laben had been sent
to the human named Daniel, whom the Lord was quite fond of, to
answer his prayer for his nation. In route, he had been detained for
days in the 2<sup>nd</sup> heaven and eventually, Micheal, himself,
went to assist him. After that, Laben had requested he be put on a
team and that's how he ended up in their motley crew. Interrupting
this memory, Laben playfully yelled out, “What we need now is... a
little music!” </span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Laben jerked Charis by
the hand out into the wide cavern and started doing, what he called
his groove thing. Instantly Charis felt the weight of all her
worries roll off her shoulders. He's right; the Lord has confidence
in her team, so should she! Just takes a little faith she thought,
brushing her long hair back over her shoulder, with an air of
confidence.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> The team laughed and sang
and danced and played their instruments late into the night!
Exhausted from so much fun, they all huddled around the campfire.
Charis felt it was the perfect time to make her speech. Rising to
her feet, clearing her throat, and ruffling her feathers to get
everyone's attention, she expressed her heart felt feelings for
everyone! “I love each and everyone of you so much and I believe
us to be the best team ever! Now let's go take care of this violet
light with all the passion we can stir up between us!” Everyone
started cheering, then hugged and headed off to bed for a good night
of rest and sweet dreams.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Charis landed gently just
inside the skyport of Chayah's upstairs bedroom. The plushy purple
carpet muting her landing. Snuggled in bed in a sea of animals
Chayah was sleeping soundly. Charis appraised her sister as one of
the most loving angels she had ever met.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Charis fluttered to the
top of the stairs then took the banister on all fours, leaping into
her bed from the landing. “Charis you here?” floated down the
stairs in sleepy tones from Chayah. “Yeah, Chayah I'm up, Come on
down here”. As soon as she pronounced the last syllable Chayah was
instantly teleported to her bedside. It was a darling sight, there
stood Chayah covered horn to toe in a white and purple unicorn themed
onesie, unicorn slippers, shrouded in a unicorn blanket, and firmly
grasping a unicorn stuffed animal by the leg. With one wing Charis
lifted up the covers, “Climb on in, just watch the horn”, Chayah
let out a squeal of joy as she bounded in, gave a little knee buck,
settling into a ball with her face pressed into Charis' chest.
Charis tucked the covers and her wing around the little philly as she
asked “ I expected you to come by the cave. Can you believe the
team is headed to Earth?” “I know, I always knew you were going
to do great things, Charis! I'm really not too surprised.” Chayah
responded looking up smiling. “Yeah , that's what I keep hearing”
Charis thought about how Chayah always seemed so sure that everything
that happened was always meant to be. Charis admired her trust and
peace in the will of the Father. “So where were you, though? I
tried you on the Halo a million times?”, “Oh yeah, well I was, I
was with Uriel. He needed help with something... it took longer than
I thought. But I'll be there in the morning when the team receives
their message, to wish you all a blessed journey. I had to turn my
Halo off to pay attention to Uriel.” “Haha, yeah your probably
right about that!” “Goodnight Charis” “Goodnight Chayah, I'm
gonna miss you while I'm gone.” “ Aww, I'll be seeing you soon.”
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Charis chuckled thinking
of Uriel. He was quite possibly the hardest of the Prince angels to
follow in conversation. His manner of speaking was always in
riddles, mysteries, and half-thoughts at best, or so it seemed to
Charis. She thought of the last conversation they'd had on the day
of Chayah's orientation at the Unicorn encampment..</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">“<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Why hello Charis and
Chayah! You two are here, very special, very special indeed. Always a
pleasure, at least up until now, mostly always I hope.”</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">To himself, “Not hope,
I know”</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">“<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Yes, Hello Uriel”
Chayah cheerfully responded. Charis just nodded.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">“<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I see many things in
the souls of you pair. Many things.....” Then he just stared for
what felt like eternity. </span></span></span></span></span></span>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Charis grew impatient
while Chayah simply returned the intent look.</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">“<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Yeah, well, we better
continue looking around the place...” Charis tried to move on.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">“<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Just one moment..”
To himself, “or should I say?...hmm... yes I see....” Back to
the girls, “Yes, I feel I should tell you, a three strand cord,
love rules, just let go .” </span></span></span></span></span></span>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">They paused wondering if
there was more, there wasn't. “Wow, good advise, good talk”
Charis now with her hands on Chayah's shoulders trying to turn her to
move forward Chayah still intently staring into Uriel's eyes.</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">“<span style="font-size: xx-small;">When the time comes
Chayah you will know what you must do” To himself, “She will
know, they both will know. Won't they? Of course they will” </span></span><span style="font-size: xx-small;">
</span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">“<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Yep, we will” Charis
piped in quickly. “Good bye Uriel” Chayah finally spoke.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">“<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Goodbye, I look forward
to our next talk Charis.” Uriel commented, finally breaking his
trance-like stare.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">“<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Yes, me too.” Charis
turned and the girls headed off. </span></span></span></span></span></span>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">“<span style="font-size: xx-small;">I'll remember you said
so. Or will I ? Yes I will.” Uriel's voice fading from behind her.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div>
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mused in her bed that night exactly what Uriel's words had meant and
when they would speak again, as of yet they hadn't. Deep and
peaceful breathing rose from under the covers, Chayah was already
deeply dreaming. <i>Love ya Sis and thank you Father for everyone in
my life</i> , were Charis' final thoughts that evening.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> The sun has past through
the 3rd portal some time ago. Surely its late enough now. She'd been
waiting for what felt like eternity. The plan will work, it's got
too. She'd been over it in her mind a thousand times. Guard change,
around the back, through the side entrance, down the hall, up the
stairs, open the drawer, get the key, unlock the gate, the last case,
the last shelf, the last book, then straight out the way you came.
