At first when I heard Haniel knocking at the door, I
froze. I don’t want him to see Joey. Then I heard Haniel called my name.
“Abby, Abigail, is there somebody with you? I cannot pass through the door or
come in through the wall. It seems like
somewhat is blocking me to come in through the door or the wall of your room. I
can hear a voice of a man and that voice is familiar with me. Or are you the
one playing games again with your powerful mind? You should be sleeping by now.
You have a training tomorrow. That was a stern instruction from your dad.
I glanced at Joey with a quaint look. “That’s Haniel, my soldier. He has been
protecting me since I was a toddler. He can transform his self to any forms,
like a doppelganger. You know doppelganger, right? Most of the time, he is my Mojo, the cat. My
whimsical cat! I guess he can sniff you are here but cannot determine who it
is. He is a Goliath in size, more than your size. He is so huge and he’ll scare
the hell out of you. I guess you better leave now. I don’t want anybody to see
you here conspicuous to their prying eyes. The house will be in a total mess
seeing a warrior angel. There might be a war inside this house between a
warrior angel and fallen angels. So leave now, Uncle. I don’t want any chaos to
happen or my dad would not forgive me at all,” I pestered Joey.
Joey I guessed found my remarks waggish that he just
laughed at me as though I was a laughing stock. I felt insulted so when I
looked at him one more time, my face frowned and my eyebrows meet together.
Joey noticed my reaction. “You are indeed a kid! I won’t be scared to death of
Haniel. Haniel won’t cause me harm or physical injury. Haniel knows me. Your
room is blocked by an impenetrable wall that is why he cannot come in it
although he is a spirit like me. This wall that I have formed cannot be
destroyed by any evil spirits. The residence of Khail is very much protected by
this invincible wall. No evil spirits can penetrate and can cause any harm to
all of the people inside the house. I and my co-warrior angel, Richard also
protects and surrounds Shangri-La with this celestial wall until the time that
you are ready to face your nemesis. That invincible dwelling of Zar and the
legions can be easily penetrated by the evil spirits. Satan has the power to
destroy it. Until the time that you are
ready, we’ll break the wall. The Armageddon will come. You have to face August gallantry and combat
his evil plot. Your mind power is very powerful. That is your gift from Above. How far you can manipulate him that basically
depends on your strength and the will to do it? August although megalomaniacal has its own
weakness. You have to find that weakness in him."
I trembled about Joey’s message but I am decided to face
the enemy because this is my destiny. Joey held my hands and said, “You’ll be
alright Abigail. I will never leave you. I am your guardian angel. I was
definitely so touched that I cried. Joey had to wipe away my tears. He
whispered, “You are the prettiest girl with tears in your eyes.” This made me
smiled and I hugged him tight again. “Calm down, opened the door for Haniel. I
am sure he is worried. I’ll go airborne. I’ll be watching and guarding you just
hundred feet from the distance. It is not yet time to reveal myself. The world
looks good right now. Before Joey left, I hugged him again tightly. He caressed
my blond hair and kissed my forehead then he disappeared in split second.
I heard still Haniel calling me. “Abigail my little
sassy girl, Mojo is waiting for you. Can you let me in?” I responded, “You can slip through the door
or the wall.” Haniel abruptly entered my
room and he saw me lying on my bed appearing to be sleepy. I saw the puzzlement
on his face. I can read through his mind he was questioning who was the man he
heard talking momentarily a while ago. I
pretend not to notice his puzzlement or quizzical look. I told him I was sleepy.
Haniel did not ask any further questions. He knew feeling sleepy was just a
good riddance so no further questions could he ask from me. He went out of the
room with poker face. I have only like 4
hours to sleep, after which, I have to meet the sun rise in the East to have my
first day of training. My grandfather
would be the one training me. What magic can my grandfather do for me? He’d
trained me on discipline, how to use my mind power, and yoga. I find this
training outlandish. I find meditation very boring topic. I wanted excitement
and thrill, like a rollercoaster that could bring me into a swirling height. I
want also to be trained in martial arts. I wanted to see myself to be like
comic character with all the chakras overflowing from my small body. In addition, I wanted to feel a cosmic power
was forming from my mind, body and soul. So powerful that it could create one
atomic bombing and bang, the ground of the earth shook with a great magnitude. These were part of the illusive imaginations
in my mind. My adrenalin rush was high. It made me excited. The excitement in
me was immeasurable. This kind of
imagination was formed in my mind. My body temperature was increasing. The temperature
in my room was scalding. I could hear my cologne, lotion and other liquid stuff burst in my room. I told myself, “OMG, I
need to control my feelings and the behavioral changes in my mind or all the
things inside my room will burst. Everybody will get mad at me for not
controlling my mind.” I calm down and relaxed. I inhaled and exhaled. Repeating this for couple of times. After few minutes, my body temperate was back to normal. Suddenly, Joey was beside me
instructing me to take it easy. I nodded.
