A quick update, and a surprise that has encouraged me. My charges are all doing well. Pamela has returned to her usual routine, having told the story of her encounters with Lyle as a great adventure, and carrying no wound from their separation—indeed, she seems calmer, more confident than she was before. Jonathan is as he has ever been. He has seen nothing of Lauren, though I remind him of her every now and again, just to plant a seed…
I have discovered a new method of keeping Brooke and Morgan close from a distance. Alivia told me about it, and initially I was extremely confused—no, I will be truthful. I am still very confused. But it seems to be working. It is called sexting. “Young humans seem to enjoy pushing two words together,” Alivia noted. “So, sex and texting.” “How are these two things related?” I asked. She only laughed. “Suggest it to your charges and see what they…
I am not writing today with news from Earth—all has been relatively quiet with my charges the past few days—but there is something that I would like to share. I was speaking recently with my friend Inca. We have come to know one another well, despite the differences in our callings, and I enjoy talking to her. I have found, first with Brid and now with Inca, that to have a different perspective is often very helpful in solving problems. …
We as angels are not often convicted of vanity or pride, but it does happen in our hearts. I have been shown today, beyond any doubt, that I do not always know what is best for my charges. And how could I? As I learned from Freya, the human soul is complex, reaching deeper than even we can read. And despite my advanced status, I am still very young, without the knowledge that experience can bring. I thought that Pamela’s…
Today marks the end of the first week Brooke and Morgan have spent apart. It has been hard for them both, but I believe they are starting to find a rhythm. At the very beginning, it was difficult, of course; both cried themselves to sleep and spent much of their days thinking about and reaching out to the other. Texts, phone calls, emails, Snapchats, all filled their days. At first I encouraged these thoughts, hoping that remembering one another would…
I have been given a gift on this day, and I am deeply grateful for the kindness. I was in conversation with one of my younger protégés about one of her charges when another angel joined us. To my surprise and delight, it was Lubos. Poor Sixta was completely tongue-tied; outside of our seniors, she has never spoken directly with a Power. Lubos, however, was very kind, asking about her charges and offering some advice of his own. When she…
Today’s work involved a new departure, one that had less to do with excitement than Pamela’s. Pamela is doing well, by the way, touring London often with Lyle by her side. For now I am reserving judgment of the two of them. I left them to their own devices today, however, in favor of a pair who needed me more. “So I don’t want you calling me until tonight, okay?” Morgan said to Brooke as they walked into the airport.…
It has been a very long night, and I am exhausted. If ever I doubted that the power of free will is the most potent gift the Father-King has ever bestowed on his children, I know it now. I cannot protect someone against something they have chosen for themselves. I can cajole and warn and plead, but I cannot compel, not even if it is for the good of my charge. But then, I do not always know what is…
She made the call. I did what I could, but Alice noticed Pamela’s distraction this afternoon and asked about it, so Pamela told her the whole story. Alice was just as intrigued as Pamela. “Did he tell you what he does?” she asked. “Yeah, he’s in banking,” Pamela told her. “He didn’t seem sketchy[1] at all, and he was definitely into me.” I tried to suppress the feeling of satisfaction she felt at this thought, but it was almost impossible—to…
Today was a long day full of emotion. Well, strictly speaking it was more than a single day, but to Pamela it felt like one very long day, and so it feels to me. Last night Diana drove Pamela to the airport, and Pamela boarded the plane that would take her across the ocean to London. I went with her on the plane, curious about this method of transportation. At first I was not at all impressed—the airport was crowded…