<i>Whew , you can do this</i> she thought,<i>you've got to</i>. In
and out, quick and easy. The back, the hall , the stairs, the drawer,
the key, the book, the back, the hall , the stairs, the drawer, the
key, the book... it had became a mantra to pass the uncomfortable
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <i>Its time</i>, slipping
on the black backpack she straightened her hooded sweater and slid
out into the cloak of night. Only the sound of her padded feet in the
crisp air. Scurrying up to the back entrance , the knob was hard to
turn, sticky, then 'Pop!', finally the latch gave way and a loud
screech proceeded from the heavy iron hinges. <i>Oil anyone, </i><span style="font-style: normal;">the
sarcastic thought flashed through her head, she paused straining to
hear even the slightest sound of detection of her presence. Sure that
it was safe to proceed she pushed a rock into the jamb of door and
slipped inside, </span><i>coming out would be easier then getting in.
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Quickly
she skip stepped down the hall to the stairs. She couldn't help but
stare up at the ceiling which glowed majestically in the light of
night , a thousand twinkling lights , a myriad of stars blanketed the
roof. The entire story of all time, of every life, is said to be
encoded into those patterns. <i>Beautiful!</i> No, she must keep
going! She set to take the steps however with every step up it seemed
her foot slipped off one and back to the step below, <i>Geez, did
they ever get tired of waxing these steps, someone could really get
hurt on this slippery obstacle course! Finally! The top... </i>Pressed
against the wall she circumvented the room to until she was behind
the desk. The desk drawer flew open with surprising ease and banged
loudly against its built-in stoppers, the entire contents tangled
into a mess of items at the front of the drawer. <i>Argh</i>, she
scuffled through the contents recklessly once, then twice; papers,
ink, quills, stamps, no key! <i>No key! It's not here , </i>shocked
and confused she just stood there a moment, fighting the impulse to
just flee she tried to think. At a loss she resigned to just give up
, turning to bolt back down the stairs one step into her flight , a
glint! The light reflected directly into her eye, the key! Hanging on
a hook a single beam of moonlight illuminating the object she so
desired! <i>Yes! </i></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i> </i>Two
steps and she was there, an elegant pirouette and she was attempting
to slide the key into the cast iron gate. After several shaky trial
runs the key finally aligned to the lock and slid in. The gate
scissored open in a loud crash, no matter she would simply leave it
as it was , key and all , no need to cover her tracks she would be
gone before anyone would be around to discover it. <i>Last case, last
shelf, last book … </i>She squatted at the last case and slid her
fingers frantically over every binding on the last shelf until they
rested on the final book. She tugged with her fingers then hardly
with both hands , <i>What! What is keeping this book in here!?! </i>The
shelf was packed tight, at last, the book sprung free with the
pressure of the other books propelling it into her chest knocking her
onto her bottom under a cascade of books with the book falling open
into her lap, the large handwritten letters beaming up at her. <i>This
is it!! </i>An alarming feeling of how sacred the writing was struck
her senses for moment she quickly gathered herself and the book.
Shoving the book into her backpack she focused on making an extremely
swift exit! </span>
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a full run she escaped the private room , the office and was rounding
the corner down the stairs, <i>whoops! </i>A misstep and she was on
her back, the book in her backpack acting like a sled she flurried
down the entire flight of stairs, commencing the unplanned maneuver
at the bottom of the stairs, <i>Well that was certainly fast! </i>She
took the hall in fewer steps than she thought possible and burst out
the back door, the hinges letting out a sound similar to a crying cat
and swinging back so forcefully the door shot the rock out of the
jamb and pinged loudly off the window in the next door building which
instantaneously shattered. <i>Not good! </i>She grimaced at the
latest turn of events, “Hey You! Hey Stop!” the guards full voice
rang through the air as he surged toward her, She burst forward away
from him with a speed that surprised even herself , with the sound of
her own feet pounding in her head she glanced behind to see the
guard had stopped, no time to wonder why as she disappeared into the
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Beep! Beep! Beep! Violet
Vanderbilt's alarm sounded at precisely 6 o'clock am, like it did
every morning. One arm shot out from the covers and gently pressed
the alarm button to off. Violet awoke with an alarming thought on
her mind as well as the alarming sound in her ear ... another dream!
Soaked in sweat, she sat up and swung her legs off the side of the
bed. Her toes felt good pressed against the cold floor. The dream
now just a fleeting jumble of places, faces, feathers and fright that
could not, would not, align itself with logical reasoning,
sporadically, dancing through her mind's eye. Violet's mom, Carrie,
was one of those faces. She had just simply vanished about two years
earlier. The local consensus was she had left Violet and her dad,
that the cheese had slid off her cracker; her train had jumped the
tracks. Violet's mom had become known as 'Crazy Carrie' who often
spouted off rants about other realms and mysterious beings. The
locals seemed relieved not be subject to her wild imaginings,
anymore. However, Violet missed her mom more than she ever let on to
anyone. The last thing Violet could remember her mom saying to her
was that she was loved and that she was never alone and that <i>they</i>
were always watching over them. Running her fingers through her
hair, Violet held one image from the dream in her thoughts, a golden
piece of paper, parchment maybe, writing, words? … who knows ...the
importance of it seemed to fade as her conscious mind became more
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Violet dressed in her
jogging suit, a pair of worn out sweats and turtleneck, with a vest
over top; laced up her running shoes as was her usual routine. Being
as quiet as possible, she tip-toed down stairs and into the kitchen.
The early morning sun was still warming up the place and was casting
enough light to reveal the kitchen was in a total state of chaos.
Dad must have been working late last night, Violet thought. Ever
since Violet's mom disappeared, her father had thrown himself into
his work. She reached out to grab the coffee pot. Startled by her
dad's voice, “No! Do not drink that! It's not coffee!”
