I didn’t know what they were called at the time, but the Seraphim Angels had felt my pain and blanketed me in their presence. Our wings slowed to a gentle glide, soaring above All that Is. Our breath carried us on the wind. Seraph Adalian spoke “We are the Seraphim angels. Some call us the Burning Ones. We feel your pain and we know the other side of it. Know this young One – the kingdom of God is not one that has no suffering. It’s one where we make good use of suffering to create compassion and understanding.” Find purpose in the pain.

I’m not actually convinced the seraph spoke a word. It’s more as if the angel blew into the Wind and the words came to me as if whispered by a Buddhist monk. I understood the logic of it, but emotional energy was still pulsating through my core looking for somewhere to go. I was beginning to realize we must learn to carry both the suffering and the happiness – Interbeing. We can not think “unless I get rid of this pain, I won’t be happy.” Instead, we must think “it is because of the pain, I understand what true happiness is.” I imagined the teacher at the whiteboard, calmed by the magnitude of those who had come before me.

As I felt my heart beat in motion with the Seraphim, the water turned into a wave of Love and Faith. Everyone started to calm. The rootlessness of the Land and the People started to heal as they realized their roots lead to each other. Just as a trees’ roots spread and branch underground and connect them all, so are our roots bound and connected with all around us – Unicity.

The river between the canyon walls flowed with light. It shone from and on every surface, making it hard to see any one specific part of it. The air became the water. The water became the land. The light restored health and calm to all it touched. I was right. I didn’t deserve this. No one did. No one deserved anything. The bad. The good. No less, no more than anyone else did. We were all in it together.

I didn’t know what the next chapter had in store. There were no words yet to describe it. New pronouns had yet to be created and new thoughts had yet to be formed. But I had flown with the Seraphim Angels and experienced the magic of creation. I knew I was connected to everyone and everything in the entire Universe. Intimately and continuously. Forever. Beyond the bounds of space and time. I could reach anyone who Loved me and anyone I loved. And nothing anyone did would change that. What more could One ask for?

Well maybe one thing. Wings. And I had gotten those too. I didn’t deserve any of the Blessings I received in this book either. I had met fascinating characters across generations of lifetimes. Treasured glimpses of Creation’s most fascinating spirits. I hadn’t gotten it all right this time around. And Life hadn’t turned out how I had thought. But oh what a ride. I knew I would see my parents and new friends in dreams for now. Maybe even in person some day. In fact, I was pretty sure I already had. Which is why I missed them so much. I smiled. “What do I have to look forward to next time?” I wondered.

Certainly not, nor will it ever be…
The End 

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