Awakening (Children of Angels) Read Online Free
Author: Jessica Gibson
we are Angels.”
CHAPTER FOUR
S he said it simply and matter-of-factly, as though she was stating that it was raining outside. Mia almost laughed aloud, but something in the stranger’s face told her that this was not a joke. The stranger truly believed she was an Angel. That was her Truth. But if this impossible scenario were actually true, then that would mean that Mia was…she stopped herself from completing the thought - and mentally shook herself once again, scolding herself for getting so caught up in the dream.
“Yes, Mia. You are an Angel too. Well. Almost.” The stranger smiled kindly. “Angels, you see, are not born. They simply are . One day they do not exist, and then they do. It is our Truth, the way it has always worked, since the world divided - and since before that - this is how things have been. Our adversaries exist in the same way. Their Creation Truth is the same as ours. They simply come into being one day, they are not born and they do not die.
Unfortunately, this way of existing means that there are no stronger or weaker amongst us. Because we are all created truly equal. The human Truth, for those who want to believe it is that “all men are created equal”. But that simply isn’t true, is it? There are stronger, weaker, better, worse, kinder, meaner…not at all equal. For us, the Angels, we truly are equals. And equal also to our adversaries.
That is a problem. It means that we cannot defeat them. Because we are not stronger or more numerous to them. We are equal to them in every way imaginable - other than our purpose. They oppose everything we stand for, and we are powerless to stop them from spreading their poison throughout the worlds and Truths.”
“ Are you talking about demons? ” Mia asked, wide-eyed. The stranger laughed.
“ Demons are the fanciful invention of human minds. Human religion. Human stories and myths. Our opponents, they are Angels, just as we are. Created in the same way and everything the same but their designs for the universes. They would see us stamped out, for we will not join their cause. But no, Mia they are not demons.
We needed a new weapon, something that would be stronger than them. There was an old story, passed down through the ages in certain Truths, from long before any of us Being today were created, that a child born of Angels would be the one to lead us into the final battle.
But such Truths, when so few have them, are hard to bring into being.”
Mia didn’t understand, and knew that it showed on her face. The Angel recognized it too, and patiently began to explain.
“ Truths, darling Mia, are a complicated fact of our lives - our existences. Truths are, in a way, like human beliefs. The key difference being, that they are real because they are believed. I know, it sounds strange, makes little sense to a human mind. So confined, you have been, Mia, unable to spread your wings and explore the Truths on offer. ” Catching the look in Mia ’ s eye, the Angel smiled again. “ N ot literal wings. Winged angels are, like the demons, the fanciful invention of human minds. Human minds who cannot comprehend our Truths. So limited, their minds. They miss out on so much because of it … In their minds, they give us wings to explain how we can be anywhere at all. In our Truth, we have no need of wings. We can simply be where we wish to be.
Take, for example, the events of this evening. No doubt it confused you to find yourself in different Truths, ones that seemed impossible to you? Here one second, in a strange house less than a fraction of a second later?”
Mia nodded. Yes, it had confused her. Not nearly as much as the apparent time travel she had undergone, in order to be present at her own birth. The mind boggled.
“ It wasn ’ t ‘ Time Travel’, Mia.” Although it had happened several times already, Mia was still startled when she realized that the Angel was hearing her thoughts as clearly as if she had spoken them
CHAPTER FOUR
S he said it simply and matter-of-factly, as though she was stating that it was raining outside. Mia almost laughed aloud, but something in the stranger’s face told her that this was not a joke. The stranger truly believed she was an Angel. That was her Truth. But if this impossible scenario were actually true, then that would mean that Mia was…she stopped herself from completing the thought - and mentally shook herself once again, scolding herself for getting so caught up in the dream.
“Yes, Mia. You are an Angel too. Well. Almost.” The stranger smiled kindly. “Angels, you see, are not born. They simply are . One day they do not exist, and then they do. It is our Truth, the way it has always worked, since the world divided - and since before that - this is how things have been. Our adversaries exist in the same way. Their Creation Truth is the same as ours. They simply come into being one day, they are not born and they do not die.
Unfortunately, this way of existing means that there are no stronger or weaker amongst us. Because we are all created truly equal. The human Truth, for those who want to believe it is that “all men are created equal”. But that simply isn’t true, is it? There are stronger, weaker, better, worse, kinder, meaner…not at all equal. For us, the Angels, we truly are equals. And equal also to our adversaries.
That is a problem. It means that we cannot defeat them. Because we are not stronger or more numerous to them. We are equal to them in every way imaginable - other than our purpose. They oppose everything we stand for, and we are powerless to stop them from spreading their poison throughout the worlds and Truths.”
“ Are you talking about demons? ” Mia asked, wide-eyed. The stranger laughed.
“ Demons are the fanciful invention of human minds. Human religion. Human stories and myths. Our opponents, they are Angels, just as we are. Created in the same way and everything the same but their designs for the universes. They would see us stamped out, for we will not join their cause. But no, Mia they are not demons.
We needed a new weapon, something that would be stronger than them. There was an old story, passed down through the ages in certain Truths, from long before any of us Being today were created, that a child born of Angels would be the one to lead us into the final battle.
But such Truths, when so few have them, are hard to bring into being.”
Mia didn’t understand, and knew that it showed on her face. The Angel recognized it too, and patiently began to explain.
“ Truths, darling Mia, are a complicated fact of our lives - our existences. Truths are, in a way, like human beliefs. The key difference being, that they are real because they are believed. I know, it sounds strange, makes little sense to a human mind. So confined, you have been, Mia, unable to spread your wings and explore the Truths on offer. ” Catching the look in Mia ’ s eye, the Angel smiled again. “ N ot literal wings. Winged angels are, like the demons, the fanciful invention of human minds. Human minds who cannot comprehend our Truths. So limited, their minds. They miss out on so much because of it … In their minds, they give us wings to explain how we can be anywhere at all. In our Truth, we have no need of wings. We can simply be where we wish to be.
Take, for example, the events of this evening. No doubt it confused you to find yourself in different Truths, ones that seemed impossible to you? Here one second, in a strange house less than a fraction of a second later?”
Mia nodded. Yes, it had confused her. Not nearly as much as the apparent time travel she had undergone, in order to be present at her own birth. The mind boggled.
“ It wasn ’ t ‘ Time Travel’, Mia.” Although it had happened several times already, Mia was still startled when she realized that the Angel was hearing her thoughts as clearly as if she had spoken them
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