Experiment 98 Archangel Sandalphon

[145.20] Dreamweaver - age 13

\\ The two girls with gossamer-feathered wings sat next to her. They beckoned her to look at the painting on her bedroom wall at the foot of her bed. It was an abstract piece swirling with darkness and specks of light. It was thickly framed with a golden mosaic. She gazed deeply into that window of creation. The wall panel silently moved outwards to reveal a passageway. Follow us, they cajoled as they tucked their wings behind them and entered the hole in the wall.

\\ They arrived in another hidden room, linked from beyond the castle walls and past the woods. Another child lived here. He was not there. We have to find him, they told her. His room had a similar painting at the foot of his bed. Above his bed hung another art piece in layered in gold, a prayer she recognized. She had one too. “Here lies the firstborn.”

\\ The girls with the wings helped her down the tunnels and ladders. Each step lit by the girls’ auras. A broken ladder step required a different method to cross it. The last rung of each ladder presented a different path to navigate. She jumped deftly into each new challenge.

\\ The last ladder which they glided down on opened up to a mass of other beings. They caught the girls with wings but paid her no attention. It was a risk the two girls took. You have to find him, they implored. She watched in silent horror as the beings hacked away at the girls’ beautiful wings from their shoulder blades. Thick maroon blood like satin flowed down their backs and cocooned them partially. They seemed changed somehow, alive but soulless now.

\\ The beings ignored her completely. How could she find the boy in this mess? She had to try. She struggled to move around the seething environment of bodies. They moved out of her path but neither helped nor hindered. This other world was used to hide the firstborn. He was somehow important to those girls with wings. Her attention was drawn to a meowing sound. A baby swaddled and left on the side of a rocky ledge; a baby boy.

\\ No being seemed to notice them as she carried him up. The baby seemed pacified in her presence. How do I get back? She had to find a way to the tunnels. Someone would help bring them home if she could only remember the crumbs of the way back. She could not think or feel here, she had to trust that her feet knew which way.

\\ She spotted the two girls, they looked different but they had wings again – different butterfly-like wings. They had to convince the driver that they were the real thing to take them back into the tunnels. The driver was a colourful entity. They gave him a quick hug as was the custom. That hug was all it took for the entity to recognize that the girls were changed. The entity looked at the girl with the baby; Come with me now. She obeyed.

\\ There was an explosion once the entity had led the girl with the baby away. From afar, she saw a flock of shimmering lights accompanying a dark-skinned female with flame-like wings. She was beautiful; she is Malkuth, a guardian of the flock of the angelic gossamer flames. She smiled at the girl with the baby boy; Follow the entity and you will be home soon. The dark lady bowed to the entity who nodded in return.

\\ The entity enveloped the girl with the baby in folds of sparkling colours as they lifted off that world into another. It seemed they tumbled through so many directions and dimensions. The girl could not tell if they were really moving or just stationary and watching the seasons fly by. The baby was contented asleep and completely trusting of being there. Where are we going, the girl finally asked. The entity looked at her using a form she could recognize, a male figure holding them close with what she perceived to be part arms and part wings. Home.