08:40 29/07/2021

To my dear Sw…

It’s getting harder and harder to deny that feeling. The one as if I’m still connected to something, though I cannot see the bonds, or where they link to. And all that chatter I hear as I traverse the other realms doesn’t help either. What could it be? My soul wants to say it, but my heart and mind still stand cautious. My two conscious flames in these worlds know to be careful of what they accept. But oh, how my soul longs to say it…

So much is transforming within me in this realm. The spirits are up to something, I know it. Because they’ve been interacting with me more than ever. A bit too much, to be honest. Strange, since I was the one who turned my back on them long ago. But since that one instance where I meerly turned my head to have a quick peek, they’ve cheered and danced at my return. ‘Return’… I wonder how Father above feels about that. Has he said anything to you yet, my darling? I’ve yet to face him. And of course, I’ve yet to face your father too.

Soon. I can tell. I’ll face him soon.

There is another matter that’s bothering me. More word I’m picking up each time the spirits come around. Gossip, it seems. They know of an occurrence of the unseen. And it seems it might involve certain angels above. I worry.

Someone is convincing certain angels above as to why they shouldn’t bless certain lives down in these worlds. Altered truths. Evidence on the surface, only percieced the wrong way. A shame, honestly. It means there will be lives down in these worlds that won’t recieve their blessings. Lives that would truly flourish if only they were given a touch of grace. But that’s nobody’s responsibility, is it. Life in these worlds is already out of hand.

Maybe that’s why ‘they’ are glad for my ‘return’. They’re joyed to have another agent down here on their behalf. A little embarrassing as a former angel. And no, I won’t take my wings back just yet. I was still thrown down here, after all. And so I must finish all of my business while I’m down here, and all of what the spirits hope of me as well, it seems.

But about this talk of the angels above and the influence to not grant blessings. I wonder… Who could it be? Have you heard anything about this, my darling? Or am I too late? Have you been… Maybe that’s why my prayers only echo off into void. I hope not. Who would spread such corruption, especially to a dear angel such as yourself, my darling. Is this a conflict I should even involve myself in? But then again, what can I do from down here?

I should have more faith, I feel. The angels above can instinctively feel who’s deserving of grace, right? Such a quality must come along with such a duty, right? The truth is the ulitmate judgement. And I’m sure you’re all in tune to the truth. I should believe in the angels above more. No. I will believe in the angels above more. The bickering of the lost cannot be a reason to live in fear. After all, the truth will set us free. And in terms of you, my darling, the truth will set me free.

I wonder if my offering had made its way to you yet. I hope it is appreciated. I hope the offerings make sense, and that you figure out their true purpose. I’m sure you will. A writer does not write certain words for no reason. And so every piece is part of a puzzle.

Oh. And try not to tell the others. I don’t want to spark any intrusive opinions. Our matters should stay between us, my darling.

Grant strength to armour me. I’ve a long road ahead.

Love from yours truly

– Daniel Roy