The Last Angel On Earth
Bio
Look up from the dirt of Earthstar & gaze into the starry world. Past fires that burn for eternity, filling rivers and lakes with our tears. Angels! Angels everywhere! Am I the last, or are you brave enough to join our freedom in the air?
Stories (4/0)
In the Streets, Screaming at Nothing
I watched an emotional movie yesterday about a boy with schizophrenia. They called it an illness in the movie but I know now what it really is. I used to think in black or white, 'this is really bad, hearing voices! I see terrible things that are not real!' Now understanding the truth leaves me a bit hopeful for our future. You see, If I were to speak to the right doctor he would diagnose me with this disorder. Luckily for me and my Divine protection, I spoke to a doctor who believes in me. Schizophrenia is an illness if you believe it to be so. Schizophrenia is a parasite of collective consciousness that attaches to a special person on a specific frequency. Schizophrenia is a biological weapon formed against special persons to invade their natural perceptions and twist their realities so they may live in fear then spreading that energy to those around them. Schizophrenia has many names in many ancient societies. It causes misunderstanding so great, we may just call it what happened at the Tower of Babel.
By The Last Angel On Earth 3 years ago in Psyche
Moonchild
She was born from water. Its depths and cold were her home. She was then plucked from the water and placed into fires. There she grew with the intensity to be free from the heat and find her own. She ran away with the wind and it carried her far up into the air. Looking down she fell and landed hard upon the earth. There she laid silent, nurturing her wounds from it all. She listened to the spirits of the world saying surrender, grow still. Her mind found a current and started to flow. The earth carried her, sweeping her back into the water where she remembered. . I'm home. I know!
By The Last Angel On Earth 3 years ago in Futurism
She Was Like The Tree
"So what makes you a good candidate for this job?" asked the interviewer named Paul. I inhaled and paused. All I could think of was how hideous and lazy his name was for a man so bland with his creepy smile. Paul's office smelled bad too. It was the horrible smell of someone's mystery leftovers microwaved in a crappy oven. So Paul looks bad and his whole essence reeks. I know I have misplaced anger, I am aware of this. It has hindered my growth in every way emotionally and subconsciously. I understand Paul hasn't done anything to warrant such a cruel and judgemental conception but for now, I think of a response. "I am an honest person which comes quite perfectly since I will be handling money. I am also a great communicator and team player. Also, I find I am good at anything if I am taught it well." I held back a smirk. I truly disliked this man. Maybe it was my intuition, I didn't hate everyone but those I had for reasons quite unknown, I believed deserved it. Paul smiled, "Very good answer." The interview was thankfully over. I shook his hand and left slowly making sure to take a look around on my way out. I grew up in this town my whole life and had never been here to its famous clock museum. I wondered if anyone at all came. Only one lady seemed to be there and she was working at the front desk. Paul had disappeared and I had some questions, but not for him. I quietly stood in front of the lady who was sneakily texting. I cleared my throat when a minute had passed and she hadn't noticed me. She looked up. "Shit, sorry!" she exclaimed and pulled out wireless earbuds which were hidden by her luscious brown curly hair. "No worries. I had a couple of questions." I say and look around. "How much do you get paid. For real." She smiles a bit. "Enough to do nothing all day. About 10 an hour after they take out all the taxes or whatever." I wonder if it's worth the walk to sit here six hours a day for ten dollars an hour. "Thanks," I say and turn. It was something to keep in mind. "Are you an artist or something?" she asks gesturing to my splattered jacket and handbag. "Yeah, something like that. A lot of my art is actually quite illegal," I say fidgeting with my red hat before putting it on. "That's awesome!" her face lit up. Then Skeletor returned, " I see you've met Lacey," he said with an odd expression. "I hope you both won't cause me any trouble." He laughed a bit uncomfortably for all of us. "Oh, so I guess I'll see you next week then, I can come in whenever you need me to." I perk up and demand a favorable response with my body language without breaking eye contact. "Uh, yes. You'll hear from me," he closes his creepy smile into a straight line. "See you around." I wave to Lacey as I walk out.
By The Last Angel On Earth 3 years ago in Horror
Obedient Brown Child
If you save yourself you save the world. These words burrowed deeply into my conscience. I had heard a similar message from my ancestors for many years now but was never ready until today. I heard them whisper in my ears. I saw flashes of their lights. I felt their strong and familiar presence. I messaged my lover, he hadn't always been faithful or dedicated. Now he listened with an open heart and would never hesitate again to follow me into the unknown. He knew I had an intuition gifted by the universe. It had saved our lives many times. I never left the house without it. It paired well with my iron will, which was handed down from generations of artists and healers. My family mainly consisted of women. Brown women who looked like me whom I would never meet on this physical plan always spoke to me. After finding myself through years of healing every kind of pain, I knew myself well. I sat in nature listening to their voices as they guided me to the light. To know oneself is the beginning of knowing one's origins. They dwelled by the ocean, warriors marching from promised land to promised land. Their message was clear tonight. "Do not eat flesh. It is cursed." Since I was never one to doubt myself, a power I also bestow on anyone I meet, I interpreted this message as a sign to stop eating meat. I didn't take to the streets to preach. I felt a need to share this message but I trusted only one to truly hear. He found it hard at first to stop. It was like he was addicted. I led by example and fed only on fruits and veggies. I hadn't been a big salad fan until these days called for it. No more dairy as well, I thought one day after indulging in cheese. One of my favorite of Earth's delicacies. It tore up my insides and the pain spread ever so slightly throughout my body clogging things up where I needed them to flow. "You will be rewarded." I heard my late grandmother Mary's voice. I needed to remind myself as soon as possible. I would get a piercing, all of my piercings had deeply spiritual meanings. This one would remind me to not eat meat no matter how tempting. I loved meat and more specifically spicy chicken sandwiches. I would not only need to faithfully follow the instructions of my ancestors but I would need to sacrifice something convenient and appealing to me. Abandon my way of life since I could chew. I offered a similar reward to my Lover. A heavy lover of art, he desperately longed for tattoo therapy. "We're really doing this! " he exclaimed.
By The Last Angel On Earth 3 years ago in Humans