Suddenly Violet's dad, the once illustrious physicist, Dr. Perry
Vanderbilt, clumsily clanged through the basement door next to the
flight of stairs going up to the second level. Violet thought to
herself, well his mind may be slipping but he has the ears of a bat
to hear the coffee pot from down there. “Vi , I may have unraveled
a mystery of the universe! The secret to life itself !” the wild
eyed Dr. Perry announced. “And its in our coffee pot?” Violet
quipped as she peered in at the blackish goo that surely was going to
be impossible to remove from the pot. “Well, yes , yes it is, it is
in our pot that is for brewing the substance coffee. This could very
well be the elixir of life, the key to immortality!” A single
bubble managed to force its way out of the black tar and putter out
into the atmosphere thankful to have found it's freedom. “I see”
Violet muttered leaning her head away from the pot wondering if she
should be holding her breath. “I'm sorry about the pot. My Bunsen
burner decided it did not want to go on this world changing
expedition and gave up on me last night. I will retrieve a new one
today”. “Better grab a coffee pot as well” Violet added as
she turned the pot over and marveled at how the substance seemed
completely unaffected by gravity. “Careful! I must run some tests
on this immediately Vi”. Dr. Perry grabbed the pot and headed back
down the stairs. “Have a great run”, he hollered up from his
murky, odd smelling, make-shift basement lab. “Will do Dad, love
ya”. Amused at her father, Violet gently shook her head. <i>Oh
wait!</i> Her mp3 player, <i>Whew</i>, disaster averted. That could
have seriously thrown off the rhythm of her day! </span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> After retrieving her
music player, she slipped out the door from the kitchen into the
backyard. Oh how she loved the early morning. A light fog covered
the ground, the grass and the leaves with droplets of dew. In the
far corner there was a small break in the bushes that perimetered the
yard and let way to the trail through the forest behind the houses of
her neighborhood. Violet had been running the trail for years now.
It started the morning of her mother's disappearance. Vi had been
sure her mom had just gotten turned around out in the forest and that
she'd see her standing just around the next turn. Although that was
never the case, it seemed Violet could still feel her out here, some
times, and it comforted her. The forest was her and her mom's place.
They would walk and talk as they explored every plant and animal
that crossed their path. Violet's mom would explain to her how God
had created every living thing so perfectly and that was the proof,
for her, He was real. Nothing so perfect could happen by accident.
The Vanderbilt's never talked of God anymore. Once when Violet
brought up the subject, her father exclaimed that God did not exist,
that science could explain everything, that God confused her mom and
ruined her life and sanity. Violet never brought up the subject
again. </span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Violet cranked up her MP3
player and let the music drown out her heavy thoughts this morning.
Music felt like her life line, a way to sort through feelings that
didn't have names to them. Kind of a way of praying that didn't
require words. Off she ran.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Later that evening,
Violet found herself just wrapping up the kitchen cleaning. She'd
spent the better part of the day scrubbing everything down. She was
just going to sweep the floor, then head off to her room to have
dinner alone. Dr. Perry was sound asleep on the couch and the black
cauldron of magic goop was deposited into the trash. I guess it
wasn't the substance containing the mystery of immortality after all.
As Violet swept around the oven, a small piece of gold chain
stretched out from under the adjustable oven foot. She prodded at it
with the broom. It didn't sweep free. Now down on her hands and
knees, Violet tugged at the chain. It was very snugly wound and
caught on something Violet couldn’t quite see. Finally, after some
effort and dappling in the stickiness, the chain slid free. There in
Violets hand was a sleek gold chain with a diamond angel pendent on
it. With a sudden remembrance, Violet saw her mom's face from her
dream flash before her. In the dream she had been wearing this
necklace, although Violet had never seen her wear it or even have it
in real life. How could this be? “What ya doing down there?”
Violet's dad asked from the other side of the kitchen island.
Startled Violet quickly clamped her hand over the necklace and shoved
it into her pocket. “Nothing Dad... umm just thought I saw; umm
heard something”. “ Heard something? Like a rat !! ?!!”, Dr.
Perry's eyes bulged. He did not like rats. “I swear I'm getting an
exterminator out here first thing tomorrow morning!” Violet's dad
was soon hunkered down with his headlamp on peering under the oven ,
then the couch, then everywhere else. “I will find this rat! The
nasty thing will not contaminate my experiments!” he sounded
absolute. “Yeah well, good luck with that,..I'm...I'm going to bed.
See ya in the morning” Violet sputtered as she hustled up the
stairs. </span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> Safely behind her closed
door, Violet fell onto her bed and pulled the necklace from her
pocket. She held it up in the air above her and watched it spin,
clockwise then counter-clockwise. She pondered the necklace, the
dream, the …. last two years. With a sign Violet gripped the
necklace's tiny angel in her hand, pressed it to her heart and for
the first time in a long time she prayed... "Father, Who is in
Heaven, if you're there... really there... " , yeah because the
all powerful ruler of the universe has time to listen to a confused
teen … who …who... , "if you're there, send me an angel to
help me. I don't know who I am or where I fit". Violet slowly
opened her eyes and felt , well, ... a feeling of peace as she
drifted off to sleep and for just a moment she thought she could hear
the faint sound of singing. </span>
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Puwt and Ruwb came in for a rough landing, all feet over wings that ended in a heap of feathers, dust, and then intense laughter. It happens so often that Mishal and Chayah simply leapt over them not even pausing their conversation. These two were inseparable. When they were together the chatter never stopped. Mishal was delighted to pick Chayah's brain about the Cherubim that tend the Unicorns and Chayah was equally happy to talk about Unicorns all day and night!<br /> Eiry also side-stepped the tangled ball of boys and muttered, "I saw that coming," with a smirk on his face. Laben volunteered to hoist the boys up and attempted to flatten out their bristled feathers and wipe off the dust. Puwt and Ruwb, back on their feet, wrapped their arms over each others shoulders and trudged off laughing all the way up the steps. Laben was shaking his head as he followed close behind them.<br />Charis, still a little overcome with emotion, paused to feel the awe-striking majesty of this place. Recovering her dignity, she followed her team up the steps. <br /> The Throne Room of God was more than a place; it felt like the very heartbeat of the universes, but also as comfortable as your own living room. The kick off your shoes, stay awhile feeling of home, with all the peace that implies. It was always a delight to all the senses. Beyond the sights there was always this amazing smell. Charis didn't change her clothes for days after being here because the smell lingered in them. <br /> The Throne Room was ever changing, as soon as God had one idea and designed it, He'd immediately have another brilliant idea and the room would appear completely new and exciting, every time she visited Him. He loves variety. Since, the time, the 'one whom Jesus loved' had visited, it had been changed maybe a million times. Gladly God had forsaken the psychedelic shag carpeting of a few decades ago. Shag plus wings plus celestial energy produced one thing in abundance- static cling! Every angel that came and went out of the Throne, in those days, entered looking one way and exited with an entirely new hair style. Mostly standing straight up! The angelic force was so strong upon the Earth it gave rise to a fashion among the humans that involved loads of hairspray and hair gel. With the Father's sense of humor, it left one to wonder if it was intentional. <br /> As Charis entered the room this particular morning, however, the Throne Room was striking, absolutely magnificent. Cathedral style pillars rose from floor to ceiling with theatre style chairs encircling the entire room. An enormous round stained glass window with crown molding was centered above and the floor below that was polished so that it looked as though it were not even there at all. The River of Life bubbled out of the center and flowed out in every direction, washing the feet of all who tread upon this Holy ground. Intense, Charis thought, the Lord is in an exceptional mood for sure. Most of the Angels were mesmerized by the thunders and lightening that seemed to come directly out from the Throne itself, which sat a little off to the side but directly on the polished floor. <br /> The Angels assembled themselves in the circles and rows of chairs. As each section of the celestial choir sat down, a color of light shown upon them. First, the Seraphim, 'the fiery ones', a dark red shine appeared. Then, the Cherubim, 'record keepers', the Thrones, 'the many eyed ones', Dominions, 'the teachers', and the Virtues, 'workers of miracles'; orange, yellow, lime green and a darker green, shimmered; respectively. Next came the Powers, 'the enforcers' and the Principalities, 'guardians of cities and nations'; light blue and dark blue, glimmerings were cast around the room. Lastly, the Arch-Angels and the rest of the Angels; purple and violet, arrayed the vast expanse. We were the last ring, not because God thought less of us as the Rebellion had suggested, but because we were closest to the Earth. Helping mankind was our mission. Each of the Angel teams sat behind their Arch-Angel leader. We stood behind Micheal. The protector of the elect of God! Charis quickly looked for Chayah behind Uriel, the Arch-Angel, who kept safe the mysteries of God. This was where all the pre-team Angels gathered because it was, after-all, still a mystery of God where they'd end up in the cosmos. Charis gave her a sisterly wave and Chayah shot one back and a broad smile. Chayah looked as wide eyed with excitement as Uriel, himself.