Henry Vu – Reluctant Angel – Conclusion

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As Rev. Jackson looked in at Pedro, he got the shock of his life, and his jaw dropped open. “He’s awake!” “And he’s moving around, is that a smile on his face?” He simply could not believe that the child was well.

Henry interrupted him, “Listen time is short, the nurse is on another floor and will return any second.” “I’m gaining my strength back and will go invisible again, but I need you to do something.” “I need you to contact the media about this, but not just for publicity.”

Rev. Jackson was all ears, listening. “Rev. Jackson, this family has been devastated in many ways, including financially.” “I need you start a fund to pay the medical bills, and advertise it!” “Make it a human interest story!” Now it was Rev. Jackson’s turn to smile from ear to ear.

Both the doctor and nurse came into the room just as Henry faded, becoming invisible. Everything was a blur after that. The doctor yelled, “Look he’s awake!” “How did this happen!” The nurse began weeping, and said, “I’ve been praying for this child!” “Thank you God!”

Henry, now invisible whispered into Rev. Jackson’s ear, “Pssst, check your coat pocket!” When he did, Rev. Jackson found a gift card from Wal-Mart for $2,000. “For the family, and their holidays…..” And then Henry was gone.

He flew by the Jenkins house where Linda Cunningham was still talking to Caroline, and they would be, long into the night. The carolers had long since gone home. A video of the future, from the Angel Command Center showed the two women becoming the best of friends.

He continued to his next assignment invisible, but he began smiling again, and said to himself, “Sometimes all people need…..is a friend.”

    

Note: I hope you have enjoyed this mini-series! I’ll be sharing smaller pieces of fiction throughout the week with some poetry!

   

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New Adventures

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I’m having a great time writing! I really enjoy this site and I’m so proud of the journey I’ve been taking. Thank you for being a wonderful part of it!

And yet the participation here has been waning, for a variety of reasons, including the summer lull. So I feel a need to stretch my wings, to get involved, and to discover new venues.

Many bloggers have gone to social media, and some have closed down their wordpress sites entirely. So this old guy is going to learn what he can (not knowing a thing) and hang out with people in a new way.

And believe it or not, I’m actually going to start up more blogs! The first new one will be a fiction only site. I love writing fiction but it takes a lot of time, so I will only post there once or twice a week.

After that there will be a music blog! Wahoo!

I will keep you posted. I’ll still be here on Ancient Skies, but maybe a little less.

Peace!

(The guitars are very loud here so please be careful)

 

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

Two Hearts

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And how does it happen that when two hearts connect

it seems like we’ve known each other

for a long time?

       

And yet there is always a wildness of anticipation

launching us together into

a beautiful

journey.

     

How does that happen?

       

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Sword of Talon – Conclusion

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Under the power of the white light, each noble confessed their crimes. They were powerless not to. One said, “I murdered your father!” Another said, “I kidnapped your brother!”, and the third said, “I hired men to burn down the summer palace with your mother and two sisters inside.” They all hung their heads in shame, and suddenly the lights on each one went out, while the sword turned to blue, and just hummed.

The Queen let down the sword and held it to the ground. She quickly walked over to the noble that had kidnapped her brother, while her hand went under her cloak, fingering a dagger. Seething with anger now, through her teeth, she said quietly, “Where…..where is my bro-ther! The man whispered, “The Sultan has him Your Majesty……but I swear no harm has come to him…….. “SILENCE!” came the shout from the Queen. Still fingering the dagger, she resisted the temptation to slice him right then and there. She did though spit into the man’s face and shouted, “You dog!”

She turned quickly away and shouted to everyone, “Guards take them away!” There is no need here to describe what happened next, but the people took care of justice on this day. They executed the three men quickly…….you see the people loved the Queen, and had loved the royal family.

Once the Queen saw the three men taken away, the Bishop approached but the Queen would have none of it. She put up her hand and said, “We are not done here yet!” “Now we will see who is guilty of lesser crimes.” As the Queen lifted the sword again, the same colors appeared and the brilliant white light struck another 22 men this time, guilty of a number of offenses, but all of them were nobles. They were guilty of thievery, cruelty towards subjects of the kingdom, hiring hecklers to disrespect the royalty, and a number of other offenses. Each one confessed under the light.

When it was over the Queen was exhausted, and slumped into her modest wooden throne. “Take them away, and may they be banished from our kingdom forever”, she said.

