Ambrosia tongue and lips of cream, he spoke into her neck, for you are one amongst the angels, yet on Earth we meet to please.

And you are one of few from Hell to drink life from Heaven’s lips, she breathed into his ear, yet here you are in Earthly state, your ashy breath upon my neck from coals within your soul.

From anger comes the most of me, yet you have tamed the fire. The lie slid easily from within his black velvet lips, and she took it as the truth.

Temptations melt my rationale, and sin is almost won. Heaven makes us strong of heart, but by evil that’s undone. His glistening horns against her cheek, rubbed flesh and blood unopened as her thoughts ran through peach lips.

Then let evil come inside of you. Unbolt your chains to men; unclasp your hand around the rope that tethers you to mortal dominance, and come with me instead. A curtain of red satin wing unfolded accrossed his back. Hell will offer more to you than ever Heaven will. You’ll have more fun with me if only in the moment. Those of sin with eyes of red wield temptation charmingly. His smile curled most gingerly acrossed his chalk white teeth, the only pure and sinless spot upon his sinful being.

Her eyes were now cast upward where, accrossed the domed and painted ceiling, a display of half-naked child-men lay calmly in the clouds, and women robed indecently in cottons of light blues and reds stared down at her with broken eyes and with hearts made flesh and bone.

She closed her eyes and made her choice, evil easier than good. She spread her arms and wailed to him, be done, my love, let evil through. Turn inside out my soul. From tired eyes I see my past and in it future too. Set free from me a path of new. Show me the ways of Hell. Let Heaven be one angel less, for I need not ambrosia tongue or lips of cream as only angels have.

Her wings of white and golden silk spread out as if a bird’s. Her eyes glanced up once more farewell; regret, her last goodbye.

The demon-man showed no more teeth of white, instead just claws stained red. One hand held firm her neck; the other had a single claw pressed up against her skin. From forehead down to jaw then neck, his claw made an incision. From there he went along her side and ended at her feet. His hand let go of neck, and he told her now to shed.

Her face more more pale than minutes passed, she pinched the edges of her skin. She peeled it off amidst her screams and was left bloody, red, and raw. The demon-man now brought her close and drove horns into her skull.

The woman now had no ambrosia tongue nor had she lips of cream, just angry thoughts of vengeance cruel and coal flaming from within. And from that time she’s wielded lies and charmed more angels into sin to satisfy her anger at the one who stole heaven from her hands.

Because they hide it from the eyes of all living and kept secret from the birds flying around in the sky? Destruction and Death say, ‘We have heard a rumor about it with our ears.’ God understands its way, and he knows its place.

It is 0500 hours the following day since losing Major Kim, Lt. Commander Ballinger, the three tunnel rats Lt. Chang, Sargent Lim, Corporal Chun, all seasoned combat veterans.

A ministering spirit from the heavenly host arrived to meet Watchers: Nanael, as Ansiel, Tobel, and Haziel. The Watcher Angels of a high order surround Tom, Jamar, Jake, and Zeke in the flight office with the door lock. Their team is in sincere prayer for the families of the USKF/ROK servicemen who had lost their lives on the last mission. Their eyes are full of tears, Zeke says, “family, and friends are dying, and I don’t know what to do?”

Vetis a Demon of Corruption assigned to destroy Zeke. Vetis has orders from the Adversary who will use all his resources to stop Zeke from searching for the Holy Name of God. The Adversary does not want to lose to God; God of all creation knows Zeke will not give up. Vetis convinced the Adversary Satan he knows better than God. Vetis enters the room, making a suggestion in Zeke’s soul to give up, or many more will die because of him. Vetis places guilt before Zeke to corrupt his relationship with God Almighty. Vetis knows the Angels cannot interfere, but only watch Zeke; they can only prevent the Demon from taking his life.

A heavenly creature of fire presents a message from the heavenly host to Nanael. This battle is just the beginning of fighting for these men. Thomas Van Dias selected because of his fervent love for God to mentor Zeke. Zeke is the youngest member of the team, only seventeen. Jamar sent to open Zeke’s eyes to the truth of God and the study of the Torah. Jake and Zeke both have a deep need for the facts to understand the mystery of a future event. Help is on the way I have sent James and Sam, who are traveling with my cover of safety. Warrior Angels Cerviel and Ramiel will be their guard as they go. The Mystery at the time has not yet arrived for Zeke and Jake to understand the battles of their Devine appointment in the future.