<br /> The thunders and lightening quieted as the last of the host settled into their respective places, and absolute silence embraced everyone, as the King entered. With the raise of His hand, the floor began to shift, it evolved from a blur beneath into absolute focus. A surprised gasp arose from every living creature at witnessing that the Throne had grown exceedingly close to the Earth. You could see clearly the continents. Every millennia, every century, every decade, year, season, day, and moment, the Kingdom grew ever closer to the Earth. It was so close now Charis could hardly believe it! The entire host broke out into cheers and shouts of joy at the sight! The kingdom of God was on the verge of reconciling all things to itself. Very soon they would all live in harmony on an everlasting Earth with, all the sons and daughters of God, as one royal kingdom! <br /> The dark angels were weakening. Their kingdom found itself in a predicament, flanked on either side, wedged between the 2nd and 3rd heavens and the Earth below. Our High Priest had taken the Earth for heaven and now the dark ones were not only cast from the heavens but were cast from the Earth, as more believers matured into their authority. The light shining from both sides had them pinned down in the few remaining dark areas, where they shirked from the light. Their power diminished almost completely! <br /> The scene through the floor started to take some shape. What all eyes were observing was like rays of sun, piercing through rain clouds. Shafts of color shooting through in beams from the Earth to the Heavens as numerous as the stars or the sands of the sea. Millions of lights shinning, with varying degrees of strength, some large and some small, all in a unique shade of amazing color.<br /> Charis found herself drawn to a light that was flickering, lighting, then waning, then waxing; but the violet color was so beautiful she longed for it to shine brighter and longer, as she pressed in for a closer look. Just then, Gabriel blew his trumpet in a soprano tone and at the last of the resounding note, a symphony of voices sounded through the floor. They came from every direction, swirling through the room and into the ear drums of every angel present. Bits of audio sound bites, voices calling, praising, asking, commanding, singing, myriads of prayers with the harmony of one thought, "Your Kingdom come, Your Will is done!" Once again a cheer erupted from the heavenly host. They are calling for us, for God, for our kingdoms to merge! Charis was so moved, a tear tickled the edge of her eye, and she cheered out of joy, elation, acceptance, love, came from the very depth of her heart and she sang a Hallelujah! Other's followed her in song and a chorus of hallelujah rang out from the angels and surprisingly from the Earth below, too, came a resounding "Hallelujah!" We were hearing, "King of kings and Lord of lords!” Holy Spirit was beaming out a smile that went from ear to ear!His work with humanity had changed almost every attribute of life that lived upon this planet which He was assigned to perfect! The lights from below burned brighter and the faces of the Angels were illuminated as they looked down. The voices again began to ring out their prayers, their supplications and their praise!<br /> Angel team leaders began to call out to be assigned to the voice they felt compelled to answer. That one, this one! We can help there! Send us to them! We volunteer! As Charis looked around, to the left and to the right they were all getting assigned; the Lord agreeing to their requests with a nod and a dismissing wave of His hand, teams exiting to prepare. Charis focused back down on the floor. She searched and strained and scanned for the violet light. Nowhere, it was nowhere! She scanned harder almost frantically. Where is it? Oh please... just then it flickered and the sound came clear and the background noise faded, and she heard "Father who is in Heaven, if your there... really there..." it dimmed- then grew brighter, "if your there send me an angel to help me. I don't know who I am or where I fit." Charis burst out, "That one! Send us!" Surprised by her own boisterous shout, Charis glanced back at her team, their faces all smiling and nodding in support and agreement. At that Charis turned back to the Lord, who was now staring directly into her eyes. For a moment it felt like, only she and He were in the room! He smiled, He nodded, He said, "It is good" and dismissed her with a wave of His hand.<br /> Charis turned to her team; they all reached out for each others hands forming a circle, as Thunder clapped loudly. Instantly they were all teleported to the icy ledge of the cave.<br /><br /><br />Companioning with Holy Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657130529026842768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912801346301789998.post-26946458011639332012016-07-01T10:33:00.001-07:002016-07-01T10:33:21.931-07:00Chapters 1-3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> The sun had scarcely risen, she could feel the shafts of light</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> as they concentrated on her white wings in rainbow colors through her </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">sheer curtains. Charis adored waking up slowly; to stretch from the top</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> of her head to the tip of her tail feathers. She loved the expansive of</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> her round queen bed.</span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"> “Ah! Oh no! I'm late!”, she gasped. Springing from her bed into</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> full flight, she vaulted only to be pulled immediately back into bed. <i> </i></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><i> Oops,</i> she was tangled in the cord of her headphones! The Halo 3000,</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> gold trimmed , fully surround sound, acoustically perfect, latest </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">edition Halo, to be more specific. <i>Huh, seems like part of me didn't</i></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><i> wanna leave</i> , she mused. Of all the things Charis held near and dear</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> music was the pinnacle, other than participating in evolving the world</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> and doing it with flare, of course!</span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"> The second attempt, after some apt de-weaving, was successful. </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">She would commonly use her virtue of faith, what most of mankind simply </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">called magic. The virtue of faith was done with focus and three snaps</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> of her sparkling fingers; however sometimes its easier to just do it </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">the old fashion way- with her actual fingers, as faith can work in </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">mysterious ways- ways unexpected! Being there was no time for unexpected</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> fun it seemed the best election.</span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"> Today was a day she always anticipated- Re-assignment Day. There</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">'s something so exhilarating for Charis about getting a new task! She </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">enjoyed putting her mind to new undertakings and following the trail </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">that the Master Father always left behind, like a scavenger hunt of clue</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">s, promptings and visions that culminated in a serendipitous perfection.</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> Due to the determination she possessed of always bringing missions to</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> completion, her team was a premier pick among the Angel teams by the </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">Master of All.