With only 8 nobles left, it was a time of rebuilding now. The Queen’s younger brother was eventually returned from east, safely thank God. It was years before the Queen found someone to love……..you see it was difficult for her to trust anyone. She would tell you it was well worth the wait though. Sometimes their two spirits still walk along the rocky shore, hand in hand.

And the sword? She named it after the white eagle……..and that is why it is called, the Sword of Talon to this day.

       

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Sword of Talon II

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She was dreaming of his wings. In her dream, she was walking along the rock covered coast, in a thick fog which she loved. There was something about breathing in the mist that inspired her, when suddenly the sun broke through a hole in the clouds, and she could hear singing, as if heaven had opened. Before she knew it a huge white eagle was slowly beating his wings just above her, holding a sword.

The eagle’s wings were so huge they created a wind that fanned her face, and moved her hair. He began speaking to her in the eagle language, but she understood every word. This must be one of the sacred white eagles, she had grown up hearing about, she thought. They were always known for helping humans, being kind, and sharing wisdom.

The eagle was easily twice her size, but managed to place the sword made of emerald, softly into her hands. He screeched some instructions on how to use the sword, assuring her, “You will win this battle….”

She sat up in bed now wide awake, realizing where she was, but the wind from the eagle’s wings was still tangible, and visibly moving her hair, as she sat in her bed. Was she still dreaming? He said, “Make sure you hold the sword high!” She could hear singing again, and then all went quiet.

When it was time for the Naming Ceremony the Bishop was outraged that he would not be blessing the sword, and was not consulted regarding the ceremony. A large crowd gathered in the great hall of the castle, including all the nobles.

When the Queen entered everyone stood and bowed, but a strange humming noise came from the sword. As the Queen explained the real reason for the assembly, many of the nobles became nervous and broke out in a sweat.

Finally the Queen yelled, “We are here to discover the identity of the traitors!” And with that the sword turned bright green. Then it changed colors as the Queen lifted the sword as high as she could. It went to blue, then purple, then red, and then orange. The earth began to shake, women screamed, some fainted, as the sword changed again to a bright white.

The Queen was still holding it high when suddenly three distinct beams of light were sent from the sword landing precisely on three different nobles, first on their foreheads, then simultaneously moving down over their hearts. They each knew for certain it would be their last day on earth.

      

The exciting conclusion tomorrow!

       

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Sword of Talon

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It was in the 11th century, in the age dragons and princesses, when a certain kingdom received a very special gift. No one really knew how the Queen received it, but someone first noticed it when the Queen came in, from having one of her long walks by the ocean. Since then, she always carried it in either her right hand, or on her belt, even though it was cumbersome. You see the gift was a sword, but not just any sword, it was very special indeed.

The sword itself was made of emerald. It was not a collection of emeralds but was a single piece of emerald stone, some 4 feet long, and sharpened to the point of sparkling with the light of a million stars. At the top, was the most intricately carved, solid gold handle that anyone had ever seen. But the mystery was that the Queen would not say how she came to be in possession of it. Unfortunately there was a lot of treachery in the land, and the Queen was the only one left of the royal family.

Some said the sword came from the gods, remembering a more pagan time, while others said it was from the Creator, dropped from heaven. The nobility thought the treasure should be encased for all to see, but the Queen did not trust them, and knew their intentions were to steal it.

A bigger controversy was what to name the sword, and the Queen decided to have a Naming Ceremony in order to silence the grumbling nobles. It was only the Queen who knew that the sword was never meant for killing, she had daggers for that if they were needed, but the sword would help her discover the traitors. She would use the sword to discover the truth, in order to restore the kingdom, and peace.

As she laid in bed the night before the ceremony, she tried not to think of how alone she was. She would not let the sword out of her sight so she placed it next to her in bed, while praying that the next day would go well, as she finally fell asleep.

To be continued.

        

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

Climbing the Sacred Mountain

 

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The Guardians were not awake when the two of them left that morning, armed with only machetes to fight the forest. It was just before dawn, and the night before, the village elders had called them reckless, and irresponsible, but they were very much in love. Seth took her hand, and silently he prayed they would make it to the scared mountain.

Nothing could restrain them now, as they lunged into the unseen. It was the snakes and lizards that always bothered her, but Seth whispered in her ear, “Don’t let the tree frogs touch you, they’re poisonous.” Two hours later they were scratched, and bleeding almost everywhere, from the branches and thorns of the brush, but they did make it to an open field, where there was thick fog, covering the mountain in front of them.

