Angels have no sense of time. Wide awake this morning at 4:30, I just gave up and got up. Once again he was gentle in the wake-up, practically whispering to me to write about the 106 year old man.
I feel more in control now. Words are my own. My own tone of voice, if that’s what you call it. I am no writer. Well, maybe I am. This is really good! But I’ve never had any formal education of any kind. Other than grammar, but that’s a different story.
Auriel is intoxicating once again. I feel him so close he is almost melding his spirit into mine. I experienced this once before, in the beginning. I have not felt it since, allowing only the Divine such intimate entrance. I know it’s him though. Auriel feels much different. Almost like a friend compared to a lover.