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Emalickel: The Celestials Are Real

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by A. M. True


  The palace seemed to glow and even hummed the sound of a soft angelic choir. The massive gate, which made a perimeter around the palace and its courtyard, began to open its centrally located 25-foot arched doorways. It sounded like a massive piece of heavy metal echoing across the entire land. Which made sense, as the doors were enormous.

  A figure was walking out of the gate doors. By the stride and physique, I could tell it was Thorenel. I could see the strands of his wavy blonde hair peeking out from the sides of his royal cloak with white fur lining and golden trim. Under it he wore a black tunic, suede-leather pants, and his knee-high leather boots.

  A soft golden beam of light from the sky glowed down upon him. He became brighter than anything else in view. Time slowed as he continued walking my way. His cape was blowing behind him like a great hero or emperor. As he approached closer, I was able to see his face. He reached up to remove his hood. Gently he lowered it to his shoulders revealing the Lapoian Crown sparkling upon his head. His eyes were smiling as a few strands of his hair blew across them.

  My heart was pumping so fast, it felt hard to breathe. The splendor of Thorenel left me stunned—breathless. His majestic display had entranced me as if under a spell of love.

  Thorenel spoke to me with his mind from across the valley.

  Thorenel: A long while ago Emalickel said you would return again.

  With his arms spread open, he looked up to the sky and yelled aloud.

  Thorenel: Since then, I have been counting the stars of Millattus to occupy my mind.

  Flattered, I chuckled. Then, I proceeded to run towards him. I ran until I finally came crashing into his arms. He held me and swung my body around in circles with his. We were both smiling so hard it made our faces hurt. All we could do was laugh out of pure joy. I was so happy my eyes began to fill with tears. After several engaging moments, we finally collected ourselves enough to be able to speak. I apparently wasn’t thinking very quickly as I chose some very poor first words to say to Thorenel during our reunion.

  Artist: Audiomachine

  Song: Leaving the Nest

  Me: Where is Emalickel?

  His smile turned forced and almost irritated.

  Thorenel: So that is where your thoughts are focused in this moment?

  Me: I am sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that I heard Emalickel’s voice moments ago and was wondering from where he spoke.

  I smiled in awe at him before continuing.

  Me: And, the crown… you’re wearing the crown.

  Thorenel’s voice was slightly disgruntled.

  Thorenel: Your Emalickel will be here. He addressed you from a transmission sent a while ago before he left to receive the orders. As you know, I am the acting Princedom when Emalickel’s presence is elsewhere. That is why I am wearing the crown.

  It suited him well, resting so perfectly upon his head blending in flawlessly with his luxurious wavy golden locks of hair. There was as brief silence. I spoke at the onset of the awkwardness. I wasn’t sure exactly what to say, so the words were kind of hard to speak—awkward and forced.

  Me: So, what’s going on? How am I here?

  Thorenel tilted his head and slightly squinted his eyes at me, as if trying to figure out what I meant. I meant well, but my nervous and overjoyed feelings were causing me to mess up my words terribly.

  Me: I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m crazy happy and excited about being here! I’m just curious how I got here, and why I have been granted the pleasure of finally being able to visit again.

  Thorenel looked down at his black leather boots grazed by the golden trim of his perfectly-pressed velvety cape. He shuffled his feet in the grass a bit before looking back up to me. He extended his hand out to me as he spoke with a forgiving smile.

  Thorenel: Come with me. Let me show you something.

  I took hold of his arm. He began escorting me towards the woodlands in the West. The snow-capped mountains were all along the North, which the back of the palace faced. The ocean ran along the South, in the front of the palace. To the East were the gently rolling hills covered in golden wheat grass.

  We walked towards the woodlands. The Western Woodlands extended from the ocean shoreline all the way north to the snow-capped mountain range. Near the shoreline, the woodlands dropped off into steep rocky cliffs, which lined the shore for as far west as I could see. I noticed a long, steep waterfall coming out of one of the tall cliffs. This waterfall fell into a small basin. I didn’t remember it from before. White gulls were flying all around the waterfall making it appear even more magnificent than it already was.

  I felt Thorenel place his other hand over mine which clutched his escorting arm. I heard him take a deep refreshing breath and saw him looking out at the immaculate waterfall.

  Thorenel: It is but nothing compared to you.

  He looked down at me with only his eyes, keeping his head straight ahead, as a wider smile grew on his face. He always had a way of flattering me with his words, yet never allowed his facial expressions to give away his feelings. He was blunt yet remained mysterious. I found it very attractive.

  We continued onward up a small hill where the woodlands began. Colorful trees were all throughout these woods. Soft, green grass, moss, and periodic clusters of purple lavender covered the woodland floor—that was all. The forest floor was unobstructed, clear of brush and debris. The trees were a blend of birch and evergreens. They were tall, and their limbs started high overhead. It was a smooth, gentle forest without any bushes or other vegetation. You could see only grey tree trunks and soft, green, ground covered sporadically with lavender and sprinkled with colorful leaves.