</span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"> Without placing the sole of her foot to the ground, in hyper </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">light-speed, she was in and out of her closet fully dressed. Apparel </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">among the Angels was more widely diversified, than on Earth. After all,</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> humans were, for the most part all shaped nearly the same. Angels, </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">however, could be human shaped, if fitting the occasion, though also </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">have a variety of animal adaptions. Each in their own uniquely creative</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> mash-up that befit their persona. Charis, herself, had grand, fully </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">feathered wings; when she was feeling content and peaceful. Although, if</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> her mood changed so did the wings, ranging all the way to fierce dragon</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> wings. She also had a feathery tail that resembled that of a bird, but</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> behaved more like that of a cat's and sometimes seemed to have a mind</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> of it's own altogether. Charis had clothed herself in a white tank-top</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> with low back, for the wings, simple blue jeans, with the addition of</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> black, laced combat boots. </span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"> Ready for the entire population of Heaven and Earth, Charis </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">grabbed her travel sack, darted up the stairs, and was about to </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">dispatch from the open sky-port, that was located in her sisters </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">upstair's bedroom .... “Wait!” she uttered, “my headphones!” <i>Whew</i>, </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">disaster averted. That could have seriously thrown off the rhythm of </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">her day!</span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"> Back at the sky-port window, Halo retrieved, she was struck by </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">the sights and sounds of a bustling heaven, a perfect machine of beings</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> all working together, each completely different but all working for the</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> same goals, a perfect society of love, wisdom, and goodness for all </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">members of the light force that helped carry out the plans of the Father.</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> It was their highest worship, Charis included!</span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"> Charis scanned Chayah's room for her little sister. It always </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">took a thorough scan as Chayah could easily be missed amongst her large</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> and ever growing collection of stuffed replicas of animals. Not </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">surprising, Chayah was already gone for the day. Chayah has been the </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">Unicorn caretaker for ages now. An appointment Charis was infinity happy </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">that Chayah enjoyed, but Charis herself was, let's just say, not good at.</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> Unicorns, it would seem, had little tolerance for her cat-like mischievous</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> antics and element of surprise! </span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"> A memory crossed Charis' mind that brought out a chuckle.</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> Once, when Charis was delivering Chayah a message, she had thought it </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">would be fun to stalk in the tree above her sister and at exactly the </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">right moment drop in front of her, spread her wings and tail as wide as </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">possible and exclaim Boo! The plan was perfectly executed and Chayah's </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">reaction of utter shock was exactly what Charis had anticipated. What </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">happened next, however, Charis had not anticipated. Every single Unicorn</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> jerked up their head, reared, neighed and scattered at a full gallop in</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> every direction of Heaven. Some running all the way to the first heaven,</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> Earth. They called it <i>The Great Stampede</i>. It took all day and night and</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> a formidable amount of volunteers, one of which was Charis, to soothe the</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> horses back to their grazing land. The only way to soothe a Unicorn was</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> through song, which was one of Chayah's greatest gifts. She had one of</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> the most rare and on tune voices in all the Heavens. </span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"> Charis chuckled a little more remembering Chayah admonishing her</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> after the incident. Her round face, wispy blonde curls bouncing as she </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">crossed her arms and tapped her foot wildly like a rabbit notifying his</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> fellows in a burrow below. Her round brown eyes and stubby horn pointed</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> up directly at her sister. Charis was quite a bit taller than Chayah and</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> shrugged with the glint of a sparkle in her greens eyes. Chayah couldn't</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> help but crack a smile. Inside; Chayah loved the unexpected </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">entertainment Charis always provided. In Heaven your innermost thoughts </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">and feelings are revealed to each other by light emanating from one's </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">soul, and Charis could always see Chayah's great love for her, and her </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">love for Chayah was returned. <i>So Unicorns may not be my cup of tea</i>, </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">Charis thought. That is precisely why she'd been assigned to the dragon</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> keep, in her elementary training. </span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"> Now there's where the fun is at! Some of Charis' best battle</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> moves and sneak attacks had been learned there. <i>Aww, the good days,</i> </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">Charis reminisced. Most of all, she missed the mauling, the chewing and</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> basically the rough housing. Leviathan's love to maul heads and limbs.</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> However, she was glad that her mom, in a sneak attack style of her own,</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> had stopped constantly ambush spraying her with air-freshener and </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">muttering about the smell of smoke. The best thing about her time at the</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> dragon keep, besides the dragons themselves, was the abandoned dragon </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">egg hatchery Charis had discovered nestled in the snowy mountain range </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">of the North. She and her team have used it for their special rendezvous</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> point for a millenia. In fact, that was exactly where Charis was headed</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> this particular morning to meet her cohort, as was their custom on </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">re-assignment day. They liked to enter the throne room as a company! </span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"> Sliding down her flight goggles, tossing her Halo into the air,</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> which perfectly settled circumferencing her head, she only had to think</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> of her favorite song for the Halo to start playing it. She crouched </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">down and sprang straight up into the air in an impressive display of </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">strength, then arched her back into a swan dive, plummeting straight </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">down until the last possible second, arched up just enough to catch the</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> wind and soar off through the open sky in an equally impressive display</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> of agility. With a quick glance of appreciation at the home that </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">represented family to her, being angels don't actually have family in </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">the way its done on Earth they do similarly have groups because the </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">Father knows the proximity and support from your fellow beings is </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">paramount to true love, she set off toward the North. The glow of the </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">Throne to her right side and a breeze of celestial chorus providing the</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> wind beneath her wings, she pressed forth.</span> </pre>
