Dimensions of Genesis (22 page)

The angel's face was unlike anything David
had ever laid eyes upon. No model or celebrity on Earth could match
the intense beauty and energy of this man. A chiseled jaw line,
long black wavy hair and rugged good looks, he was truly designed
by Gods.

On Earth, he may have only passed for
twenty-five years old, but David understood that he was likely
thousands of years older than himself.

Sensing David's awe, Evangeline explained.
“Archangel Michael, one of the greatest angels depicted in Earth's
historical documents. Most angels do not have wings or markings,
but due to Earth's intense influence and focus on Michael, he is
adorned with their impressions of him. They see him as a warrior
against the darkness. The many symbols etched upon him are from the
hundreds of religions that praise him. He's one of a kind.” She
finished with a smile.

“Good day Miss Evangeline.” Michael said
aloud, apparently eavesdropping on her verbal essay of him, a cocky
smirk gliding across his face. “Who's this, our next willing
victim?”

“Hello Michael.” She replied politely,
unaffected by his teasing. “This is David, he is the Spirit
Healer.”

David was surprised that he'd been given a
title. Smiling in spite of himself, he slowly approached Michael,
his hand extended in attempts to greet the large angel. As David
got closer, the magnitude of the angel became even more evident. He
laughed a little as he it reminded him of the story David and
Goliath.

“Better not.” Michael said as he smiled
kindly, glancing at David's extended hand.

Evangeline explained to David mentally.
“Michael's energy is so powerful, that he may unintentionally harm
you by touching you or speaking to you telepathically. He is a
level nine being; therefore he embodies a very powerful aura.”

“Nice to meet ya Dave.” Michael said as his
wings folded gracefully behind his back.

“Thank you...um...sir” David stammered as he
struggled with what to call the angel. He felt awkward being
informal with one of the greatest archangels of all time.

“Call me Mike.” The large angel laughed as he
sensed David's internal debate.

“I will leave you to your teachings then,
David.” Evangeline said politely as she turned to leave.

“Oh, I...” David began; worried he might not
see her again soon.

Evangeline, sensing David's concerns,
approached him. The closer she came, the more entranced David
became with her beauty and presence. Reaching her elegant bronze
hands to his, they touched. Instantly David's energy merged with
hers, her aura enveloped his own. It was like swimming in a warm
ocean of light.

Pulling away from him, she smiled. Her
lavender eyes gazed into David's as she stroked his cheek with her
hand.

“Only think of me, call for me and I will be
here for you.” She said lovingly.

After she'd gone, David turned towards
Michael, a silly grin still planted on his face from
Evangeline.

“Well,” said Michael as he clapped his large
hands together. “Let's get down to business.” He smiled
mischievously and raised his dark eyebrows twice at David.

~

“Try again.” Michael said encouragingly, his
voice patient.

David closed his eyes and tried to manifest a
positive energy field. Several times he thought he felt his aura
project, but it just wasn't enough.

“It's the only way to reach the lost souls,
man. You can do it.” Michael urged him.

“I just don't understand how to do it.” David
said, defeated.

“Okay, new approach.” Michael said as he sat
on his enormous couch and laced his hands together. “Imagine you've
just met an alien being.”

“An alien being?” David repeated
skeptically.

“Yah. This alien has no eyes, no mouth, no
sense of smell, hearing or touch, but, it can feel emotions. Okay?”
Michael said, looking at David and nodding.

“Okay.” David answered, unsure.

“Now, how would you explain what 'love' is to
this being?”

Closing his eyes, David tried to imagine the
emotion of love. Scanning through his most precious Earth memories,
he drew images from the day Tiffany was born. He pictured himself
holding her for the first time in the hospital, the moment that he
realized he was a father. An overwhelming sensation charged his
aura as he envisioned love for his daughter.

“Now,” Michael's voice was hushed and
reverent, “hold on to that image and project it to the alien being,
like a wave from your core.”

