As they passed by several of the tents, David wondered why some tents had only one person being counseled for reincarnation while other tents had two or more being walked through their blueprints.
Sensing his question, she explained. “Many souls prefer to go to Earth together and experience life as soul mates or soul groups. More often than not, the people you are surrounded by in life have been with you for many lifetimes. Each take turns playing different roles. In one lifetime, you may be the father, in the next, the son or daughter.”
The more she spoke, the more David recalled this information from his previous lifetimes. Closing his eyes, he tried to picture Ellen, Tiffany and his mother. As he did, their many identities over the centuries flashed before him. Every role had been played out by each, so each could experience a new perspective.
Evangeline added, “Certain roles are decided upon so a soul can conquer a specific fear or feat. Difficult scenarios are agreed upon, such as an abusive relationship or family turmoil. Wonderful events, such as babies, marriages and successes are also discussed between the circles of souls.”
Every life, it seemed to David, was a perfect play, designed to allow each soul to evolve.
Pensively, he inquired. “Evangeline, what is the purpose of life on Earth?”
A look of wisdom crossed her angelic face as she answered. “We are immortal souls David. Many eons ago, the Source felt it needed to learn what it was to be mortal.” She paused momentarily, and then continued. “We go to Earth to learn...what it is to die.”
David nodded, though her answer left him with more questions than answers. Before he could ask anymore, she spoke. “Let's go meet your teacher.”
Smiling at Evangeline, he followed her.
She led him to a smaller building that resembled a library. Even though it was tiny compared to some of the buildings, it was still breathtaking in appearance.
On either side of the entrance were beautiful marble statues. Upon closer inspection, he realized that one of the statues was an exact duplicate of the Statue of David.
He marveled at the mastery depicted in this amazing piece of artwork. Every vein within the marble blended into the statue's body as though it were a true map of the human circulatory system. The statue's face wore an expression of peace and thoughtfulness.
On the other side of the door, however, was another statue; one David had never seen before. A woman, etched completely out of marble. The details of her long hair so precise, it was though every last strand had been accounted for. Her face carried the same loving expression as her alabaster neighbor, but with a beautiful smile.
Her breasts curved above her ribcage as she draped one of her elegant arms over them. Though she was a bit shorter than her male counterpart, her long statuesque legs seemed to go on forever.
The most amazing part of the statue was where her other arm was placed, over her pregnant belly. Such a beautiful depiction of mother and unborn child, David was in awe as he lovingly touched her marble stomach.
“Isn't she beautiful?” Evangeline said reverently as she stood beside David.
“Yes,” He responded quietly, “but who is she? I never saw her on Earth, I recognized the Statue of David, but not her.”
Evangeline smiled knowingly, “She is Eve...and he is Adam.” She explained as she waved her hand towards the male statue. “Michelangelo received the inspiration for both, but only completed the male. She is surely his greatest incomplete virtuoso.”
“How could he not have made her?” David asked as he stared at the marble beauty.
“Even though we inspired him, Michelangelo's free will decided what would be done. We can only offer guidance, what the human decides to do with it is up to them.” Evangeline stated.
Touching the statue’s protruding stomach again, David thought to himself. 'Who's in there, I wonder?'
Leading David into the building, Evangeline explained that this was the Hall of Education. Teachers gathered there in order to assist those in every aspect of existence. Whatever a person decided to learn, a teacher would be provided. The teachers would come and the students would simply sit and learn from them, sometimes for the equivalent of hundreds of Earth years.
Evangeline led him to a doorway at the end of the hall. Entering into the room, David was completely shocked. He certainly didn't expect to see this sort of thing in Heaven!
Thinking Outside the Box
Waking up in the shadows, it should feel cold—but it didn't.
Lily didn't feel cold, hot or numb—she felt nothing. A shiver from the absence of the sun, the tingling of goose bumps from the cold air blowing against her bare skin or the coursing of blood through her veins, anything. There should've been something, but her sensations were just, gone.
She wasn't sure what kind of existence this was, it was like being trapped in a dream, or a nightmare.
Her surroundings looked vaguely familiar, a large wooden box. She could distinguish that the walls were made of wood.
Exhausted, she closed her eyes. It took so little for her to become tired. She strained her mind, attempting to recall anything from her life before this, but her thoughts wouldn't cooperate.
God how she wished she could think clearly. The fog that clouded her mind ate at her sanity, or what was left of it. Trying to think, but her mind did not feel like her own. She clutched her head with her translucent hands and wailed like a banshee screaming into the wind.
Why could no one hear her? Who was she hoping would hear her?
Him...she was calling to 'him'. Where is he? She thought. Who is he?
She had so many questions and no one to ask.
How long have I been here? Lily pondered. Time was a luxury she did not own. Time didn't exist in this place. Moment after moment was the same as the last. No sunrise, no sunset...just gray.
She huddled in the corner, that's all she knew. There was no door, no windows, and no escape from the hell of the wooden box.
Nothing ever changed—until the rose appeared.