Tom goes to Zeke and puts his arm around him for comfort as Jake does the same. Jamar opens his Bible and starts reading: “Teach me your way, Adonai; lead me on a level path because of my enemies -; don’t give me up to the whims of my foes; for false witnesses have risen against me, also those who are breathing violence. If I hadn’t believed that, I would see Adonai’s goodness in the land of the living... Put your hope in Adonai, be strong, and let your heart take courage! Yes, put your hope in Adonai!

Jamar puts his Bible down and comes over to Zeke and places his hand on him. The men begin praying over Zeke. At this moment, all the men’s hearts become one as Holy Spirit fills the room. It gives Jamar a prophetic word: Belt’shatzar, chief of the magicians! Because I know that the spirit of the holy gods is in you, and no mystery is too difficult for you, tell me the meaning of the visions I saw in my dream.

Then a word of knowledge comes from Tom, “In these words: “Blessed be the name of God from eternity past to eternity future! For wisdom and power are his alone; he brings the changes of seasons and times; he installs and deposes kings; he gives wisdom to the wise and knowledge to those with discernment. He reveals deep and secret things; he knows what lies in the darkness, and light dwells with him.”

Then Jake prompted by the spirit and says, “May Adonai our God be with us, as he was with our ancestors. May he never leave us or abandon us. In this way, he will incline our hearts toward him, so that we will live according to his ways and observe his mitzvot, laws, and rulings, which he ordered our fathers to obey.”

Zeke replies, “The answer to our mystery and it will be revealed in the battles ahead through history of our ancestors!”

It was now 0600 hours, the P.A. System a voice calling, “All personnel report for Mail call and roll call in front of the theater As Soon As Possible.” Information, the crews of 064 Tomahawk, are to report to the theater for a briefing after mail call. Mail call was given, and Jake receives a letter from James and Sam:

Dear Jake,

Sam and I are on our way to Korea, and we have some critical information for you and Zeke. We will be staying at the Seoul Walker Hill hotel. Will remain in Seoul till we meet, Then we will be going to London, England.

Jake let Zeke know that we have located Mr. G. Williams Son and Daughter – Robert John Williams & Kimberly Karen Williams.

Also, it has information that witchcraft may be involved with Bradshaw City; this is very critical information I found in Mr. G’s journals.

Hope to see you soon your brother in Christ Jesus,

James Horn

Special operations USFK Colonel Scott DE Vibiss holds the briefing because of the deaths of Major Kim and Lt. Commander USN and three tunnel rats: Lt. Chang, Sargent. Lim, Corporal Chun, along with the five casualties, one ROK and four USFK Servicemen. “All communication is censored and monitored for the ‘Mudflats Operations team.’ A strict enforcing of the gag order is in place because of the nature of the mission, which is “Top Secret.” Also, be advised Secret Military funerals... High Security will be held for the Korean and American USFK servicemen in Yongsan Korea Military base. I will turn this briefing over to Chaplin Bower, who will also be attending the funeral. The crews of 064, 327, will also participate.

Chaplin Bowers continues the briefing, “First of as a Chaplin now assigned to the Mudflats operation, I am here to give counsel and spiritual advice and encouragement. The Army is a family, and we take care of our own. Your mental, physical, and spiritual wellbeing are essential to keep you safe on your mission here in Korea. I will make myself available to all of you during your stay in Korea. The Military protocol for this event is as follows: Military dress Uniforms, the crews of 064, and 327 will attend. Also, be advised US Army Gen. Donald V. Bennett, Rear Adm. Henry S. Morgan, Jr. and Korean General Chun Doo-Hwan and Roh Tae-woo will attend the military service. Pastor David Yonggi Cho is a South Korean Christian minister. He is the founder of the Yoido Full Gospel Church, the world’s largest congregation, and the Widow Mrs. Kim (Choi Yoon Ha), also in attendance. The operation and mission will not be discussed with anyone attending or among your selves, this must be fully understood. If, for some reason that you need to leave or have difficulty during the Ceremony, you will contact me at once. After the service, there will be a reception for all the officers. All civilians and enlisted personnel will be escorted to a dining area where I will be available for any and all questions. Once the Officers join us, we will eat after I give an invocation. It will be at this time USFK/ROK will honor the widow of Major Kim and the families of the Republic of Korea service members.”

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The angels are too pure

enough to blind you.

Devils are too dark

enough to kill you.

They both live out of reach.

Angels in the clouds

enough to bless you.

Devils in fires,

enough to burn you.

Angels sing so sweetly,

enough to defen you.

Devils screaming below,

enough to break you.

