An Angel Composed Of Fire

When I drift through the chambers of my soul, I stop often and pray for help in my search for something worthy of contemplation. There is a flash of light, exceeding even the speed of thought that displays the truth of being I seek. I follow in a partial trance as it unwinds its tendril of connection to the same spiritual place that holds me in thrall. The light I follow pours forth illumination. The light resolves its fiery nature into the shape of a pure bright red appearance, like me in human form. He stands within a wide circle of rays, all the color of fire and shooting forth in all directions, both blind and focused. I bow in my own defense. But no harm to me is intended. The red flaming character assumes a posture like mine, readied for talk. As my fear decreases, that energy promotes a shift to understanding. I sense a communication, a telepathy, swelling into articulate speech: "We are one being, pale one, your part is intellectual, mine is passionate. We balance each other, we act in tandem, we are bound together, we cast one shadow. "From this moment forward we are one being, I am myself the Heart that burns in desire and heat, you the Mind that thinks in desire and detachment. Together we will live a fully sentient existence as the Angel-Man, blended, united, bonded, ONE." I found my voice, "What wonders we will perform, dazzling the angels, dumb-founding the humans."