Out of nowhere, there it was. The floor was stark and barren one moment, and then rich with the essence of a bright red rose. Just lying there, a long stem red rose.
For anyone else, it may have been taken for granted, but for Lily's deprived senses, it was a glimpse of Heaven.
She slowly moved toward the new anomaly on the floor, careful not to move too quickly, as it might disappear.
Hovering, she examined it carefully; to be sure she wasn't imagining it. Finally, she allowed herself to believe it was real. She bathed in the richness of its color, its energy and beauty. Lily was sure she'd seen a rose before, but she'd never appreciated it more than at this moment.
The way each velvet petal hugged the one before it, as though protecting the center blossom from harm. She admired its elegance as it lie still upon the floor. Trying to touch it but failing because of her semi-transparent hands.
From then on, that's how she told time; with the appearance of the roses. There would be long periods where there was nothing, just existence within the realm of shadows. Then, after many moments of sadness and loneliness, another rose would appear on the floor in front of her.
It continued that way until four roses lay upon the floor. When the fifth rose appeared, Lily finally saw who was delivering them.
A man.
A dark-haired man appeared before Lily, holding the rose gently in his hand. It appeared to Lily that he was crouching on the floor of the wooden box. He was very tall.
She slowly moved closer to him, examining his handsome face. He did not seem to sense Lily's presence at all. Looking closely at his face, she realized that she'd seen him before, he was very familiar.
Reaching out, she tried to touch him. For just one moment, as her hand came in contact with his cheek, she felt something. A vibration. He seemed to have felt it too. He moved back as though startled, his hand upon his cheek.
For a moment, he paused and looked around the box, confused. Lily m
oved closer to him, inspecting his face, trying to place where she'd seen him. Feelings stirred within her as she stared at his features.
He glanced around the wooden box as though searching for something. Finally, he spoke and Lily heard him.
“Hello?” He said aloud, his voice trembling.
“Gabe.” She whispered excitedly, “I remember you, you are Gabe! How did he get in here?” Lily wondered as she had searched high and low in this box for a way out.
Standing closer to him, she realized she could think clearer. His energy was feeding her with nutrients, nourishing her soul. Her mind suddenly flooded with information of her past, her life.
Sadness overwhelmed her as she was bombarded with all the memories of her former existence. So much love, they were so very much in love, and now, it was all lost. Visions flashed through her mind at lightning speed, images of her and Gabe in Greece, getting married, making love and then—falling.
Her accident.
Gabe sat on the floor beside the ghost of his love, not knowing she was there. They sat together, there on the floor of the wooden box, crying the same tears of shattered dreams.
“Wooden box?” Lily thought to herself, finally coherent within her own mind. “I'm not in a wooden box...I'm in the tree house!!” After all this time, she was elated that she could think properly again.
Suddenly Gabe stirred. Placing a fresh red rose on the floor of the tree house, he said aloud. “Happy Anniversary.”
He turned and opened the trap door to the tree house, then descended down the ladder. Lily, afraid that her amnesia would return if he left, followed him out of the tree house.
Archangel
As David's blue eyes scanned the room in wide-eyed disbelief, Evangeline giggled at his reaction.
“I...” David began as he fumbled for the words. “I didn't know this sort of thing existed...um...here.”
The room was enormous compared to the rest of the building. It didn't seem possible from the outside that this room could exist. Even the furniture in this room was grossly out of proportion by comparison, David wondered if a giant lived here!
Looking around, the wall closest to David danced with holographic images of fire, while the ceiling showed flashing images of lightning and dark rolling clouds. Though David could tell it wasn't the true sky he was seeing, it was so realistic; it really looked like a wild storm right there in the room.
On a far wall, there were images of beautiful female angels posing, their feathery white wings covering the bare essentials. Though the angels were very realistic, they were some kind of three dimensional posters.
Every so often, the heavenly models would move and shift into another stunning pose. On Earth, it surely would've been judged as sinful, but these ethereal beauties were honoring the female form. It didn't leave David feeling aroused or embarrassed like it might have on Earth; instead, he felt an appreciation for one of nature's most beautiful creations.
The other walls boasted pictures of earthly celebrities like Elvis, Ozzy Osbourne and Jimi Hendrix. Each of the pictures sang, danced and depicted the talents of the star.
David's nostrils were suddenly aware of a strong, but strangely appealing, smell of tobacco. Searching the room for the source of the scent, David saw him. After seeing him in the corner, David wondered how he hadn't noticed him yet.
There, sitting with big black boots perched upon a desk, was the largest angel David had ever seen. He could only see the back of him, but David could tell he was at least twelve feet tall.
Long black hair streamed from the angel's head, reaching far past his enormous, muscular shoulders. Shirtless and wearing black jeans, the angel resembled a member in a heavy metal band, rather than a messenger of God.
Leaning back in the chair, the angel was blowing large smoke rings into the air. One smoke ring in particular floated into the air and morphed into a dragon before it dissipated.
Enormous feathery white wings draped over the back of the large chair, shuddering slightly every once in a while. A few perfect white feathers were scattered on the floor beneath.
