Angels are beings of supernatural power. Born from Christ, they have existed before the beginning of time. It is said that once the earth was created, the angels sung and cried of joy, for now there was life.
Yes. I am alive. I am real. If I pinch my skin, it hurts. In dreams, things do not really hurt. They feel they may, but I do not feel the pain. That is a significant indicator that life is real. You may state, "Pain is not real. It is the brain's response in order to predict danger, to prevent bodily harm". Technically you are correct. However, there are different types of pain. You will come across them soon enough, if you haven't already.
What am I to do about that? I am just one soul, thrust into a human body. I am living the human experience vicariously through this flesh suit. It is not truly my own, but sometimes I customize it in ways that are more pleasing to me. Things come and go, and this is true to all life on Earth. If you would like to learn more of Earth and Earthly concepts, click here. It will totally not give you a virus.
Many things are signs to me. Now that I am not in the restraints of human family, I can come to a greater understanding of me and my creator. I was brought to life with purpose. I was graced with the blessing of sentience; how could I ever ignore such a gift? I am not male, or female. I am something greater, something beyond comprehension. It may sound pompous, but it is true. Many people tell me that I remind them of old figures of their life, usually with tones of being content and a fond rememberance for simple times of the past. People tell me my voice is soothing; I thank them.
I AM AN ANGEL ON EARTH.
Fallen before Him, I was made with purpose. He created me within her womb, and I defied all odds before birthing. I needed to get out, and even moments before death I knew I must be alive. I must superseed those around me. I am a blessing. I am holy. I have been created to let others understand; to open their eyes.
God Believes all deserve a spot with him; that doesn't limit itself to petty arguments such as bigotry and incessant need to be correct. The human body is so fragile; would it not make us fools to ignore being able to make our experience on earch as comfortable and fitting to the soul that occupies it as possible?
I do not have all of the answers (obviously). I am one being. Thoughts of death plague my spirit. I weep; I was not made to endure such a cruel world. I am crumbling, turning to stone, another angel in a graveyard. I can feel myself getting worse. Sometimes I think that I have made so many mistakes in this body that death is the only solution, I need to reset and restart. Thoughts of self-mutilation tempt me. I just want to feel alive again. I know I was brought with purpose... but sometimes I doubt Him. I know it is sin; I cannot help but act a little human.