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<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> Charis withdrew from the city over the 12th gate and caught a</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> portal wind toward the cold frosty mountain. Moments later she landed</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> gracefully on an outcropping of rock at the mouth of a cave nearly </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">completely obscured by icicles. She could tell the entire team was </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">assembled just inside from the sound of voices echoing out of the mouth</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> of the cave. By the pitch they were engaged in a very interesting </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">conversation! Charis took a moment to thank the Father for her friends;</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> the affection she felt for them was ever glowing inside of her!</span> </pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> After the cave opening, a short tunnel led to a wide cavern that</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> was actually the center of an inactive volcano. It was lit by the </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">volcanoes opening directly above them. The column-like shaft was filled</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> with industrial steel cat-walks and scaffolding, once part of an </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">elaborate dragon egg hatching operation, used up until the lava cooled</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> and formed into a glossy black obsidian that veined through the walls.</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> Inside there were trees and waterfalls; an underground world, really.</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> In the center was a dragon nest made from golden amber. Bits of smoke</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> were rising from a burning fire where the team awaited Charis' arrival.</span></pre>
<pre><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6M1-OSb7Y3RnoVclukaRoirvXNFQz-etHJLcIxzNS-HHB5_HBQ7aH1CoNWr0SmqeVSq1zy_MXoUMMFr7m6WJQvrF6z-KqqH-HDLAochByLkx08_LKwU3LtALSYm5LYj5xGpqjwH_hWSU/s1600/Mishal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6M1-OSb7Y3RnoVclukaRoirvXNFQz-etHJLcIxzNS-HHB5_HBQ7aH1CoNWr0SmqeVSq1zy_MXoUMMFr7m6WJQvrF6z-KqqH-HDLAochByLkx08_LKwU3LtALSYm5LYj5xGpqjwH_hWSU/s200/Mishal.jpg" width="160" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> The moment Charis stepped out into the cavern,</span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Mishal was at her side fluttering in a frenzy of </span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">excitement. “Your here!, Excellent! According to my</span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> watches you're a little late, 26 minutes and 6 seconds</span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Earth time. However, no worries, there's exciting </span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">news spreading through the Heavens”, she rapidly </span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">exclaimed. Mishal is our logistics expert, everything</span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> involved with punctuality,timing, and coordinating</span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> was her specialty. She kept things right in the </span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">time-space continuum and the cosmic time line during </span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">their missions. She had the privilege of access to the</span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> River of Time as well, though the team had never used </span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">it as of yet. She was the intelligence officer and </span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">considered herself the most in-the-know Angel in Heaven. Her small frame,</span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> mouse shaped ears, black glasses and infinite linguistical curiosity</span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> was perfect for fettering out all things mysterious.</span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></pre>
<pre><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiOa7W9zb7R4GcoW2oKUsy1UYgp4x6rF_1kfnRNw05A9vguvGkQDTY-6-ydZxwoQJc2axA-EIhv_0W0j2AyLLMPk1qWVwlwpItzvsM2DYCfsKJnUUn7rNs0XfWx4wengbkClapEnwwvG4/s1600/Puwt+and+Ruwb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiOa7W9zb7R4GcoW2oKUsy1UYgp4x6rF_1kfnRNw05A9vguvGkQDTY-6-ydZxwoQJc2axA-EIhv_0W0j2AyLLMPk1qWVwlwpItzvsM2DYCfsKJnUUn7rNs0XfWx4wengbkClapEnwwvG4/s200/Puwt+and+Ruwb.jpg" width="160" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">“I know something you all don't know” she continued.</span>
<span style="font-size: medium;">“Yes so we have heard- for the last</span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> 26 minutes”, interrupted Puwt. </span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"> “And 6 seconds” added Ruwb. </span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
<span style="font-size: medium;"> Puwt and Ruwb are the teams demolition experts.</span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> There's a time to build and a time to tear down was</span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> their motto, and if there's something you need torn</span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> down these are the guys. They had helped the team </span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">out of some tight spots before and as Charis had </span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">heard toppled some kingdoms of darkness in the past. They were almost </span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">mirror images of each other, except for Puwt's red hair to Ruwb's black</span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> frock. They were both tall and stocky with wide shoulders, big hands</span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> and feet and bulldog essences.</span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhV313Oo0lX06irl35r_y7Na121chN_Slw_FJOZXCzvevHrG2eB_KMzkY1Fa72AMroU8jnFVITZkM_hr_ae3G711IgrC6PVLzARDHcJ0YLN-OHJfxLz3J_rEwMQl6SOsQoKiobz0KoKmY/s1600/Leban.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhV313Oo0lX06irl35r_y7Na121chN_Slw_FJOZXCzvevHrG2eB_KMzkY1Fa72AMroU8jnFVITZkM_hr_ae3G711IgrC6PVLzARDHcJ0YLN-OHJfxLz3J_rEwMQl6SOsQoKiobz0KoKmY/s200/Leban.jpg" width="160" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">“So tell us now Mishal, we're all here.” a steady </span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">voice spoke from the fire in the middle of the cavern.