The Council never wanted me and Emit together, doubly infuriated to learn we've had gifted biological children to add to our equally gifted shelter kids; too much concentration of loose, unknown gifts, they say.
In deep forest cover, I stand still and focus on Emit, our early days together, he's rarely home with me, and I a feeler bound to a physical place with the Council furious breathe on me couldn't stand it.
They even know the exact page/s of a book I was reading, and whether or not I missed a bath, and they would drop hints to let me know. And in my head, I'd play a song "I'll be watching you, every breath you take, every step you make," something like that by the artist called the Police, I think. (Ok, I've got to plot the core sheet arrangement next time for the kids, they've advanced enough and actively participating on the Build & Improve as interpreted, besides it's a great way to remind them of shift watch assignments-- as mini good cops. And to turn an unpleasant surveillance into a joyful teaching moment.
But Emit says to stop crazy thinking of teleport, which I didn't yet have nor regain my half-bodied feathery wings, "use your present gifts and call on your angels ancestors"
In deep trance, I pray in the Christian tradition, calling on my heavenly angels, the saints I remember, the archangels, spice with all the love feelings I can muster
Clouds of emerald green, white light and huge wings embrace me all at once, I feel on, Emit and I kissing on the beach at sunrise, my own cream feather wings flap open, my body intact, no searing pain separating me
"Geysa, you're a capable loving being, we're just a thought away to help" the giant Angel tells me, he's incredibly handsome and luminescent, peaceful and calming all at once
Speechless, I follow his lead, along with more angels flying with us, a completely strange sensation of whole body flight; Emit's in my thought, he whispers sweet nothings, caressing me and giving gentle back massage, showing off his space craft outfitted with rose petals spa-- he needs all the tight space he can get, this is so out of character to do so
We zoom fastest, the angels disappearing, before long, it's just me and Emit playing in my head, lit by purple, pink, red and orange galactic lights
"You're almost here," keep going, he assures me
Way to go mom, our kids cheer on, I never knew their range of abilities till we all faced and escaped an unknown danger. I shudder at the thought, had we confronted the dangers what would they show, could I risk their lives? I want a childhood of love and peace for them.
Emit's bear hug squeeze me tight, we kiss hungrily, whispering our vows. For now, nothing else matters, dangers disappear.
As if reading my mind, Emit tells me we would get our summer residence back, on the beach, atop the mountains with all of our kids, their gifts and Emit's technology as a force for good. Despite his seemingly brute manners, he genuinely looks out for everyone in his care.
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