“Holy Mother, pray for us, poor banished children of Eve.”

For my first submission to Vocal, and for my first impression to those that may lay eyes upon my material from this moment forward, I am going to tell a Story that has so many details, there is no way to include them all in this writing. The story will be used to convey a substrate, The foundation of the material I will be sharing. The story goes like this:

GAbove the Pagan wheel of the year is represented and it is now Midsummer, or as it's also known as "Litha". The summer solstice, that marks the longest day of the year.

One day back in 2017 on this sunny afternoon I was folding my clothes, when suddenly I felt that there was something special about me. And I kept thinking of the word, “Angel”. And I felt as if God was telling me to look up Earth Angel. So I got my phone and looked up Earth Angel. So I started reading the article and there it is. The article stated that if you’re an Earth Angel many people will say you look so young like way younger than your age. And I was like wow many people do tell me that I was shocked. Another thing is Earth Angels are very shy for no reason at all and that also defined me. So I just kept reading and reading getting more interested. And I read that Earth Angels need time and silence for it lifts their energy and makes them feel calmed like you’re in paradise. And I knew exactly what it meant. Like when I’m surrounded by a lot of people I go somewhere quiet because I feel so uncomfortable with so much negative energy around me so when I go somewhere quiet it restores and calms me. And there are many times when I feel very emotional because I’m sensative that’s another thing about us, we are very sensitive. Like I hear others say you sensative and I be like ok. I also read that we Earth Angels do not and i mean do not like crowds. I absolutely hate crowds. I don’t even see why people love being in them. But whatever lol. My point is no one actually knew that I’m an Earth Angel. People just look at me as this stuck up shy introvert. And they’re aren’t many Earth Angels out here. We are here to make the world a better place and help others as best as we can. And I’ve learned that when us Earth Angels give we don’t really receive anything back in return because we are to help others. But don’t get it twisted we are very blessed and I say that because I could’ve been dead or hurt by now but look im still here to this day. I have a mission to do on this Earth and that is to help others and make the world a better place and I truly want that. I pray that this world gets rained down with love and peace. I feel for others truly. And I love helping others. I even have a lot of people saying that I’m an angel for helping a lot of people. And I really am! But that day when i found out that Im one I kept saying to myself that I knew there was some special about me seriously and the whole time there is! I felt like a new person because I seen myself in a different perspective. But if you want to find out if you’re an Earth Angel too just look up this website and find out you’ll be amazed maybe we’ll be Earth Angel friends lol.

The story of Esther in the bible tells of a beautiful young woman who happened to find favour in the eyes of a King named Hegai, and became his Queen in return. What was unknown about Esther, however, was that she was a Jew, and when the rest of the Jews in the province were being subject to a plot that would destroy them all, she used her position to fight for her people and save them from this massacre.

This is too funny!

Growing up in the south is an unique experience. There are churches at every corner and shirts announcing bible passages. There are sometimes sign saying "God Loves You!" It's cute, but my point is that God is prevalent in the south. It is a way of life. Walk into any Hobby Lobby and see the quotes from the bible and hear the grandmothers talk about their church services and the scandalous things they have planned after like eating brunch at some cafe or Olive Garden.

[ An excerpt from my book, The Rise and Fall of the Nephilim ]

When I awoke, there was someone on the bed. I hadn’t slept too well and I mostly sensed the intruder’s presence by the pressure he applied on the box spring than by seeing who he was. Then my eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room, and I realized that it was God who had come to visit me. This put me in a kind a stupor. What was God doing near enough to me that I could touch whatever he used to cover himself, more like a drapery than anything sensible? He had plenty of beard and hair, both white. Still, he looked younger than me, all dressed up in one outfit the same color as my sheets.

Introduction

The soft light and cozy atmosphere of the tiny cafe warmed my spirit the moment I walked inside. The decedent sent of baked goods and roasting coffee made my mouth water in anticipation. I made a beeline for the order line and mused over all of my options.

I shivered at the checkout counter wishing the store owner would fix the heater. It had been broken for two weeks, but anytime I brought it up I would get the same annoyed look and told in the shrillest of tones to "bring my jacket" or "use my fat." Just because I wasn't a size 0 didn't mean I was fat. I actually had muscle and meat on my bones not just wrinkled skin.