Angel Messenger

What happens on the other side? I can't tell you how many times a day I receive this question. I'm one of many angels. In order to tell you how I do my job, I have to tell you the stories of the many lost souls I see every day.

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7. Desiree

 

I run to the other doors just in time to see them open and hear Erica’s close. A woman with dark toned skin walks through them and her short hair black hair, stops just an inch from where it starts. It curls in a soft style around her head giving her a natural look. She walks down the stairs confidently and with certainty.


“Welcome, Desiree.” I offer with a smile. She looks at me with a certain air of distaste before sighing.

“I was hoping a family member would greet me here. But I guess you‘ll do. Where do I go from here or what do I have to do?” She asks almost knowingly. I let this sink in for a moment as this is a new reaction to me.

“There‘s a job you have to do before you continue on. Would you be willing to help?” I ask with genuine curiosity. She sighs but nods.


I walk toward my podium and when I reach it, she stays behind.

“You must get sick of looking at this everyday.” She says, looking around my area in a small circle. I give a small laugh and answer,

“To some it might be hard to swallow. But I enjoy it. Every morning I see the sun rise and the day progress, before the clouds disappear and I‘m left with stars.” with no hitch in my response. She turns to look at me with a skeptical look. As though she were trying to see if I’m being serious.


“Why don‘t you close your eyes and picture where you‘re the most happiest.” I respond with a smile. After I grab the note from her file I walk out from behind my podium. She clears her throat to hide her irritation and does as I suggest. Her face seems more gentle when her picture begins to form.

Around me the clouds disappear and everything slowly goes dark. The entire room is pitch black and I can’t see an inch in front of me…..then the light begins. Slowly the sky begins to develop small lighted stars and the planets are easier to see. The constellations begin to form and the stars brighten before she opens her eyes and gasps in delight.


“I can‘t believe it.” She says in utter shock. I smile and look to her.

“My room is indeed the best one to have.” I say without spite. Her eyes find mine in the illuminated darkness and I see her nod. We stand under the stars for a moment longer in silence before I remind her of the work ahead.


“He‘s a hard nut to crack. But I‘d like to think you‘re capable of helping him.” I say as she ascends the stairs. 

“What do I have to do exactly?” She asks.

“Give him the advice he needs, not what he wants to hear and stay true to your beliefs. Don‘t let his change yours.” I advise. She nods curtly and I remind her of the rules I gave all the others before her, while reminding her not to say who she is or where she’s from. I watch her leave and when the doors close I’m left with the stars.

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