Monday, March 29, 2010

Midnight Meeting on the Lake

Peter approaches The Great Being on the water in front of Aunt Nancy's cottage.

"You've done well my child," The Great Being communicates to Peter, who hovers a few inches above the still lake. Purple light flows from out of The Great Being to every orifice in the sky and extends beyond the limits of our Universe. Night embarks on the lake and the raccoons mill about in the night; more concerned with scavenging for scraps from area cottages, than witnessing a great conversation.

"Thank you," Peter says and bows his head gracefully. "We are only at your service."

"She sleeps peacefully," The Great Being says and approaches the other two entities hovering above the middle of the lake. Pink light flows out of her, through the forest and extends into every living organism in the water.

She continues, "George is keeping a careful watch on her. She is safe for the time being."

The Great Being swirls in both its forms around Peter before continuing; "We are giving you another Angel to help with your watch."

Peter bows his head in acknowledgment. The clouds above them part open and on a translucent beam invisible to the human eye, a female Angel floats down to join them above the water in the middle of the lake. A loon catches this -- stares for a brief moment, and then continues about its business.

"Deandra, welcome." says Peter and greets her with a big smile.

"It's good to see you," she says as she floats above the still lake; blonde angelic hair cascading around her shoulders.

"Deandra has chosen not to return to human form." says the Great Being, "she feels she can be of more use to the cause in her natural state."

"Excellent." remarks Peter as both he and Deandra float back towards Aunt Nancy's cottage to rejoin George.

"George will be very pleased to see you," says Peter.

"Indeed," smiles Deandra as they pass over the boat house and float purposefully towards a bedroom on the third floor, unnoticed by most of the creatures in the area; except for the fact that the air is at peace and the leaves on the trees whisper rumours of their presence.