David, his eyes closed, envisioning himself
holding his infant daughter in his arms as he walked towards the
strange alien creature. He then allowed the energy he was feeling
to envelop the alien. David didn't force the energy; he simply
allowed it to go to the creature, sharing the sensation with the
being.

“Open your eyes David.” Michael said
quietly.

Opening his eyes slowly, David was surprised
to see a white sphere of energy surrounding him. He'd created a
force field around himself.

The sphere pulsed outward from David
approximately four feet and was still growing. As David played with
the field, he found he could push it even farther from himself.
Allowing the field to grow, he saw white, wispy tendrils feel their
way through the air, probing for new spaces to fill.

“Great!!” Michael exclaimed, clapping his
huge hands. “Good job man!”

David released his concentration, the white
field disappearing instantly, and was surprised to feel
fatigued.

“Don't worry,” Michael said as he sensed
David's concern, “you will get stronger with practice and it won't
wear you out as much.”

“So this is how I heal the lost souls?” David
asked as he climbed up onto the enormous couch sitting next to
Michael. David felt dwarfed beside Michael, as though the large
angel could decide at any moment to grab David and use him as a
ventriloquism puppet.

Michael smirked as though he’d read David's
thoughts, and then answered. “Yes, the field that you create will
surround the lost souls and raise their frequency so it's closer to
yours. That way, you'll be able to communicate with them and
hopefully convince them to go to the light.” Michael explained.
“Sometimes, all it will take is healing them and they’ll remember
on their own.”

As David recuperated, Michael continued. “The
next lesson is learning your weapon. It comes from the same source,
it's just projected differently. Use the same memory of love but
instead of describing love to the alien being, describe the meaning
of the word 'protect'. Make sense?”

“Rest for a bit though Dave.” Michael said as
he stood up. “We have a lot of ground to cover. You've learned to
heal spirits, you need to learn your weapon against the dark
energies and...there's your field trip to get ready for.” The large
angel said with a mischievous wink.

“Field trip?” David repeated, curious.

Shadows

As Lily followed Gabe out of the tree house,
she was surprised to see the outside world. The environment outside
was heavenly compared to the starvation of stimuli she’d been
subjected to.

Even though the world was still painted with
a dull shade of gray, the various patterns gave Lily a sensation
she hadn't felt since before she died—hope.

The contrast between the sky and the trees,
the ground and the tall grass, not to mention the movement of the
breeze gently pushing the world around, was exhilarating. For Lily,
it was Eden compared to the still and stark existence she'd been
trapped in for so long.

She happily followed Gabe out of the woods
and up the meandering path toward her parents’ home. It thrilled
her that she recalled so much now. She was amazed that simply being
around him could revive so much within her.

Only a few feet from the house, Lily heard a
strange noise come from behind her, a deep growling sound. Turning
around slowly, but still keeping pace with Gabe, she saw a shadow
slithering up behind them like a shark stalking its prey.

Its eyes glared with hatred as it hissed at
Lily. “Where do you think you are going?”

Instinctively, Lily knew this creature had
something to do with her captivity. She tried to run but her energy
level was still depleted.

“Gabe! Help me, please!” Lily cried out as
she desperately tried to summon the strength to run faster.

Though Gabe paused and looked back as though
he’d heard something, he continued up the path towards the
house.

Lily pushed herself to run harder, but it was
so difficult. Her body felt submerged in molasses. Fighting against
the resistance, she made it to the front step before the shadow
reached her.

As Lily forced herself up the steps of her
parent's house, she yelped when she suddenly felt extreme pressure
on her foot. The shadow creature had grabbed hold of her and
wrapped itself around her ankle. An odd feeling, like ice invading
her veins, crept up her leg as she struggled to free herself.

She screamed and kicked, trying to rid
herself of the shadowy leech attached to her. Looking at her leg,
she was horrified to see everything below her knee turning
black.

