~ W.D. ~ Excerpt

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*An excrept from a book I am writting. Hope you enjoy reading. All feedback is deeply appriciated.

He was sitting on a roof of a skyscraper. The feeding luminosity of the Sun was in full bloom, stinging the eyes of people rushing through their lives, burning their skin and making their minds cry out for shades where they could stop for a moment and rest. The heat had no effect on him. Hugging his knees, his face was firmly tucked in between his legs, his arms gripping his structure, trying to form some sort of a shield. The maddening pain was coursing through him, wanting to rip his non-existent, ethereal body to shreds, to ravage it, to take its toll, a pain so grand and unstoppable by nothing except becoming it, the Universal scream.

He loosened his grip, let his arms fall freely, raised his head and opened his eyes. Tears were streaming down so fiercely, so greatly, washing him and cleansing him, while he was looking straight up into the sky imploding in Sun’s power. He began to weep and a moment later he too was screaming, joining the symphony of powerlessness and despair, with all of his air.

He felt the touch of a hand on his shoulder; he turned around swiftly and embraced the feet of the Angel, feeling a wave of soul warmth and security wash over him.

“You are not enjoying your first visit to this plane I see.”, the Angel caressed his hair gently, too soothe him like a parent does to soothe a crying child. His being radiated wisdom and peace and his face was like it was chiseled in harmony and serenity.

“The cries and the screams … They are unbearable, it never stops, we must help these people!”

“Ah, those words, that aching desire in you. I see it every time. But it is not why I have brought you here, Abelaz.”

“We are not going to do anything to stop this pain? Are we just going to … watch?”, he looked, puzzled, into the eyes of the Angel, still soaked in tears.

“We cannot magically flap our wings and swoop away the pain Abelaz, it is not our purpose.”

“How can you say that, how can you stand here peacefully and listen to all this screaming, weeping, sorrow, these maddening cries for help?”, he stood up, gazing below onto the busy hive of tortured souls.

“This, Abelaz, is only but one step on the stairs of learning. I brought you here, into the plane of your creators not to be their God, but to be their Angel.”

“Weren’t the Angels supposed to save people?”

“No, they are meant to guide people. We did not create this World; we are merely its clerks, its corner-stones, its hope and Light. Your still fragile angelic being is drowning in the Universal scream, I know, I have been there and I have felt it inside my very own being, I am feeling it still, as we stand here now. But with time and wisdom you will learn to understand it, what it means and what it must mean. Look upon the people, look and listen upon their pain, hear the belief and smile, for that means that eventually you will get to soothe their pain with your embrace.”

“I want to reach out to them, I want to extend my hand and wing and take them, to the green fields of peace, anywhere that is not here.”. He took a step forward and began plunging down through the air, his wings clumsily wrapping around him and cocooning him.

He landed on the pavement, got up and extended his hands to grab a woman walking straight towards him, her head bent downwards while her mind was squealing a tune of confusion, burden and loss. As she was getting closer and was now two steps away, his pupils widened with excitement and ecstasy. But the women just passed through him and continued walking, lifting her head up for a brief moment only, her lips forming a little smile as tho she had just remembered something that brought her a sudden remembrance of joy and hope. He was standing confused, his arms now outstretched again, as more and more people were walking straight through him.

“Your intentions are pure Abelaz, but they are wrong. You see now that you are not here to save them. You are here to guide them into saving themselves.”

“How? Teach me how and I will do it ‘till my existence ends.”

“Come, it’s time to leave.”