The Angelic Mission
Initial Plans For Raphael
Having drawn much strength from the Heavenly realm,
Sitting ‘neath an Elm, Rafe laid down his helm,
His mighty sword and breastplate too.
Upon the grass so green, beneath the sky so blue.
He did not know what ailed his friend,
They had always been comrades, from the start to the end.
They had protected God’s children from the dangers they faced,
Having been granted much strength, by their Father’s great grace.
Sometimes together and sometimes alone,
Both here on the earth, and in their spiritual home,
Awaiting the call, receiving their orders,
Perhaps it was demons storming the borders,
Or maybe a Hitler, a Manson, a Ripper,
Or maybe a tanker sailed by a drunk skipper.
Perhaps a runaway child about to be harmed,
By a person pure evil with too much pure charm.
Or out in the street in sub-zero weather,
Bringing the homeless, and the social-worker together.
From in the beginning right up to the end,
Their services needed again and again,
For an angel there was no such thing as time,
They did not age, get sick, or die.
Yet in the midst of war, they still could fall,
No more to answer the battle summons,
But to live out their lives somewhat sad and sullen,
No more to fly, with withered wings,
No more to find things interesting,
Until the final day of Reckoning,
When answering the Lord’s beckoning,
Each one would be restored, and once more they would sing.
Raphael let out an involuntary sigh as he let the midday sun soak into his weary bones. Of course, he knew his bones weren’t really weary, the physical form he had assumed was in perfect shape, but mentally he was somewhat stressed out because of the situation with Michael. At least as stressed-out as an angel can be. Both Michael and Raphael were members of the original seven archangels, and as such they had been together since the beginning of time. In that malleable way that spiritual beings relate to time, Rafe and Michael had also been together right up until the end of time, so Raphael was having to exert a great deal of effort at getting his head around the fact that Michael now thought of him as an enemy.
Under that Elm, Raphael sat throughout the night, and if it was possible for anyone to see him sitting there, they would’ve thought that he was getting very little accomplished. On the contrary, however, Rafe was extremely busy. The first thing he had done was contact Uriel and confirm that the first part of his friend’s mission had in fact been accomplished. Once he was assured that that little task was out of the way, he had spent the next several hours sending a part of his consciousness here and there throughout time, to each of the battles that Michael had been involved in over the years. Due to the small part of his consciousness that he sent to attend at each of these battles, he was able to remain unnoticed as he carefully observed every tiny little move that made up Michael’s battle strategy on each of these occasions. And it was not just the physical moves that he studied. Though spiritual beings and physical beings are both in actuality just different forms of energy, spiritual beings are an energy form that is much closer to being pure. As such, with Michael being unaware of Raphael’s presence, and thus failing to set up any barriers, or obstacles to prevent intrusion, Raphael could study Michael’s psychological moves just as easily as he studied the physical moves that Michael made. In these earlier trips it was entirely Michael’s fighting style and techniques that Rafe was studying.
The last hour and a half before sunrise, Raphael continued with the out of body trips, but now the objective was slightly different. Now he was hunting. Rafe was trying to locate where Michael was right at this particular moment, trying to discover what Michael was up to and exactly what was happening with him. He was searching geographically, he was searching through time, and he was even searching through space, but all to no avail. As of yet, he could not locate him. Michael was nowhere to be found. Raphael just didn’t understand it, Michael had to be somewhere, and if he was anywhere at all, then Rafe should have been able to zero in on him without any effort at all. And for whatever reason, there was no help coming from Heaven-side. Rising to his feet, Raphael gathered his armor and his weapons, and as he slowly and methodically began dressing, he said very quietly under his breath, “Don’t worry Michael, I’ll find you, and when I do… I’m bringing you home”.
(To be continued…)