</span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> There Laben was knelt down breaking and throwing </span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">small sticks into the fire, his face lit up in the </span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">glow of its warmth. Which was the perfect word to </span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">describe Laben- warmth. He was Charis' right hand. </span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> He literally fostered the heart of a lion, with all</span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> the bravery, strength and dignity that implied. His </span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">steady calm, yet authoritative voice, always brought </span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Charis comfort in even the most perilous of </span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">situations, and they'd had a few. </span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoOi0eafJjywsTnlJuWKUEQWwCs3OeJXemtupNofIbinSJt8HszTKuUA19XkTBMCKQGbo3dxlGxx4ZmI0cK6kr20QoQXG2rkLfpJ2Lf6DQJVaOSLsmGqHMOiLJ9LKyNRmHPrm0XfSwmIE/s1600/Chayah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoOi0eafJjywsTnlJuWKUEQWwCs3OeJXemtupNofIbinSJt8HszTKuUA19XkTBMCKQGbo3dxlGxx4ZmI0cK6kr20QoQXG2rkLfpJ2Lf6DQJVaOSLsmGqHMOiLJ9LKyNRmHPrm0XfSwmIE/s200/Chayah.jpg" width="196" /></a><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“Well, yes, I just wanted to wait until we were</span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> all here”, Mishal tweeted. “Very well, that's </span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">considerate.” Charis responded, “I'm all ears,” </span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">but no sooner had the words came out, Charis </span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">noticed Chayah trotting up from the rear. “Why </span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">hello! What are you doing here, Sis? Swinging by</span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> to check out the lair? If you're getting bored </span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">over there in the grassland, I could come by and</span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> stir things up a bit!” Charis joked. “Ha! Funny,</span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> your a funny one” Chayah replied. “Actually</span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Mishal hacked my Halo with an urgent message to</span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> meet here.”</span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">
<span style="font-size: medium;">Charis' eyebrows rose as her eyes settled back on Mishal. “Yes, correct,</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> I thought Chayah should be in attendance as well.” Mishal affirmed. </span>
<span style="font-size: medium;">“And so..” prodded Ruwb. </span>
<span style="font-size: medium;">“O.K, O.K.” Mishal began, clearing her throat and letting her hands </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">float in the air just under her chin, “There's something BIG happening </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">today!”</span>
<span style="font-size: medium;">“Argh! Of course there is , its re-assignment day!” Puwt exclaimed </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">exasperated.</span>
<span style="font-size: medium;">“No, no its BIGGER than that,” Mishal reiterated. “I saw the 7 </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">arch-angels assembling at the Throne today as the sun rose through the</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> first portal!”</span>
<span style="font-size: medium;">“What!” burst Ruwb, “The 7 haven't assembled in nearly 2000 Earth years!</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Are you sure that's what you saw? Maybe you had a dream from being </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">exhausted with too much study?”</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
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</span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">“She's right!”confirmed a voice from above. It was </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Eiry who'd been silently perched high in the rafters </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">until now. Eiry is the watchmen, their rear guard. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">With his hawk like gaze Eiry saw everything well</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> before the others. Because of him the team had never</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">been entrapped by a surprise attack. You could always</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> trust him to be keeping an eye on all directions. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">He, also, carried Uriel's light with him so he was </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">usually the first in on any mission. With Charis' </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">cat-like playfulness she had made one of her eternal </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">goals to sneak up on Eiry, just once! So far no </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">success, though that hadn't stopped her from trying! </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Eiry rounded off their 6 unit team. All perfected teams had 7 units, but</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Charis thought they had gotten by with just the 6 of them. Besides, you</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> couldn't make things happen before their time, if there was a 7th out </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">there they would just have to wait for the Master to reveal the </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">pre-destined one. </span>
<span style="font-size: medium;">"I saw the seven on their chariots of fire and accompaniment coming in </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">from all 12 gates of the city this morning." Eiry continued, "and not </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">just that, but it seems all angels and guardian angels were traveling </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">from their posts. The entire heavenly hosts are going to be at the </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">assembly today, all nine choruses.”</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
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<span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Hmmmm, curious, very curious, </i>thought Charis silently.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> Surveying the faces of all present, they were all </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">thinking intently on what the meaning could be. Charis</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">' team loves a good mystery! </span>
<span style="font-size: medium;">“What do you think it means ?” Chayah asked looking up</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"> at Charis searching her expression for clues.</span>
<span style="font-size: medium;">“ I guess we'll find out soon enough.” Charis answered; </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: medium;">already lost to her imagining and possible deductions.</span> </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></pre>
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<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> The team took off from the cave and set out toward the Throne in</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> a V formation. Their faces absorbing the heavenly radiating light of </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">love. It was running through each of their celestial bodies, powering </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">them from head to tail. There certainly was something extra-ordinary </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">happening today. The entire collective of angels was pulsing out a</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> particularly strong feeling of grandeur that was hard to put into words.</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> As they skimmed over the city, it tingled deep inside Charis and </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">sparked in her memory the sensation of one of the most sacred phenomenon!</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> The story of the Great Lord; Son of the Most High! </span>
<span style="font-size: medium;">Not long ago, all heaven sat silently, peering anxiously through the </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">crystal clear glass floor of the Throne room an the Son of God was </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">finishing the greatest work any of them had seen completed; ever. With </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">the strike of a whip, the Lord was scourged. Micheal jumped, prepared to</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> bring the full weight of his chaos upon those who dared to touch his </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">King. It took a total of three legion, to hold back the “Prince of the </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">First Rank” as he strained against them. We all knew the power of </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">Micheal was a force to be reckoned with, and a love so deep it was </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">humbling. Micheal was beyond amazing to Charis. She held a deep </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">admiration for him as she aspired to lead her team as well as him lead </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">the Army of the Lord. It was impossible for her to stop watching him.</span>