It was terrifying. They looked at each other, and held hands more tightly. “Gem, I think we can do this, we need to talk to the Seer.” Gem knew he was right, and shook her head yes. They began the ascent, in order to ask questions of Jambres the Seer, questions everyone else was too afraid to ask. Seth couldn’t help noticing her long black hair, pulled back.

It was a brutal climb, with rocks crumbling beneath them, slipping, falling, and their fingertips bleeding from trying to hold on, but each step brought them closer, and the cave of Jambres would bring them the answers they needed.

It was Gem that made it there first, offering her battered hand to Seth, pulling her love, one last step. When they saw the cave their hearts began beating faster. And when they walked in…… he was there! They gasped when they saw hundreds of candles lit all over the cave, and the old man calmly sitting on soft pillows, meditating. Jambres (with eyes closed) said softly, “Come in, I’ve been expecting you.”

They hesitated, but gently placed their filthy bodies on two soft pillows facing the old man, and they waited. Finally Gem spoke, “Seer Jambres, why is the mountain considered sacred?” The Seer opened his eyes, and said softly, “Because courage was born here, and those who seek it, will live in it forever.”

Seth’s burning question came next, “Seer Jambres, why are we so different……. we don’t fit in, and we will never fit in with our own people?” They didn’t realize it, but this very day they would begin new lives……….and they would start a new village on the other side of the mountain, where the people live free.

            

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

The Guardian – Conclusion

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Still on their knees, Heather and Jason began holding each other. Somehow the Guardian, a tree shape made of leaves, was not menacing, but both Heather and Jason knew instinctively, they were not where they were supposed to be. The Guardian grew some small branches, almost like arms, and its face became more clear. Was that sympathy in her eyes?

“You have taken a wrong turn, that is for certain.” she said. Heather asked, “Where are we?” The Guardian responded with, “You are in between time, neither here nor there.” Rather than talk in riddles the Guardian explained that Heather and Jason had stepped through a time portal. “We keep the portals well hidden, deep in the earth’s forests, so that this does not happen.” She continued with a sigh, “But sometimes there are travelers that are destined to lose their way.”

Jason asked, “Destined?” The Guardian explained, “Yes you have been chosen in a way, to travel to another place and time, and you will even be given choices.” Heather panicked and asked, “Can’t we just go back home?” The Guardian looked sad now, and her branches hung low. “I’m sorry but no, that portal has closed, and will not open again for two hundred years.

The Guardian was sympathetic but made it clear that their time was short. She gave Heather and Jason the following choices for where they could live:

12th century Saxony, a time of war and death but also a time of magic, mythology, and possibilities.

North America in the 1400’s. A pristine earth with only a few of the First Nations people living there.

England in the 1860’s. A terrible time for the poor, but a reformation was taking place. And the culture was not far from their own.

Germany in the year 2155. Sickness had been made extinct, but emotions had also been suppressed. Love between two people was only read about.

They had only ten minutes to decide.

          

Which one should they choose? If given the choice where would you go? Would you stay here?

         

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

The Guardian

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The two of them were hiking deep in the forest. The two young lovers had only met a week ago, and it had been one adventure after another. Today though, they had veered off the Appalachian Trail, and the two hours of following a deer path, had produced nothing but apprehension.

Heather and Jason talked quietly as they hiked, about which way they should go, when the deer path ended in some heavy brush. Jason took out his large hunting knife, and began clearing a path straight ahead of them. The sun was setting, it was getting darker, and neither of them liked where they were.

Suddenly the ground gave away, Heather screamed, and both of them went sprawling, down a large ravine. And then they were not in the ravine, but they were still falling, somehow flying. There were no colors, only grey and black, still falling, they yelled and silently prayed for God’s help. They were falling, flying, and then they hit the ground with a thud.

Colors began to return, and they could see the grass, but around them was only a blur, were there trees? They were dizzy, but everything came into focus as they adjusted their eyes. They sat up on their knees, and a huge wind began to swirl around them.

There were leaves everywhere, and the leaves were first in chaos, but then began to come together. As the wind roared, the leaves came together in the form of a shape. Heather and Jason just looked at each other and reached for each other’s hand.

The shape made of leaves began to look like a tree, and yet there was a face, with a set of eyes. There was still a wind but it began to die down, as the tree looked at them. And then the tree shape made of leaves, spoke softly in a woman’s voice. “Please do not come any closer.”

Jason decided to be brave, and asked, “Who or what are you?” The tree shape made of leaves spoke softly again, “I am the Guardian.”

       

To be continued.

         

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Peace and blessings to everyone.

“If you love nature, you will love people.”