“Abigail, you better sleep now,” he admonished me.
He disappeared from my sight in just a second. He
went airborne again. He was suspended hundred feet above the ground just
vigilantly watching over us. Outside the radius of the impenetrable wall, he
could see the dark side of the night took its toll. In the beginning there was
only darkness and void on the face of the earth until God decided to create
light. He separated the light from the darkness. The darkness was called night and the light,
day. God was very much pleased of creating earth so He created man from His own
image and likeness. Now the earth was turning into a mass of destruction. He
was saddened. This was not God’s ultimate plan of propagating the earth. He was
one of those warrior angels who fought against the fallen angels in times of
rebellion. Joey was saddened to reminisce the past. Now Joey had a new task: to
protect me. He sighed deeply and slowly closed his eyes. Even with closed eyes, his ears could pick
signals of danger. His ears were like a radar actively monitoring any movements or any
phenomena to occur.
Haniel went back to my room. I could see him out of my
peripheral vision. He was behaving like one lunatic angel. His face was
sinister looking. If you don’t know him much, you’d be frightened enough. He
was walking back and forth. He saw some of my liquid stuff exploded. He picked
them up and cleaned the mess I created. He knew I played my game again. He was
not mad about it but he was for sure agitated of me not telling him the truth
that Joey was inside my room. He knew that voice he heard. It was a familiar
voice he heard thousands of years ago but he could not only abstract the truth.
No fallen angels could build that wall. He was not settled for few minutes. He
sat on a chair. His fingers playing on his chin. Trying to pull out the gravity from his brain. When his mind
was settled, he stood-up and went near me. He kissed my nose and darted out of the room. Haniel was so sweet! He truly loves me treating me like her
darling kid.
I covered my face with a pillow so I could sleep
deeply. I don’t want to be disturbed
again either by Joey or Haniel. Enough of one helluva experience today! Oh how
I wish I was never born this way. I could live a normal child. Have fun with
other kids. I have not encountered yet playing with kids like my age. That
would be so fun giggling, laughing, running and fooling around. But I am not an
ordinary kid that was the problem. They might find me weird and in the long run would slowly
avoid me as though I have a dreadful disease. This thinking I really find
outrageous. I could never live a very normal child.
I also thought about my mom. I had not seen her since I
was born. She died after giving birth to me. Her heart was too weak to stand
the labor pains. She knew that both of us could not survive the ordeal. She had
to choose one best decision: to have me alive. She preferred to exit the
world. Thirty years of her life was good
enough. She had to let me live and enjoy what the world offers for me. With few
remaining of her breath, she asked her ob-gyn and his staff to let me live.
They performed a caesarian operation. When
I was pulled-out from my mom’s womb, I loudly cried as if I would never see my
mom forever of my entire life. I was
cleaned, dressed with a white cotton baby dress and was placed beside my mom. My mom
cried when she kissed me then after few minutes, she was frozen as ice. She was dead.
Mom had a coronary disease that she accumulated at the age of 10. A
disease that she had been fighting for to survive! She was devastated of the
death of her parents that half a portion of her life she found it hard to
recover that loss. It stabbed her heart and the pain was almost incurable.
Despite of this, mom courageously left the boundary of the past – the shattered
memories, despairs and holes. They mend them together until she got out from
the intricate passageways to see the light. When she fell in love with dad,
that was the best light that she ever seen in her whole existence inspite of
their age gap. I was conceived of that unconditional love. I was the best gift
of mad to dad. I look exactly like my mom. Every time dad saw me, he saw mom in
me. I was the perfect replica of mom. I
sobbed thinking about this….then I fell to sleep.
