Date: Wed, 18 Mar 2009 23:21:18 -0400
From: J Bark <jbark217@gmail.com>
Subject: High School / Malachi's Story

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       After being summoned to be on the Council of the Gate's I thought
'that even once you're in Heaven, our Father continues to grant blessings.'
There was no higher honor for Angels, I was not yet an Arch Angel, I was
not that powerful, but being asked to join the Council was the step below
such feats. I had never fought against the Hellions that tried to break
through the Black gate, but now being on the council this was likely.
	Part of the duties of a council member was visiting church and
trying to inspire good hope, and love. It was on one of my earliest
Sessions, a pair of souls arrived that had fought their way through the
Shadows of Life, and stood to defend their Love. A pair of boys, whom
seemed to have had a happy life, but came before us in a fear that
shouldn't be attached to love. I knew that and yet I was too afraid to
voice my own opinions because I was the youngest and newest to the Council.
       Then 'He' showed up. Brother, Father, Teacher...he has many names
and yet nothing fits him perfectly. He is simply, the way. However it was
us that he was teaching in this moment, he came and over threw the verdict
with nothing more than mild controversy. We were silenced in a swift wave
of his hand and he even directly asked me why I had said nothing. I could
say nothing. I watched as the boys left through the gates and watched as a
bright light ascended from behind the gate, and another floated dreamily
through the cloud like floor.
       I could say nothing as He turned back to us and just shook his head,
and as we came down from our plinths, He came over and placed a hand on my
shoulder, whispering words that I shall never forget.
       "The love you have seen here was pure, strong in the light that I am
all about. If you wish, I have an assignment for you. I want you to inspire
this love, go forth into the world of sin and show people where Love comes
from. Will you do this for me?"
       I could only nod in his presence and left him through the Golden
Gate letting myself fall to the earth, invisible to those of Sinful Nature.
       My first sight was a city, made up of both country and a more urban
section. It was littered with various sections, schools, and other groups
that I could begin to work with. I dove whole heartedly into a church,
somewhere were my power was already easily manipulated. It was a quaint
church made up of mostly older members, and I found them strangely
boring. Then I 'met' a young boy, about fourteen, who was struggling to
find his place in this world. Fighting in a war that he shouldn't even
understand, he was already on the path to love.
       After careful watching I picked up his name was Michael, he had been
with his youth group since birth and had never fully connected with any of
them. Worse was that he didn't have a good relationship with his brother,
which made his situation even harder. Talking to people helped them down
here, and I needed help him find someone. This was my first mistake, I had
not realized for whom his love was directed and arranged for it to be that
person to present the opportunity for sharing. This made the situation
harder, and even more tense. Taking the time again to observer both of
their hearts, I found love spilling over both ways, and yet neither of them
would talk about it. I thought I was close when I poked the older boy into
sharing that he was already confidently gay. However it was fear that
clouded Michael's heart then. He was shrouded in it, his heart had doubled
in pace and he worked swiftly to lie, so that his golden opportunity was no
longer causing him panic.
       I followed Caleb, the older one, home this time instead of
Michael. I had decided that I wanted to find out his feelings and learn
more about him. As I was spending time and learning, Caleb had received a
call, but his phone was oozing darkness, that only I could see. It was
Michael's brother, and he was asking to hang out...lying to him. There was
another power working on this, like I was, but working against the love.
       I protected him from that, persuading his superiority, and his
anger. Anger has its place every now and then, except there was a dark seed
planted. Caleb now had paranoia that Michael had shared the secret with his
brother. I didn't like this and I wanted it to work out, so I devised a
plan. A friend of theirs, the youth director, surprised me and played right
into it. I conveniently made sure most of the people were gone except for
one who could distract the Youth Leader. The two boys led off in the same
direction, although an unjust anger was flooding from out of Caleb, and
Michael looked as if he could feel and see it the way I could.
       The outburst and the fight came next that sent me into fast
working. I moved the clouds over head, and darkened them. Anger was best
shown in the weather, I wanted them to get it out, and when provoked by
excitement the anger would hopefully lead to bliss. How lucky I am, that it
did.