“Hello there.” The angel suddenly spoke out loud, startling David, as everyone had spoken telepathically to him since he arrived. His voice was gruff, but still had heavenly tones playing within it.
Still sitting in the chair, the angel's wings began to unfold and stretch wide. The wing span was unbelievable to David. They had to have been at least twenty-four feet wide!
Flexing, the large angel gave the wings one big flap, pulling his enormous body to a standing position. Still facing away from David and Evangeline, the angel stood with a cool and cocky stance.
Finally Evangeline, who had been standing behind David with a funny little smile on her face, sent David the message. “David, this is your new teacher...Michael.”
Michael spun around to face his new student, his wings still wide open as he turned. David was in complete amazement with Michael's sheer size as he watched this massive angel turn around.
David couldn't do anything but stare. Including his face, the raven-haired angel was covered with tattoos. Warrior symbols flared like black flames around his silver eyes while tribal markings swirled and danced down his neck. From shoulder to finger tips were elaborate writings David somehow recognized as ancient Sanskrit. Michael's huge muscular chest was adorned with hundreds of symbols, symbols that David recognized as emblems of every religion that existed on Earth.
The angel's face was unlike anything David had ever laid eyes upon. No model or celebrity on Earth could match the intense beauty and energy of this man. A chiseled jaw line, long black wavy hair and rugged good looks, he was truly designed by Gods.
On Earth, he may have only passed for twenty-five years old, but David understood that he was likely thousands of years older than himself.
Sensing David's awe, Evangeline explained. “Archangel Michael, one of the greatest angels depicted in Earth's historical documents. Most angels do not have wings or markings, but due to Earth's intense influence and focus on Michael, he is adorned with their impressions of him. They see him as a warrior against the darkness. The many symbols etched upon him are from the hundreds of religions that praise him. He's one of a kind.” She finished with a smile.
“Good day Miss Evangeline.” Michael said aloud, apparently eavesdropping on her verbal essay of him, a cocky smirk gliding across his face. “Who's this, our next willing victim?”
“Hello Michael.” She replied politely, unaffected by his teasing. “This is David, he is the Spirit Healer.”
David was surprised that he'd been given a title. Smiling in spite of himself, he slowly approached Michael, his hand extended in attempts to greet the large angel. As David got closer, the magnitude of the angel became even more evident. He laughed a little as he it reminded him of the story David and Goliath.
“Better not.” Michael said as he smiled kindly, glancing at David's extended hand.
Evangeline explained to David mentally. “Michael's energy is so powerful, that he may unintentionally harm you by touching you or speaking to you telepathically. He is a level nine being; therefore he embodies a very powerful aura.”
“Nice to meet ya Dave.” Michael said as his wings folded gracefully behind his back.
“Thank you...um...sir” David stammered as he struggled with what to call the angel. He felt awkward being informal with one of the greatest archangels of all time.
“Call me Mike.” The large angel laughed as he sensed David's internal debate.
“I will leave you to your teachings then, David.” Evangeline said politely as she turned to leave.
“Oh, I...” David began; worried he might not see her again soon.
Evangeline, sensing David's concerns, approached him. The closer she came, the more entranced David became with her beauty and presence. Reaching her elegant bronze hands to his, they touched. Instantly David's energy merged with hers, her aura enveloped his own. It was like swimming in a warm ocean of
light.
Pulling away from him, she smiled. Her lavender eyes gazed into David's as she stroked his cheek with her hand.
“Only think of me, call for me and I will be here for you.” She said lovingly.
After she'd gone, David turned towards Michael, a silly grin still planted on his face from Evangeline.
“Well,” said Michael as he clapped his large hands together. “Let's get down to business.” He smiled mischievously and raised his dark eyebrows twice at David.
~
“Try again.” Michael said encouragingly, his voice patient.
David closed his eyes and tried to manifest a positive energy field. Several times he thought he felt his aura project, but it just wasn't enough.
“It's the only way to reach the lost souls, man. You can do it.” Michael urged him.
“I just don't understand how to do it.” David said, defeated.
“Okay, new approach.” Michael said as he sat on his enormous couch and laced his hands together. “Imagine you've just met an alien being.”
“An alien being?” David repeated skeptically.
“Yah. This alien has no eyes, no mouth, no sense of smell, hearing or touch, but, it can feel emotions. Okay?” Michael said, looking at David and nodding.
“Okay.” David answered, unsure.
“Now, how would you explain what 'love' is to this being?”
Closing his eyes, David tried to imagine the emotion of love. Scanning through his most precious Earth memories, he drew images from the day Tiffany was born. He pictured himself holding her for the first time in the hospital, the moment that he realized he was a father. An overwhelming sensation charged his aura as he envisioned love for his daughter.
“Now,” Michael's voice was hushed and reverent, “hold on to that image and project it to the alien being, like a wave from your core.”
David, his eyes closed, envisioning himself holding his infant daughter in his arms as he walked towards the strange alien creature. He then allowed the energy he was feeling to envelop the alien. David didn't force the energy; he simply allowed it to go to the creature, sharing the sensation with the being.
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