  There were rays of light beaming in through the colorful trees of the woodlands. It was calm and peaceful. It was almost as if entering a whole new world. The whole forest felt warm and uplifting. It appeared shimmering and magical. I, myself, felt lighter as we continued the journey inward.

  About 200 yards in, we came to an opening with a blue lake. It was surrounded by tall evergreen trees. Distant snow-capped mountains could be seen through the openings in the trees. There was a stream that flowed to the south of this lake area. I was amazed and completely mesmerized by the beauty of this place. More of the beautiful white birds flew around the sparkling lake. At a closer look, I found these birds to be white doves.

  Thorenel slowed his pace to allow time for me to absorb everything. He looked down at me and chuckled to himself at the child-like expression on my face. He was happy that I was happy. There was no need for words here, we were both superbly content—simply happy in that moment.

  Artist: Really Slow Motion

  Song: Forever in my Dreams

  Thorenel led us to a large, flat gray boulder which sat along the bank of the lake. He motioned for me to sit down on the boulder, and then he sat himself beside me. He looked out over the lake.

  Thorenel: This is one of my favorite places to pass the time. Everything is so still and quiet here.

  I saw a gleam in his eyes as he continued staring out towards the lake. His facial expression was that of contentment and complacency. He folded his hands in front of him. A few loose strands of hair fell to the sides of his face. The strands gently blew as the wind drifted through them. The glow of the crown which encircled his head brought out the lighter golden locks of hair which fell beneath it onto his shoulders. I could feel his aura. It exhibited more dominance and strength than it did the last time I was visiting Lapoi. It felt infinite. I could feel him radiating supremacy, wisdom, and vitality. He was majestic, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. There was too much to admire about him to look away. Of course, the lake was indeed pleasing to the eyes, but Thorenel; there was just something about him. He was enchanting, hypnotizing, enrapturing. I felt myself falling short of breath.

  Still looking out at the lake, Thorenel began smiling wide. He shifted his seated position forward a bit more to place his elbows on each of his knees. His hands were still folded over one
another, but he brought them to meet his chin. Then, he turned his head towards me. He was looking me square in the eyes. His hands were placed on his chin in such a manner to conceal a proud smile.

  Thorenel: I must admit, I am flattered by your thoughts.

  I had been caught again. My thoughts had broadcasted clearly to him. Embarrassed, I quickly looked out at the lake, but Thorenel was quick to use one of his hands to gently pull my face back to look at him. Still embarrassed, I let my eyes wander the scenery behind him and to the sides of his face. I couldn’t make eye contact. His hand still placed gently on the side of my face, he echoed words of comfort to me using his mind. He transmitted very slowly and clearly.

  Thorenel: You avoid eye contact, but there is no reason to feel embarrassed. It’s just me, Thorenel. You know me, and I know you. I know you just as well as you know yourself. I am yours, and you are mine. I belong to you, and you belong to me. I am a part of you, and you a part of me.

  My heart raced at his mysteriousness and his assertiveness. I was infatuated with how well he communicated with me, and how he understood my reservations so clearly. It was like he was me, in a male body that was so attractive it exceeded any possibility of finding a description through words.

  He was impressive the first time I met him, but this time he was different. He carried himself differently. He seemed stronger, wiser, and more collected. There was fierceness in his eyes—like power and dominance. Everything about him, from his appearance to his persona, was divine. He was heavenly. Catching myself this time, knowing he had just read those very thoughts, all I could to do was look at the ground. He helped me relax by backing off a bit. He took a moment to look out at the lake and pull his hair back, securing it in a loose ponytail while he spoke to me.

  Thorenel: Do you think that your feelings are solely your own? Do you not know that when you think or feel something, it is exactly so with me? You and I have united. We have quite literally intertwined our energies. They are unified now, feeding off and into one another. We are synchronized, you and me. Do not be ashamed of any of your thoughts and feelings because I, too, am thinking and feeling them right along with you.

  Artist: Natanel Arnson

  Song: A Hero Will Rise

  I managed to fall into the comfort he provided through his words. He finished pulling his hair back. He then removed the hooded cloak from his shoulders and placed it behind him on the rock. His black tunic was laced up and loosely untied at his chest. I was so damn attracted to him. Should he ask me to do anything, I would submit to him willingly. I heard his voice interrupt my thoughts. He turned his head to look at me again.

  Thorenel smirked. I heard him in my mind.

  Thorenel: Even the most shocking of your thoughts are not yours alone.

  I managed to look into his eyes. I couldn’t resist him anymore. I slowly leaned in closer to him. He mirrored me. We continued closer and closer. His hands reached up to grab my face and pull it to his. The loose strands of his hair tickled my face as the wind blew them. He carried the scent of amber on him. I could feel his warm breath just before his soft warm lips touched against mine.

  We locked our lips together, pressing firmly for several intense moments as we enjoyed the shockwave of desire shooting through our bodies. I had become putty in his hands, melting into him as he continued to hold my face.

