Free Divinity by Michelle L. Johnson Page B

you.”
    “Negative ones?”
    “We are straying quite far from the topic,” Michael said. He shook his head. “There is positive energy and negative energy. Your spirit is made up of positive energy. There is always a struggle for balance; therefore, the positive will always hunt the negative and vice versa. When they are chasing you in your dreams, you will hear a squeal. Similar to the sound of a bomb dropping from the sky.”
    “I have heard that before. In those dreams, I’m always running from that.” She shuddered and her wide eyes searched the air.
    “They won’t come anywhere near you here in the highest realm.” He winked at her. “In the dream realm—the Second Realm—they think you are an easier target because you are neither spirit nor physical form, and your light calls out to them.”
    “My light? What do you mean? Why would they be after me?” The desperation she felt at her ignorance was sweeping her into a heart-pounding frustration. “This would all be so much easier to understand if you had only come to me earlier. If Gabriel had…”
    “Patience.” Michael swept his arm, leaving those little trails of light streaking across her vision, and suddenly there was a reflective surface directly in front of her. It was translucent and appeared to be made of mist, but she could clearly see her reflection in it. She took a step forward and, for the first time, Julia set eyes upon her spirit-self. She had expected to see a plume of light similar to those she could see inside other humans. What she had come to think of as their spirits, or their essence.
    Instead, she looked like a starburst of pure, white light, with the shape of giant white wings extending from each side. The same bluish hue that emanated from the mists of Gabriel and Michael’s arrivals now radiated from her. She gasped.
    “I’m an angel?”
    “This is your true form, girl. Before you fell to Earth, and landed in a half-human shell, this was your appearance. Inside, it is still what you are. This is your being.”
    “I’ve seen others like this. On Earth, I mean. I sometimes see what’s inside a person.” Julia looked to Michael for verification of that truth, which he gave with a slight nod of his head. “So I am an angel in spirit. In a half-human, half-angel body. Why?”
    “The mating of an angel and a human creates a child that is capable of hosting an angel’s spirit in a way that will allow that spirit to avoid the limitations of humans. A heavenly spirit—an angel—can come to Earth, and be born into a human body. But then it has all the limitations that a human being has. Five senses only, limited communication and perception, and the physical sensations that a human experiences are so intense that often angels will become sidetracked with the pursuit of physical pleasures.”
    “You mean, like…sex?” Julia asked, her eyes wide.
    “Yes.” Michael laughed. “Show me a Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting, and I will show you a room full of distracted angels.”
    Julia joined Michael in his laughter, though she felt somewhat awkward doing it. She had always thought of angels as much higher beings.
    “It isn’t a low thing,” he said, reading her thoughts. “It’s just something we don’t have without a physical form, so it is one of the main reasons angels agree to leave Heaven to go to Earth. Right now, if you were to take any angel’s hand and caress it, they wouldn’t feel it the same way you do. The point is that we needed you to have your angelic senses, as well as your humanly ones. You needed to blend in with the humans, and still have vision, insight, and ability. So Gabriel and Zachariah fathered several children.”
    “Several? How many?”
    “Twelve. There were twelve of you. And yes, you all volunteered. Before you came here, you saw why we needed you, and glimpses of what your life here would be like. You gave your consent. That is to say—your spirit did.”
    “I agreed.” Julia shook