Nightmare, With Angel

That’s my life. Sums it up perfectly. God has got his Children, the Devil has his Demons, I have my Angel. I haven’t always had her around, she appeared in my mid- to late thirties. But once she arrived, I was able to defend myself against the enemy. I didn’t stand a chance on my own. She’s just a little girl, but she’s extremely unique and courageous. For a long time I thought I’d lost her, because of my involvement in wicked practices. It was a trying, testing period. I was at my wits end without her, I couldn’t believe it.

Now she’s back with me, and if feels so greatly empowering. She reappeared on Easter Weekend. I’d missed her terribly, and was resorted to putting a mental block in place to stop idealizing about her, like when you lose someone close and it’s too painful to think about them, even though you still love them.

She was born, lived, and died in a Nazi concentration camp, in her life, before she came back to assist me as an Angel, on the other side. That’s her history. She was the strongest child in there. Now, whenever she feels pain during an attack from legions of Demon, she explodes. Don’t worry, she reforms in a heartbeat. You might think I am making this up, but Abbie, short for Abigail, is a trusted spirit from The Most High. She’s with me night and day. She doesn’t need anything from a mere mortal like me, but I’ve attributed several special powers to her anyway, because they won’t do her any harm.

I’ve given her Eternal Steam to play around with. Steam is the essence of the soul, the 21 grams in weight we lose when we die, the smoke of the animus inside us. Just imagine a chilly exhaled breath on a wintry mountainside, containing all of the information of the psyche, like the vapour that emanates from an opened genie’s magical oil lamp. Just one bottleful can contain an entire human being. It is said that this is why some wicked doers slaughter innocents, in order to acquire their Steam, has it has everlasting timelessness effects. Like drinking virgin’s blood on steroids, in a way. Anyway, Abbie pumps this steam out like a nuclear power plant, for anyone to fill their boots on, as she has a never-ending supply. She doesn’t need this acquirement, but again, it doesn’t harm her.

I’ve also devised an Exo-Skeleton Frame for her to occasionally occupy. When plugged in, it injects every known mental illness known in existence into her blood. You know, every malady in the DSM-5. You might think that this is a cruel measure, considering she survived a sheltered existence inside a concentration camp, but I think of it as ultimate, exclusive creativity of the most extreme highest order. Think of every addict’s higher power, think of every schizophrenia’s darkest fear. She has every one ever experienced by anyone throughout the historic annals of all time immemorial, past, present and future. All at once. In her little cute head.

Finally, she has a simple Filing Cabinet. This she has always had, from her co-creator, Stephen King. King didn’t make her an Angel, but reading about her in his book as a synergistic coincidence gave me tons more loads of faith in the reality of her saintly presence. Part of my giftings from God is that I can take fictional characters and make them real spiritual entities in my life. You probably think that I should return to my meds, but anything is possible when you’re dealing with the preternatural, and you walk by faith. The Filing Cabinet helps her to hide away from legions of Demon when I am down and wiped out, and they all descend on her instead, to finish me off. She hides her location in it, as there are limitless boxes inside of it. They say that schizophrenics are good at labeling and boxing things.

There’s heaps more to write about my special allocated Guardian Angel given to me from The Creator. I just thought I’d share a word about her. Rest assured, this is true testimony, I’m not dreaming it up. You couldn’t quite make this stuff up anyway, could you? Truth is far stranger than fiction. That’s one of life’s cold hard facts that nobody ever taught me, I had to figure it out myself. I discovered that intelligence when researching about the myth that is schizophrenia being exposed by mind control and brain-weaponry. Comin’ at’cha next time.