It is so wonderful when what a friend does to help me also helps themselves. I was asking Inca if she would be willing to help me keep watch on Freya, and Eburnean overheard and passed the request higher. Now Inca is in proud possession of her fourth wing, and she and Eburnean both are going to spell me with Freya, so that I can limit the amount of time I spend in her immediate proximity. I am so happy…
I’m not certain whether it is a coincidence, or whether the addition of the Lower Eye to my spirit has made a change, but something is different between me and Freya. She is beginning to be aware of my presence on more than a subconscious level. It’s happened a few times this week—I will come to join her, and she will glance up from whatever she is doing. Or I will voice a thought, and she will frown as if…
Today Ophell and Ananiah came to me, and I was startled to see that both of them could meet my Eye with a shadowed gaze of their own. I exclaimed over my friend’s advancement, making him blush and Ananiah beam with pride. “My advancement to Cherub was nearly as unconventional as yours was,” he explained. “I didn’t like the thought of Ananiah returning to the field alone, and so we went together to request that I receive the Lower Eye…
To see the world with an undimmed Eye is heartbreaking. I was told from my infancy that the Earth was shadowed, and I have felt that shadow myself, drawing away my strength. But now I descend from heaven and immediately I am lost in a miasma of selfishness and greed and hatred, built up over millennia and sustained even now. Is it any wonder that we cannot stay in this occupied territory for long? How it is polluted, my friends!…
Courage is sometimes a heavy feeling. It is the knowledge that there is that in the world that is worthy of fear, and yet the knowledge that one has the power to face what is fearsome. It is not joy, or at least only a part of joy—comfort, perhaps. If it can be comfort to know that battle is ahead, and that one is expected to take on a greater part of the battle than ever before. I am sorry—I…
I am not quite certain what I feel just now. Weary, certainly. Worried. And maybe just a little bit afraid. Yesterday after work, I went home with Alysse, and I stayed with her all evening. I soothed her, and I blessed her evening with her fiancé David—I haven’t forgotten everything I learned as a Cupid! Then I withdrew a bit, still watching, but not close enough to be sensed by her or anyone else. It was as she was preparing…
Orison came to find me this afternoon. “I have an answer for your problem with Alysse, Asa’el,” he said, looking rather grim. “I do not think you will like it, though.” I didn’t believe him at first. Any answer to the struggle and confusion of the past weeks would be a help. Freya and Alysse had a fight yesterday that left them both in tears. I have never before failed so badly in reconciling two so similar people. “Inca told…
I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. For a week now, I have been working with Alysse, giving her reassurance and confidence. Every day she goes home feeling better, maybe even a little penitent. And then the next day she comes back to work in anger and resentment, her aura as cold as it ever was. It is so strange. On Monday both Freya and I came to work hopeful that the trouble was…