Spirituality Information Journey In The Fields Of Forever Part 57

Spirituality Information Journey In The Fields Of Forever Part 57



“Just a​ little of​ this and some of​ that,” he replied with a​ teasing smile.

“And how do you two know each other, Matthias? I thought Gideon had very few friends,” I kidded.

“He has friends all over the cosmos,” Matthias replied.

“He and I have had quite some adventures together. We go way back. It’s a​ long story.”

Gideon laughed and announced in​ a​ matter-of-fact manner, as​ if​ he were telling me about the weather, “Matthias is​ what you’d call an​ angel, John. He’s on a​ short visit here . . . .”

“An angel? You’re an​ angel, Matthias?” I asked in​ disbelief.

“Oh yes,” he said, “I’ve always been an​ angel. I’m sure you’ve met others like us. It’s great when assignments bring me this way. I don’t get to​ see Gideon and Marla too often.”

“You know Marla, too?”

“Who doesn’t?” he replied.

“But you aren’t dressed like an​ angel,” I said.

“They call him,” said Gideon, “the Angel with the Golden Wings. Show him your golden wings, Matthias.”

I knew they were enjoying seeing me so confused. as​ I watched, Matthias pulled up his left sleeve to​ reveal a​ bracelet. On the bracelet was a​ charm — a​ pair of​ little gold wings, the kind you might find at​ any good jewelry store. “These are my golden wings, John, a​ left-over from the old days when everyone expected us to​ have large feathery wings that flapped as​ we flew. it​ was quite a​ dumb idea because the stupid things would go unstable at​ high speed and,had it​ not been for our celestial flight mechanisms, you’d literally have seen many falling angels. But what can I say? The people expected us to​ have wings, so wings we had. Now I carry my wings on this bracelet as​ a​ reminder that if​ the Chief wanted me to​ have birds’ wings, He would have made me a​ bird.”

“He means every word of​ it​ John,” said Gideon.

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