“Get off of me!!!” Lily screamed at the
creature. Turning her face to the sky, tears streaming down her
face, she called out for help. Help from above, from an angel and
from God.

“Please...” she sobbed, “please help me!”

Immediately, two great orbs of light soared
down from above the trees. Descending upon the shadow beast, the
lights swarmed the creature. Shrieking angrily, the shadow snake
recoiled, released Lily's leg and slithered off into the woods.

Dazed, Lily dragged herself into the house.
Looking back at the open door, she saw the two orbs of light
shimmer into the shape of two men. They were so beautiful to Lily,
who had not seen anything but the lifeless, gray world for so long.
Their skin, like iridescent porcelain, glowed from the inside out.
Their souls shone brightly from behind ocean blue eyes.

She smiled weakly at them and nodded a
heartfelt thank you. She then tried to stand up and discovered that
she could not move her leg. Lily looked at her calf and foot,
surprised to see they were charcoal black. What little energy Lily
had left began to seep slowly out of her ghostly body, she
struggled to remain conscious.

Outside, the young men still stood there,
looking as though they wanted to speak with her. She heard voices
in her head and tried to focus on their words. They seemed to be
trying to speak with her telepathically, but she felt too weak.
Closing her eyes, she lay her head down on the floor and rested.
Eventually the world faded into a senseless blur.

Synthesis

“Why exactly do I need a weapon? I mean, can
the dark energies hurt me?” David asked Michael as he prepared
himself for another round of energy manifestation.

Sighing deeply, the large angel appeared to
be deciphering the best way to deal with this topic. “Energy cannot
be created nor destroyed, correct?” Michael stated logically and
David nodded. “Energy can be altered though. Whether it is
amplified or compressed, it can change states of being.” Michael
stood up and waved his hands in the air, creating a holographic
depiction of energy frequencies. Colored spheres of light danced in
the air in front of David.

Some of the spheres shone bright, like
condensed balls of energy. They made David think of stars, at least
what they might look like up close.

Some of the energy formations Michael had
produced looked dark and heavy, like storm clouds on Earth,
pregnant with precipitation.

“If you were to blend two different paint
colors together, what happens?” Michael asked of David.

“Well, usually they form another color.”
David answered.

“Yes, red and yellow makes orange. Blue and
red makes purple. Right?” Waving his hands again, orbs of bright
colors danced in mid-air.

The red and yellow orbs slowly came toward
one another, and then merged together. At first, the two colors
swirled separately, like a red and yellow lollipop. Then the two
fused together, creating a bright orange sphere.

Next, the blue and red orbs gravitated
towards one another and effortlessly combined to form purple.

Smiling at the graphic representation, David
nodded in understanding.

“Now, the color black.” Michael said, as he
manifested a new three dimensional hologram in the air. A large jet
black orb hung in the air while all the colors of the rainbow
appeared in a circle around the black sphere. Watching them, David
thought the whole ensemble looked like a new version of the solar
system.

The red orb moved first toward the dark
sphere, the fiery shade spiraled into the pitch, and then was
completely devoured by blackness. Next, the yellow orb edged into
the black abyss, only to meet the same fate. Again and again, the
colors were consumed by the dark, leaving no trace of their
previous existence.

When all the colored orbs were gone, the
large black sphere hung alone in the air. Looking directly at it,
its presence was ominous. It resembled a gaping black hole, ready
to consume anything that dare enter its territory.

With another wave of his hand, Michael
produced a pulsating white orb next to the black predator. The
intensity of the white light was nothing less than spectacular. On
Earth, it might have hurt David's eyes to stare into the center of
this splendor.

David had sudden anxiety when he thought of
the fate of the beautiful ball of light.

Moving toward one another, the perimeters of
the white sphere and black sphere merged. Fusing, the two colors
churned together, forming a single, new sphere. David waited for
the swirling shades of dark and light to fade to black, but
surprisingly, the color settled to a muddy gray shade.