A man does not always choose what his guardian angel intends.
Thomas Aquinas ( 1225-1274 )
Michael looked at the seal glowing in his hands, cloaked in a fiery wind, his wings ablaze slowly turning into ashes – a reversed Phoenix; howbeit, he was static, nothing less than a mirror of the wasted, by humans, gifts of free will and love.
His brothers came to mind, The Healing God (RaphaEl), My strength is God (GabriEl)… it seems that in naming Heaven bestowed a final trial upon them; a hidden in plain sight display of the never ending workings of temptation, even in the presence of absolute… MiKha’El ?( Who is like God ?)
” Heavens, for how long must I be by the side of your creation who in thousands of earthly years showed nothing but contempt for the first and last freedom ” silently cried out the empyrean Archangel as a tear fell from his face.
MiKha’El ? echoed from the seal, a moment when all motion seized to exist, all but the waves of Her voice ” Michael… it is time ” .
The scripts say that the Father will ordain the break of the last seal but it will be the Mother who will allow it, not out of anger for the sorrow humans still give birth to but of compassion for the Angel’s anguish.
For Her love of one cannot be built upon the agony of another; ” It is time ” She said to Michael, “No more tears, my son “.
A sculpture created in 2018, Driftwood, clay on river rock, 39 cm x 24 cm – titled “MiKha’El “
BY THE COMPANY OF WARRIORS I KEEP
Spira / Nick © November 2022