       I had to look at the two of them as they kissed because in that
moment, I felt warmth, a hand on my shoulder. Turning I saw Him, and he was
smiling, and yet he was ethereal and not solid. He smiled at me and
vanished in the rain, I knew than that this was the most power part of
being an Angel, and I was doing it well enough to please him. Although Love
in general pleases Him, and no matter the people involved, he blesses those
who fall in love. That was one thing I believe in with all my heart, and
power.
       With one gift of love left behind I moved back to the overview of
the city, looking for the same sparks that I could fan into flames of
passion. I found a young guy living alone, but expecting a roommate at a
school. I went in for a closer look and found a dark haired boy with blue
eyes sitting reading, before heading to class. He hastily stuffed the book
in his bag and dashed off to class. I did not follow; I had no interest in
seeing teachers again. I remember them foggily and still have a hearty
dislike for people who lecture at you. So I waited and another young guy
walked in and I thought I had found an easy path for the dark haired ember
to be fanned. However as they met and became friends the embers sparked
harder but would not flame. I found out soon why, the new one met another
boy in a book store and his ember exploded in flames. Mean while the dark
haired boy, Cameron I had learned, was being confronted by a brutish type
human. He was cute and was raging with fire; I couldn't see much of the
difference between his flaming anger and his embers of love, so I ignored
him for the moment.
       Cameron, on the other hand, was brimming with a passion. I was
surprised with the redness had not spilled over into this face. The new boy
was becoming a problem, in the moment that I could have redirected his
flaming anger; the new guy stood up to him and took his thoughts away from
Cameron. Idiot...but he was defending his new friend so I could not hold
too much against him.
       My two hopefuls met again, about a month later at a party. Cameron
was leaving and the fiery boy followed him out, taunting him again. When
Cameron turned around and began to talk him down from his random attacks
they stared at each other for a moment. The fiery boy looked like he could
either hit Cameron or kiss him depending on the flames. I urged a root out
of the ground just high enough to where the boy stepped right into it and
stumbled forward. They connected, lips meeting where they should and they
kissed. I smiled, turning away and leaving this completed goal.
       I felt no hand this time but what I did see was the flames that were
connecting all of the people that I had just been around, it was like
watching a spider web branch out and touch everyone they passed and talked
to. This was why I was sent here, because such true love spread
infectiously and I was the one infecting them with the virus. If only there
was enough passion in the world, but every time the angels help someone,
there are demons breaking them apart. When petty things such as any of the
Seven Deadly Sins arise it is up to the humans to overcome them and ignore
the work of Lucifer. We can only do so much.
       I landed next to a young boy whose heart flickered with a nervous
flame of hope. Another boy was crying in front of him but rose swiftly to
hit him. He was an angry child but a compassionate person at the core. I
could bring it out in him if only I could...
       I acted fast, swiftly wrapping my weightless arms around the smaller
boy, giving him my courage to stand his ground. The boy did not swing and
in that instant his own barrier of fear shattered, letting his compassion
over fill him and flood out into the boy in my arms. I released him and
then walked off in the direction of the smaller ones home. I did not need
to do anything with these, they would find that their love was already
purest for each other.
       It was when a flare caught my eye, a brilliant purple flare burst
across the sky and I traced it back to its origin. I found a young college
aged boy sitting at his desk. His glasses focused intently on the screen of
his computer typing swiftly. The work on the computer was one of love and
compassion, but his heart yearned for both. He knew how to write, knew how
to do it but could not find it. His passion flared differently from
everyone else I saw, it was erratic and touched everyone whether he knew
them or not. He could not seem to find the type of love the reciprocated
his, so he was in a constant search. I could do nothing, as I was summoned
at that moment, but before I left I gently kissed his forehead, and saw him
flinch and smile. Looking up he seemed to be staring straight at me, and
blinked and dove back into his writing. Striking his letters swiftly I
caught the last few as I vanished. S C R Y P T.


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