The Angel Of Silence Performs His Ministry

Is this the Being of Light whose first radiance I kindled? Was I the one with the necessary gesture to release the stalled spirit? Did I, mere flesh and bone, play an angel's role in ignorance? They descend from the silence of the Empyrean and enter the zone of sounds, noise, music, cacophony in our space of being. Sometimes they create an cone of Empyrean silence in which we can be at peace and feel the joy of angel-life. The one named Aserel has chosen me: he hovered over my life for weeks, he taught me the truth of prayer and ritual, then he left me in a Cone of Silence to test my resolve... I must have passed these tests, because silence is sweet. I'll watch the silence of Sonya's hands as they prepare a canvas in her studio, then paint the images which have grown over time in her mind and now assume their places in the world of art and life. I'll listen in silence as Robert recites a poem he knows by heart. He grasps this silence as one of his tools, and punctuates his performance with silent moments embedded in speech, sound and silence in perfect balance. And I myself will compose a new symphony, which will dazzle those who love music and open the hearing of those who have not listened yet. And perhaps my guardian Aserel will add notes and pauses from the Music of the Spheres to its natural texture. And so it will be in our age that time and eternity will exist in a common place and both angels and humans will find its situation and begin to populate it. And the wonder of this scenario is that the place of meeting will be strange to both of us, and we will discover each other as companions in making it a common home.