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.


5. Nathanuel


As I walk back to my podium with a wide smile, I hear something light whoosh down behind me. In confusion I turn and look to see, only to be face to face with a floating pink envelope. It glows so intently I am almost fearful to bring it down. But once I do it no longer shines and I open the parcel. Inside is a pink paper with the words,

‘Be careful with distance and emotions my child. Remember you’re an angel, not mortal.’ my cheeks match the paper as I fumble with putting it away. I start to question how he’d know, but remember he is the almighty God and it is part of his job to know what happens everywhere around him.

I tuck the envelope in between my files and open my next client folder. He seems to be late but looking at the time tells me that isn’t so. I notice a note scribbled in the corner by his photo and nod to myself before walking over to the stairs by the arrival doors. Bringing my hands together I await his arrival and feel the doors open before I hear him.

“Nathanuel de bienvenido.” I greet, taking in his tan skin with forming wrinkles and graying black hair. He offers me a grin with several teeth missing. As he descends the stairs, he takes my hand and kisses the back of it.

“Muchas gracias, senora usted es muy hermosa.” He compliments, releasing my hand and looking at his surroundings.

“Gracias, senor.” I respond with a soft tone. 

His eyes widen in amazement as he gazes at the colors in the clouds and sky. The yellow and bright white they’ve become now that it’s midday, bring him to smile widely. Smiling myself, I walk over and bring a hand to his temple. My fingertips run across it to his gray hairs as I say,

“Por favor, cierra los ojos y piensa en el hogar.” with a soft but clear voice. He looks to my face and grins at my gentle expression, before closing his eyes.

When he opens his eyes again he lets out a gasp and his left hand covers his mouth. His legs give out and he’s on his knees in an instant. His home surrounds him and the tall, tan clay houses surround us. The dirt road trails out in different directions between the houses. People with matching tan skin and dark features crowd the street dressed in bright colors. Adobe houses are adorned with streamers and homemade decorations. Nathanuel’s eyes well up with tears that cloud his vision before they brink over and fall down his cheeks. 

I kneel beside him and take his right hand. He grips onto mine tightly and looks at my face with an overjoyed expression. 

“Thank you.” He says, looking around him once more. Smiling, I stare at his face asking,

“Hay alguien necesita su ayuda. Iras?” he looks at my serious expression and nods.

“Si.” He agrees. With my help we stand and I lead him to my podium with his home slowing disappearing. 

Once I grab the post it from his file he takes it in his hand. I guide him to the other doors and we stand there as I explain the rules of his helping his person. Once I’m sure he understands I gesture to the double doors. While he ascends the stairs I hear him silently praying and watch him kiss the rosary hanging round his neck. With a soft sigh he nods and opens the door, crossing into the other side.

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