  He slid one of his hands down the nape of my neck and down my entire back. He squeezed me and pulled me closer to him as his hand approached the base of my back. This sent surges of passion all over me causing the need to breathe deeper. This increased the intensity of our kiss as he responded to my deep breaths with those of his own. I could only assume he was feeling the increased passion with me. He briefly pulled away from the kiss and whispered through his breaths.

  Thorenel: You are absolutely correct.

  I smiled and at that, I let go. I repositioned myself to straddle his lap. I pulled my dress up enough for my knees to rest on the outsides of Thorenel’s legs. Both of his hands slid to my hips pulling them passionately into his. I cupped his masculine face in my hands as we continued our kiss. Our lips opened, allowing for our tongues to wander around each other.

  He tasted rustic, like the Earth, like fresh air. It gave me urges, sending surging waves down my back into my intimate regions. I began pressing my pelvis into his lap in a circular motion. He responded by moving his hips circular back against mine. He kept squeezing my body closer to his. Our tongues slid rapidly against each other as our heads swiveled and pivoted like a dance.

  My hands began sliding down his neck to the front of his monstrous chest. I could feel how large and dense his muscles were through his tunic. I began squeezing his chest and arms, frantically trying to find something in which to channel my passion. I pressed my pelvic region to his even firmer. I could feel a thick hard bulge growing between his legs underneath his trousers. It pressed so perfectly between my legs. I could feel myself producing warmth in preparation for him. We were both radiating heat with one other.

  Everything was happening so fast. Was it okay for this to happen right now? Doing so would cause me to rest in blackout for the next few days, and my journey would be significantly more difficult as I would be able to feel the ache from where Thorenel had been inside me. My mind drifted to Emalickel. I wondered where he was located. When would he return?

  I moved my face down to look at Thorenel. His pupils were dilated, and his skin was flushed. He was out of breath. I wanted to feel him inside me. I yearned to feel his strength embrace my body. I enjoyed the power he radiated. I remembered from the past experience with him that engaging physically with Thorenel was absolutely stupefying. I could feel my heart racing out of my chest. I couldn’t help but picture several different ways I’d enjoy for him to take me.

  He held my body as he stood up from the rock. He turned around and laid me on my back before pressing his body on top of mine. Our kiss continued. He began gently sliding the straps of my dress down from my shoulders.

  My mind started racing and recycling the previous thoughts about Emalickel. Thorenel buried his face into my neck and continued pressing himself to me. He wasn’t receiving these thoughts from me because he was too caught-up in his own passion. His breathing intensified into short moans of yearning. It was so hard to resist him now. Despite this, I took his head and guided it to look at me.

  I stopped moving my body and tried to calm myself down with deep breaths. My eyes were wide open as I locked eyes with him. Thorenel paused with a confused look on his face. After a moment, I noticed it clicked within him. He nodded understandingly. He gently lifted himself from me. He aided me up to a sitting position and began fixing my dress straps back to my shoulders while he spoke.

  Thorenel: I understand.

  He leaned in to kiss my forehead and embraced me in a powerful hold while resting his chin on the top of my head.

  Thorenel: I understand completely.

  Grabbing his cloak, he rose to a standing position. He threw the cloak across his back and positioned the hood back onto his head. He then sat back down on the rock beside me placing his arm around me.

  Thorenel: I am grateful we are here together.

  I relaxed my head on his chest as we continued to watch the birds fly over the lake. His breaths came steady and slow. I could feel his chest rise and fall with each breath he took. He began stroking my hair with his hand. Thorenel brought me comfort in his presence.

  Something was missing, though, and it was Emalickel. I felt insecure and empty without his presence—like something was off. Then, I started drifting in thought. I couldn’t help but worry about my place and purpose back on Earth and how Lapoi tied into everything. I started questioning the reality of it again.

  Artist: Mattia Cupelli

  Song: Waves

  Thorenel pulled himself back, which forced me to remove my head from resting on his chest. He shook his head.

  Thorenel: You still question everything—always quest
ioning. This creates anxiety and doubt, both of which are enemies of awareness. If awareness is what you are seeking, you must extinguish your habit of worry and doubt. Replace your doubts with belief and faith. It is then you will find the answers you seek.

  He turned his head to look at me again and lowered his eyebrows a bit.

  Thorenel: Do you trust me?

  Perplexed, I waited to see where he was going with this before answering.

  Thorenel: The Lapoians. Do you know who we are? Who we really are?

  He gazed at me analytically for a moment before continuing.

  Thorenel: We are the elite celestials of the most high exalted God; El Elyon, Elohim, Adonai. We are the so-called angels of whom you have read about your whole life. That is who we are. We understand mortals. Appointed exclusively by God, we have watched you, trained you, and influenced you since the dawn of your creation in Millattus. This is what we do. This is our purpose—our life’s work. God Himself has entrusted your well-being to the aid of our hands.

 

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