One Thousand Years
Genesage
"Talking to an Angel"
(Chp 6:7)
Oddly his mind went on to other issues.
The greater the madness, the more insignificant the detail. It was those insignificant details that drove you crazy.
In a dream though, you never had any control over the circumstances. This was obviously a dream. No matter how bizarre or strange. There was no way this was reality…you have now entered the half-lit, half-wit, or was it the “Twilight Zone?”
Tom was wondering how he was going to carry the cup/bowl when the angel said.
"Ask and it shall be given to you." ,
The Angel reached out his hand.
Tom found it surprising he automatically gave the Cup back without thought.
Now that he had, he wanted it back. There was no unction or compulsion, yet his response had been autonomous. Reactionary without forethought with automatic compliance. A lot faster than he could have thought to keep the bowl.
If he had been thinking he would have kept it. Yet when the Angel reached for it, as though Toms body were separate from his mind, He released the cup/bowl back to the Angelic. How was almost shocking to Tom. You could have said it flew back to the Angel and Tom would have agreed for all he had to do with it.
There it was. In the Angels hand after Tom himself had given it back. He never had the opportunity to even think, no.
So abrupt and yet so perfect timing he wondered if this was a coincidence or some kind of telepathic thing.
The Angel had asked for the bowl just as he had thought how to keep it.
Almost as quickly as he thought the angel could read his mind or influence him, he felt that this was incorrect. Odd how he thought that too.
This surprised Tom more than he was willing to admit.
When Tom had handed the cup back so quickly he realized also the Angel never blinked. The angel didn’t stare, but looking closer, Tom wasn’t sure the Angel had eyelids. His Eyes were always Open. He never took his eyes off him.
Tom looked away after thinking about it. Looking into those eyes were…revealing.
Without being able to read the Angel, it made Tom nervous so he asked,
"What is your name?"
Tom was not sure he would get a reply so when the angel spoke he was relieved,
"Malach-Tom."
(Malaktom)
He, the angel, said and added,
"The Holy One made me messenger of Tom."
Like a guardian angel
thought Tom but did not comment.
Tom hadn’t ever believed there were such a thing. Even now his mind didn’t really connect “all the dots”. Still was interesting. Tom was a little curious as ideas about Angels Watching made Tom shudder for a moment as he thought about No eyelids.
Did Angels watch, ALL THE TIME?
That opened another can of worms of thoughts making Tom squirm like one of those worms.
Did Angels see EVERTHING HE DID?
It was beginning to feel other worldly again. Foreign. TMI> “Too Much Information”. Since everything was out of his world and not familiar, Tom confirmed he was insanely dreaming..
"I am a Watcher."
Something about the word, or the way, or the power of the word "Watcher" made Tom go silent. A stillness happened when He spoke. A Quiet Resolve. It was spoken with finality and certainty as portent of more to the words than the simple meaning.
Tom yawned.
With little to say he now realized how weary he had become over the events occurring all around him. He was about to sit and down and rest, when he heard faint singing growing closer.
The singing was getting louder.
Tom had seen in an African movie storks on a lake somewhere that on a National Geographic special film had suddenly taken off and filled the sky with wings and flying so that you could not see the sky for all the birds.
As thought it were one thought and one mind all the angels took off at the same time and the world went white with angels.
Angelic Covering of Angels Wings.
A fragment thought of being covered by His Wings was trying to surface in Toms mind but he couldn’t recall it.
It was awesome, no doubt about it.
One moment standing next to and conversing with a somewhat normal looking person. Except for the wings. And the next moment thousands upon thousands of wings dominating the sky and filling the air with wind and flapping.
No warning all had “lift off” at the same time.
Flowing or flying they all left straight up.
As they ascended they headed towards the Light. Heading to the singing which appeared to be coming from around and behind the Sun of Righteousness.
Yet this group and the sound of voices was directly below the place where Jesus had risen, the King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
In fact the angels flew over the Son and a new group of people looking even more normal came walking forward. Walking from beneath the Son of God and merged into the mass of Humanity.
“Come”,
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