The place that Gabriel has is up in the mountains somewhere. It's not really a house so much as a room, rather spartan. But there's a bed and couches and a large shelf of books of all sorts of random things that caught his interest. On one wall is a rack of weapons, all well taken care of but unused. Why would one need a weapon when one has a ( Read more... )

Can angels get depressed? Because I think I am.

There were places where only Angels dare to tread. But those were only places where only Angels could tread. And then there were places between places where Angels didn't like to tread because Angels liked things neat and between places was not at all neat ( Read more... )

I seem to be giving out feathers like candy to small children. Not that I mind when they go to good people. But I always wonder, worry about what if they fall into the wrong hands.

Speaking of which, Mel, when you have a moment?

I have not been been on here for a while. Busy I suppose. Or perhaps just nothing to say. I can not say that my life has been as interesting as other people's. Or even other me's. Perhaps I am just boring. That is quiet possible, I think.

Near the begining, as near as one can ever get to a beginning a man was given a test of faith: Sacrifice his favorite son because his God demanded it. Without question and with complete trust the man went to do so. Just as the knife was to touch the boy, the man was told that he shouldn't and that he had past the test of faith. The son was spared ( Read more... )

I have found some distressing things since going into the Nexus. I think the most distressing things are people who have claimed to have killed their creator. I find it... distressing and at the same time confusing. How can you kill that which is unkillable? That which is everywhere? In everything? To effectively do that you would have to destroy ( Read more... )

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It is the beginning of a new year for some people. I always found it amusing. They all resolve to make themselves better and do new things, but they stay to the same old and familiar routines.

I never thought I would meet an alternate reality version of myself. I have met the Christian Gabriel several more times that I would care to have. I do not like him. Or her. Maybe an It? I really can not tell. He is the Angel of Mercy instead of Judgement (who is Michael.) For us, it is reversed. I find the lily quite silly ( Read more... )