Black wings no matter have magnificent they appeared turned heads all over the world. As a result, I quickly learned how to retract my wings into my back. The first few attempts were followed by body-numbing pain. Then with practice, it slowly changed into discomfort.
Changing my appearance by glamour took me years to learn. During that time I avoided humans except for Halloween. I refused to part from my sword and so encounters with law enforcement were as common as breathing. An angel without their weapon was like a newborn pup, blind and helpless against bigger predators.
With my newest transformation, I began to traverse the Earth, blending in among the humans that father loved so dearly. I increasingly stalked random humans in an attempt to find out the secret behind their greatness. I refused to believe that father left us for these sniveling creatures with dull lives and violent personalities. It was sad that even as a fallen angel I searched for a valid reason explaining father’s abrupt departure.
Throughout the centuries I consciously undertook a self-assigned mission of meeting various human leaders, whether they were pure of heart or submerged in sin. I desired to find the different shades of grey which painted the world. Each individual I meet left a lasting impression on my perception of humanity. I made my way through the different time periods meeting millions of humans, a few noteworthy humans were: Buddha, Julius Caesar, the Shinsengumi, Joseph Stalin, Chief Powhatan and even various Dalai Lamas.
Despite all the sinful people I encountered, the peace-loving advocates were the ones who bestowed me with the greatest information on God and humanity as a whole. During the time I spent with Buddha, I learned the value of meditation and reflection. He saw the fire burning within me and said, “You will not be punished for your anger, you will be punished by your anger.” At the time, his words went over my head. In a sense, I was still new to dealing with emotions. I could barely comprehend my own mood swings, and I refused to believe that a human could know me better than I knew myself. And so I cast his words to the wind and dubbed him a lonely old coot. (go into a story about how the lesson was learned)
The knowledge I gained from Buddha was the catalyst to my desire of talking with the Dalai Lamas. Once again I was presented with expressions of wisdom, which incited more reflection and meditation. From these astute men I learned, “when a person thinks everything is going wrong, something wonderful happens in his life.”
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