WARRIORS (MVManalo)

Shadow Sisters 2

We are the Shadow Sisters of the Night. We invisibly conquer, save, deliver and protect those who are weak, poor and unable to help, feed and save themselves. Sisters of the Shadow, for the name of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost...Fight!, the sisters said in unison and like soldiers they individually did their practices and weapon handlings as I watch them one by one. Sister Jona explained to me that each sister has special abilities that can blow once mind and can save a person in near death or in death situations, even in natural calamities or cataclysmic events which a normal person can't do or deliver in their day to day activities.

All sisters has the ability to heal and grow vegetation. Then, some have power to elevate, levitate and fly but others have the ability to yield weapons, whatever that is that can kill or trap an enemy or evil. Each has their sacred meditative mantras that open their chakras every day. And I too will have my own in time. I just need to pray and try to remember when was the last time I heard spiritual beings or voices that asked who Christ is to me or what am I here for, in the world. I still remember when a voice vividly asked me who Christ is to me? Which I didn't know what to answer, just when I grew older I knew who He is to me?

Then who is Jesus to you?, Jona said and looked at me seriously. Ah...well, I wasn't ready to answer that but I do know that He is important to me and my life. But, well.....He is my Savior and he saved me when I needed him most!, the only phrase I said and breathed out my anxiety thinking about what I needed to say, whether it's the correct response or not.

Wrong answer, but thank you for trying to recall when Jesus called you to serve him and with that I believe you are right where you are. The answer will soon come to you, right now, meditate and practice our hymns and how to use our weapons. So we will know what you are capable of doing and what is destined for you to have. For the meantime, check on how the sisters yield their weapons and powers or special abilities so when yours come, you'll know what to do!, Jona added and smiled at me. She continued her rounds and since it's in the middle of the night, I felt sleepy and wasted from the day's work and activities. But these women, my sisters aren't budging or feeling pain or tiredness, at all. Amazing! Sister Paula is now levitating for an hour which makes it even more fun because I think she is sleeping that way. And talk about not sleeping huh! This is crazy but wonderful. Ahhh.....that's why they don't get tired because they meditate and get to relax and rest while doing meditations. Then, I walked towards Chelsea who is now quiet on her plank position. Every one, like Teresa, Fern, Mina, Zelda, Jona are meditating on positions they are comfortable at. Wow! Fern surely does have this magic in her where she is in a standing pose, with one leg above her head and hands clasp together and been in this position for 45 minutes now. I was sleepy and I couldn't take my eyes off my sisters, yet I can't lift an eye anymore and slept all the way.

I woke up the next day and already in my own bed with my pajamas on, feeling recharged and lively as ever.

Wow! My community rocks, haha! Haaaaa!, Crazy wild, coooollllll!!!, I thought like shouting the words out but thinking that my sisters are still asleep so I shut my mouth and yelled covering my face with the pillow, instead.

What I didn't know is that my sisters has already woke up and attended to their duties as what they always do in a regular basis.

Ahhh.....I should've used a typewriter for this project so it is better written than writing using a pen, look at yours it's so neat and cool. Haaa....., the girl who is about 13 or 14 in uniform said. Ahh. That's fine Greta, mine is obviously neat but what if Sister thinks that I wasn't the one who made it! But I did and I spent two nights just to finish it, aaaahhhh, another girl said holding her work. Sister Teresa did tell us to write a Bible of our life and that is kind of silly, right? Denise?, Greta added.

No, it's okay, because at least we are able to tell sister about what our family and friends are like and all that stuff!, Denise said trying to read Greta's work.

Hmmm...yeah, hey, sister's here!, one girl said and all silently went and sat to their seats to pay their respects to Sister Teresa.

Good morning girls!, Teresa said.

Good morning Sister Teresa! We are happy to see you and learn from you!, the girls, about twenty of them shouted.

Thank you and can you please say 'here' when I call your name for the attendance!, Teresa said and continued to do the roll call,

Greta is a bright student but knowing her talents, I know she can outsmart her classmates. But I don't really know nothing about her until Denise told me about her situation.

It grieves me that she lost her family due to the war in Iran. She was then adopted by a relative, an uncle who let her stay at a home which is a rich and fancy place where girls are all there to work as maids. Uncle Fabio whom calls her every time in the afternoons to check up on her. Greta is a beautiful and smart kid that I wish I could help not as her teacher but as a sister or mother figure.

Denise told me that Greta rooms with another girl who stands as her guardian if her uncle is out of the country. Greta doesn't like cats or dogs and their room is like a small unit where two people can fit and all. But they do have beautiful bathrooms and considerate landlady who let's them sleep when they need to when tired and gives them allowances if necessary. Though they have tips from good patrons and considerate customers, they get pretty decent salary working after school in the afternoons. The motel is colored gold and blue, and Greta with her co-employees, clean, assist and make sure the place is in good shape, pretty and sweet smelling. I have checked in in this motel at the far end of Favela Market. Many tourists stay at Moonshine Inn. Paula and I once stayed there to check on a guy we thought was a gangster bullying patrons in the said inn. But as his group were stopped by the local police, we never saw him again. We were told that he has left the city and was never found again.