What if Angels And Demons Walked Among Us?

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Monday begins with online classes for me, the procedures that the lecturers or artists are giving us are not too complicated so far, I have even had the chance to meet some of my other her class mates the few times that I have turned my camera on using zoom. I am enjoying the classes so far, we are in the Covid 19 era so I can't go for physical classes, actually no one can. My Monday is all good, I did not get to see Tandeo today but hopefully will see him soon. I fall asleep soon after.

I am in a beautiful place once again and very peaceful, this time I am walking into a large house that looks like it's made if the most precious stones, I keep gasping at all the beautiful things that I am seeing, this gigantic house looks amazing, I open the door and find myself in a long hall way, as I continue walking I can't help but observe all the different paintings on the walls of the most beautiful art that I have ever come across, whether it's wolves(winter or land), men, women, there is just something that is other worldly about these paintings. I keep walking slowly admiring all of them, these paintings are so good that they seem almost real, trees or birds I can't help but marvel at the artist behind these master pieces, infact a particular painting of a very beautiful woman catches my eyes.

It's the biggest painting in the room with the largest and most beautiful turquoise, majenta wings coming out of her back, surprisingly, I can not even seem to decide the colour of the angel's wings it's almost like they are changing and the longer I look at the painting, the more it feels familiar.

The Angel is the colour of ebony and her hair is silver, her body is covered by the large and powerful wings, when I look at her face, I'm transfixed, her eyes are grey and I gasp at the beauty of them and her face, I get closer and deep within me a voice whispers for me to touch the painting, the voice is sweet and soft and puts me at ease, a calm feeling envelopes me and I reach out my hand, I know this lady... and as I nearly touch, a distant memory enters my mind.

"Don't touch the painting" a calm but powerful voice interrupts. "You are not ready yet. There are some things that you need to know first" I turn to the voice and notice a tall man towering over me, he is definitely older than me but not too old but for some reason I get the feeling that he has lived for many centuries. His hair is curly but neatly tied probably in a low pony tail from my angle, he is in casual attire but with his model physique and powerful build makes the outfit look straight off the run way of the best designer. He looks mixed in colour and probably carries the features of every race for some reason.

"But the painting looks familiar" I say, the man that is now standing before me, who by the way I did not recall seeing him move replies. "It is natural for you to feel that way about those paintings because they are yours" he shrugs it off.

I smile. "Are you kidding?, Are you saying that me...I... did those?" I can not believe it. I mean I couldn't possibly have, I don't remember doing them and I am certainly not that good.

"But they are yours, and the angel on that picture is you, why do you think it looks familiar?"

"But how do you know,?" I ask

"I know everything, even the dark thoughts that you wish to keep at the back of your head" he replies like he just said something casual when this is anything BUT casual.

"How? Who are you?" I'm surprised but not afraid for some reason I feel like I can trust this guy whoever he is.

"I read minds, understand all languages, I am and can be any race and no race, I am the trees and the air and water and I am everywhere and 'even in your mind' I hear the voice in my head.

"Wait... but-" I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn behind me.

"Follow me and do keep up" the guy says. "We are not here to talk about me but I know that, that is exactly what is on your mind" it is. I close my mouth because I had the same questions.