Chapter XV The Legacy: The Dawn of the Fallen Angels

It was one refreshing morning after I took my bath. I preferred to wear pink jogging pants, white cotton Lacoste t-shirt and a sporty white sneaker. I tied up my long blond hair with a pink ribbon to match the color of my jogging pants notwithstanding, so that my hairs would not get entangled over my face during training. I gazed myself in the mirror. I was just a kid but I felt I was grown-up inside. I saw daddy behind me. He was awesome with his sporty navy outfit. He brought along with him towel and water. He was tagging along with me making sure that everything would gonna be all right.  “Common Abigail, let’s go outside. Your grandfather is waiting for you,” dad said.

My heart was racing fast as we stepped outside the mansion. I breathe deeply as I walked towards grandfather. He was smiling charmingly at me. He was in his sublime nature. Only wearing linen white dress and leather sandals. His appearance was somewhat that of Roman Caesar. He looked dignified in his dress. I saw Khail and his sons, Mikhail, Darwin and Stephen on the other end near the brook. They all sat in yoga position. Eyes closed and concentrating on their inner powers. I believe that sitting position was for meditation.  As I drew near grandfather, I heard a loud splashing sound of water. I halted. I saw bodies of water rose about 10 feet high. The water was dancing gracefully to the tune of Khail’s flute. The waster moved to the left then to the right then wiggled.  I gasped. In few minutes, the bodies of water dropped back to the brook.  I was fascinated of how they could control their powers. Mine was out of proportioned. Mine was always like a game to me. This was where I need to harness my power. 

“That was excellent grandpa,” I uttered. “That was mind over matter or psychokinetic ability, Abigail. You possessed that power much even stronger than Khail's sons but you only need to control those powers through discipline. Let’s move over there. That will be your training ground,” Zar stressed. Grandpa held my right hand with his left firmly and we strode vigorously to a line-up of cherry trees. Dad was following us. On the ground, I saw  500 meters big white circle.  There was nothing inside the circle. No object that my mind can play of. I knew that grandpa would like to test my cunning ability. I smiled silently.

Grandpa gazed at me with his quizzical look and muttered. “Abby, I don’t want you to play games. That subterfuge thing in your mind, don’t do it please my love. That won’t do good in your training. You have to remove that device from your mind. Did you get my point?”

“Yes grandpa,” I nodded. In split second I felt someone touched gently my hair. I glanced back. It was Joey. He winked at me and I blushed. I showed him my thumps up. He said, “Abby, show me your focus and discipline in you.” I just smiled sheepishly at him. I jumbled for words. Daddy bent downward and kissed my forehead. He then lifted me up and spoke loudly. “You are my seed. I am proud of you.” He put me back to the ground.

“Abby you have to go inside that circle and sit in the center,” ordered Zar. I nodded. I was about to go inside the circle when Mojo suddenly appeared in front of me. I cuddled him. He licked my chin with his long tongue. I giggled loud. Mojo was my elixir of life.  I put him down after too much of a cuddling. I told him, “You have to watch my training Haniel.” Instantly, Mojo transformed to Haniel. I hugged my soldier and went inside the circle.

I counted how many steps I could reach the center of the circle. Just few steps but this will begin a thousand journeys for me.  When I reached the center, I assumed that I was the sun and outside the circle were planets rotating around me. I felt that my gravity attracted these planets to revolve around me. I was the source of the planets’ energy. I felt that I was the sun with powerful energy.  I was visualizing things before the training started. I wasn’t aware that the surroundings were turning to a kaleidoscope scene. Zar was alarmed. He called my name. “Abby”. I looked straight to him. “Are you tense?” I said, “No grandpa. I was just visualizing some scenes. “Alright you have to control your excitement and your proactive imaginations. Understand that Abigail.”  “Yes,” I nodded.

“Abby you have to sit in the center of the circle. Legs crossed and place your feet on the opposing thighs.  Back straight.  This position is a lotus position and commonly use in meditation. Lotus position will encourage breathing properly in meditation and foster physical stability,” explained Zar.

I followed grandfather instructions. I sit in the center of the circle in a lotus position, back straight and relax myself. I saw them observing me. I was the force in the center. I am the magnetic field. I am pulling them to look at me. Then I heard grandfather shouting at me. “Abby, close your eyes. Place your hands upward over your thighs.” I was about to close my eyes when I saw one figure near Joey. A grandiose guy about six feet with dark hair, tan skin and blue eyes. He was wearing silky white dress. I know he was one kind like Joey. A warrior angel. I waved at him and he waved back at me. He shouted, “I am Richard.” I smiled back at him.  I then obediently closed my eyes but my chakra in the center of my forehead was still opened. My third eye was still actively observing. I commanded my third eye to close and it did close.

“Abigail, inhale and exhale until your breathing is relax. Put away the negative thoughts in your mind. Reach your inner spiritual life and that spirituality with God.”  At first, I find it hard to concentrate. Thousands of thoughts were lurking and playing with my mind. This is the point that I am poor of. It took me 5 minutes to combat the negative vibes in me. I inhale and exhale again and this time I focus on the supreme thing…God. I saw a stunning light and I saw a man standing in front of me wearing white robe and a plain sandal. I was sitting on the sand near the shoreline of the beach. He was talking to me in a Hebrew language.  I asked him one question that bothers me the most. “Lord, what is the meaning of my existence?” He answered, “Before you were born, I know who you are. Existence is not a matter of question. It is a matter of accepting who you are.” I answered, “But my Lord my existence is too complicated.” He knelt down, held my hands and said, “It is because you don’t accept who you are, your existence. You have to accept it and you’ll find peace within you. If you need me just say, ‘By the power of God.’  You know in me nothing is impossible.” Then he bid goodbye, slowly walked away from me and said lastly, “Remember Abigail, I am just near you always”. And he was gone.  The only things I saw were his footprints on the sand.

When I opened my eyes that were the only time I realized I was levitating about 6 feet high. I saw them awed in silence. Their attention was focused on me. I closed my eyes again. I was floating suavely like a balloon in the air. I concentrated in few seconds and feel the surging spiritual power deep within my existence. I know I saw Jesus Christ, the son of God. There was a smile in my lips. I commanded myself to go down. I slowly was going down. In few minutes, I was sitting on the tailored green grasses still at the center of the white circle.

When I opened my eyes, grandfather was in front of me. He said to me. “Abby that was marvelous. That was a head start. You demonstrated discipline in you. Controlling your emotions and the lurking imaginations in your mind is all that you need. Don’t be a trigger happy like a nervous gunner afraid to be shot dead first. You still need constant practice until you master discipline and control of the powers within you. Only use that power when necessary to defend yourself and the world.”

I smiled charmingly at him. “Grandfather in my spiritual being, I talked with Jesus. He told me that I have to find the meaning of my existence. He told me that he is just there for me then he slowly walked away.”

“The last time I saw him was thousands of years ago before the rebellion. I am glad Abigail he has spoken to you in your spiritual self,” grandfather lamented.