<span style="font-size: medium;">The Father had told us to watch but nothing else. As the Son of God hung</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> upon the wood beams; rejected, he refused the sponge of human tonic,</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> meant to ease His pain. This also signified to the Angels that, to save</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> man; Christ was going to fulfill this mission...as a man. At this </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">Micheal dropped to his knees, the fight had left him and he sat upon his</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> knees; hands and forehead pressed to the floor below. Eyes glue to the</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> unfolding scene. There, the inherit power of Christ's love was building</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> and building, with each step of progressive torture. It grew so thick, </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">and heavy, and powerful, it felt as though it was uncontainable. Every </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">drop of that love was building up in the Holy of Holies. “It is finished!”</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> Christ proclaimed, as He released His soul! There was collective exhale </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">from every living creature that felt like it lasted an eternity. It was</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">the Father; who broke the silence, “ I break this day My old covenant </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">with man! I instate a New and everlasting one! Go, slice the veil.” He</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> commanded. Instantly, like race horses bursting through gates, the </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">Angels of the highest rank, shot through the heavens, with such force, </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">it shook the Earth below and created a booming thunderous sound. With </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">one slash of the heavenly sword the veil that contained all that God is,</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> all of Christ's tremendous love, that had swelled like a balloon; burst</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> open! The Lord had come out of the Holy place and dwelt with man!</span>
<span style="font-size: medium;">It felt like a tidal wave, that all creation felt. We all became coated</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> with it. Charis could feel her heart was stretched or up-graded with the</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> quality of Christ's love; unconquered. A New Covenant was made! Not</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> one that depended upon your adherence to rules and laws but one based</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> on love! How much love God loved all creation with!</span>
<span style="font-size: medium;">Micheal, the General, Leader of the 4<sup>th</sup> Heaven, the Protector, Defender</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> of Faith, still sat on the floor ever peering down upon the Lord. He </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">watched as He was laid in the tomb, wrapped in a cloth and sealed within</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">. Micheal could feel the disciples and follower's love for Christ and </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">witnessed it radiating from them in streaks of light. Charis could see </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">the same light radiating from Micheal, himself, as his love was as deep.</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> </span>
<span style="font-size: medium;">Three long days and nights he sat, he stared; and just when Charis' </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">up-graded heart thought it could take it no longer, the Father whispered</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">, “Go, raise My Son, in whom I am well pleased!” In a nano second of </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">thrilled delight, Micheal swelled out in a relief and excitement that</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> was so beautiful and awe striking, Charis still got chills just </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">picturing it. Micheal spiraled down from heaven, creating a whirl wind </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">through the clouds with sparkling heavenly trails of fire behind. </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">Charis watched after him. He was instantaneously in the tomb. He took </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">the Lord by the hand and He rose. In a burst of joy Micheal blasted the</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> stone away. As they stepped into the light of day, Christ looked up </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">into Micheal's eyes and with a pat of his shoulder simply smiled and </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">with a wink, said, “I'll see you soon.”. </span>
<span style="font-size: medium;">The halls of Heaven were dressed in the finest trimmings, the banquet </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">was set, every Angel was encouraged to display their joy in every way </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">possible. The beauty of that day still caught the breath of Charis and </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">any Angel who thought on it.</span>
<span style="font-size: medium;">Christ rose up through the Heavens arriving at the base of a long </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">gradually inclining staircase that led to the Throne itself. Angels </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">robed and arrayed, the Lord; and as He ascended the steps the praise </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">and cheers and song physically filled us all to overflowing. Gabriel </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">sounded his trumpet in an announcing rhythm. At the precipice of the </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">assent, amongst the seven Candlesticks, after a fiercely loving hug </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">from His Father, the King was crowned and with a smile of satisfaction </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">at bringing forth many sons and daughters for God; Christ sat down at </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">the right hand of God!</span>
<span style="font-size: medium;"> “You sure have been quiet on the flight,” came Laben's voice into</span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> Charis' ears, piercing through the deep emotions she was re-experiencing. </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> “Yeah, I guess so," she responded. "I was just remembering...!” </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;"> “ Me too,” Laben interrupted. They exchanged a meaningful, knowing </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">and reverent smile, as their feet touched down at the very spot the </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">precession of Christ began; at the first of the steps to the </span></pre>
<pre><span style="font-size: medium;">Throne of God.</span></pre>
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Jesus is our High Priest ....and King over the whole Earth. We are Priests and Kings of Righteousness.</div>
<br />Companioning with Holy Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657130529026842768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912801346301789998.post-9210232303182384852016-04-10T17:02:00.002-07:002016-04-10T17:02:21.612-07:00 Here is the 'New Covenant', which is unveiled to us, today, through our fellowship with Holy Spirit! The Word of the Lord says, "I will imprint My teachings upon their minds; even upon their innermost thoughts and understanding! I will engrave them upon their hearts, and I will be their God, and they shall be My people!" I will DO, on a greater level of glory, what I DID before! I saved the world with water (the 1st Baptism; the Flood)! Now, I am bringing full redemption upon the world with fire (the 2nd Baptism; Holy Spirit!)! The 'old covenant', which included death, was glorious; but has been completely abolished! The Bible calls death (666, the anti-christ and the beast; to name a few). This understanding of Scripture, calls out to a loving mind that is packed with wisdom and intelligence; a particular mode of thinking in love and righteous judgements on feelings and purposes; the very image of the mind of Christ! Our Lord is right on schedule in DOING exactly what He promised us! Our Almighty and Holy Father will have ALL men to be fully redeemed! His heart desire is; NONE shall perish. Jesus Christ is Lord of lords and King of kings! He will accomplish full redemption, for ALL, through His chosen and faithful followers. His ministers of fire! For Your brilliant plan, God, we love You back!Companioning with Holy Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657130529026842768noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5912801346301789998.post-8107121938892298972013-08-09T22:34:00.001-07:002013-08-09T22:34:55.408-07:00Jamming with Buddy<embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf" flashvars="file=http%3A%2F%2Fvid1232.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fff362%2FOrthopathos%2Foo1111_zpsbbd77c93.mp4">Companioning with Holy Spirithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11657130529026842768noreply@blogger.com0