Angels are innocent,

enough to redeem you.

Devils are clever,

enough to defile you.

Angels and devils are closer than you think.

I decided on wearing my dark indigo sweater and my new jeans I shoplifted from the small designer boutique downtown to meet Brad, my new friend from work. My top left shoulder near my neck twinged and I felt the weight of my bad demon. She whispered in my ear, "those jeans were so over priced and the owner lady is loaded--two houses, a new Cadillac and an antique 5 ct diamond on her wrinked old finger-- you deserve to have nice expensive things to and there just jeans."

She shifted her weight abruptly and almost made me tip over. To help balance myself, the angle on my right shoulder near the other side of my neck, evened me out. I stood up straighter and stronger. She was dressed in a white dress and looked like a younger verison of me, before I met my demon.

"My lovely," my angel spoke softly, "did you really need those jeans? Couldn't we have gone to the thrift store you love across from Starbucks? Just because someone apprears to have money, like the owner of that shop, doesn't make it okay to steal. You don't know her story."

My left shoulder became hot and the demon who looked like an elegent older verison of me, yelled, "SHE WANTED THE JEANS. THE OWNER IS LOADED--HAS EVERYTHING SHE WANTS. MIND YOUR BUSINESS GOODY GUMDROP." Then popped off the top of my left shoulder, making me wobble to the right trying to catch my balance. My angel floated above my right ear and whispered, "you need to do the right thing," as she disapeared.

I looked at my cell phone for the time and I only had 15 minutes to get to coffee house to meet Brad. I smoothed my hands over my curly brunette hair and sprayed a fragrance called, "Vanilla Dreams" over my indigo sweater.

I told myself walking to my car that I would return the jeans somehow after my date.

"They look so good on you," my pressuring demon said. "You need to pay for them or return them. A money order that you slip into her store's mail box--if you're worried about her pressing charges... " my glowing angel said.

All I can think about is Brad...I'll deal with it after my date, I say to myself as I find a corner booth and sit down. While I wait, my mind races and guilt seeps in. I think about giving that store $200 dollars for these jeans, simply stuffing money into an evelope and putting in her mail slot. I wouldn't get in trouble and I could keep the jeans. It would make things tight for the month and I'd have to eat hotdogs and noodles for the next four weeks. "Ugh," I groan.

A man's deep voice broke my train of thought, "I just walked in and I hear a ughhhh from you? That's not a good sign," he chuckled.

The barista refills our drinks as we are planning our next date, dinner at his favorite Mexican place. Paying for jeans pops in and out of my head. I am torn.

Brad pays and we walk out into the sunlight. He leans over to say goodbye and give me a hug. He tells me that loves my jeans and asks if they were new. I ask him why, and he said, "Just curious. My mom owns a smal shop downtown that I think sells those. I help her unload boxes every week." I tell him that I have been in his mom's store a few times. He nods and tells me I have good taste. I smile and tell him I can't wait until Saturday to go to dinner. He winks and heads down the street to his new black Lexus.

I pull into the open drive-through spot at the bank and withdrawl $200 from my account. I remove the bills, fold them in half and find a ziplock bag that held some stale potato chips, which I dump out in an old take-out bag. I write a note and explain I had a lapse in judgement and I took a pair of pants and put inside the baggy. I run some errands and google what time Brad mother's store closes, 5:00 pm. I wait until 6 pm and walk up to her mail slot and drop in the money and note. I head home. I feel my right shoulder tickle and I know I did the right thing.

Saturday evening, my door bell rings and I welcome Brad in. I am straving and can't wait for this meal. Brad smells of cologne and his hair was just cut. "You look great! I love your hair this way." He winks at me. He holds up an aqua blue bag with his mom's store name printed on it. "For you," he said. I take it and look inside. "I guessed on your size and my mom helped me pick out a few things. I hope you like them."

I am speechless. There are beautiful skirts and blouses and a gray sweater. "Thank you so much Brad." He winked at me and said there is a lot more than that coming my way."

We walked off my porch, hand in hand.

She lay there 

in the mists grass 

shot down like the Others

He stayed looking up asking the skies 

from what it looked like cries 

of a heart bursting out of the rage we say to be hell 

He is no Demond 

and She wasn't like the others

She just took the wings 

so he shot her down 

- gorgeously she fell to the ground 

...the archangel

to archangel...

a scuicide mission?

To share what is theirs.

The Secrets water of life 

Rightfully so

Bits and peices of drip-drop drips down the river - and they don't care.

12:43am 1/25/21