The Angel from Heaven One time a while ago, an Angel in heaven wanted to try out earthly life on the material plane, so she put in her application with the Birthing Office. The old gentleman there, who had been there since the beginning of time because he loved his job very much, helped her fill out her submission. “Now you’ll most likely be approved, but it will take a few minutes, so just sit down in the waiting room with all those others.” The little man said in a sweet, whistling voice, for he had a front tooth missing. She sat down next to a young girl that had just recently died in a car accident, and the little girl began to talk. “My Mommy and Daddy are very sad right now, and I really miss them, so I’m going back to be with them, and this time, when I’m old enough to talk, I’m gonna tell them how much I love them.” “Oh, that would be nice.” Janet said. Her name she selected a long time ago when she, too, came to heaven, having died of old age. “What are you going to do?” The little girl asked. “Well, I’ve been an angel here for so long, that I thought I would go back again and have some fun.” Another girl sat down beside the little girl, and the little one asked her what she was going to do. “Me? Oh, I’m going back and make lots of money this time, so I can live in a castle and have nice jewelry and a big wardrobe of the finest clothes.” The new girl answered. “Oh.” Said the little girl. “But you’re not going to go back and tell anyone that you love them?” “No, no. Oh, heaven’s no. I just want everyone to look at my gorgeous body, and all the men to ogle me.” While the two girls were talking, a man sat down beside Janet. “You are so skinny. What happened to you?” Janet asked. “I died of a horrible starvation, cause I couldn’t find enough food to eat, only enough for my wife and little boy.” “Oh, you poor man. But I guess you’re really not that poor, because you helped someone else in your lifetime.” The little skinny man smiled at her and took her hand and squeezed it. Janet’s name was called, and the missing-tooth birthing man told her that she’d have to take her application to the Placement Office to get a name, arrange for parents, place of birth and what star name she would like to be born under. Janet found the Placement Office, and said she’d like to keep her name, and would like to be born in the Republic of Benin, then she picked out her parents from a book of parents that wanted a little girl. She was then taken to the Waiting Station or Sending Room, where she was instructed about the return to earthly life by a bent over old man who chuckled in a low, grunting, kind of whistling sound, and smiled at Janet, with a rather sardonic toothless look. He prefaced and ended everything he said with the sardonic smile, whistling sound and the low grunting. “Heh, heh, heh.” “On this planet earth, you have to temporarily forget everything you know, for that is the way there. You cannot take any excess baggage of your past or that you were here. In other words, you can’t take your wings, for there you just have to bounce on your butt every time you hop.” “Maybe I should pinch your butt. Heh, heh, heh.” “Now, just stand in that birthing chamber, and I’ll get you on your way.” And he repeated the “heh, heh, heh,” only louder this time as if he were trying to scare Janet. “Guess he’s been here more than forever because he is missing all his teeth. They ought to let him have some false teeth, and he could smile a bit better.” Janet thought as she stepped into the chamber. The toothless man, still with the sardonic and weird smile, shut the door, then walked over to the console with several buttons on it, then raised his hand high into the air, and brought it down hard on the button that said, “Press Here.” But a couple of times in the past 7, 583 years he hit the wrong button, the one that said, “Don’t Press Here,” and that sent the unsuspecting person around the Universe, chased by several screeching lizards, one dancing wolf, a laughing hyena, a grunting zombie, and a headless horseman, until finally the unsuspecting person caught the tail of a comet and managed to land just inside St. Peter’s gate. The sardonic one, lifted his hand high in the air as usual, then brought it down so that it just hovered over the “Don’t Press this Button.” He then looked at Janet in the chamber, smiled with that sardonic grin, and looked at her to see the panic in her eyes as his hand quivered over that big red button that was not to be pressed. Then he said, “Heh, heh, heh,” and pressed the correct button. Janet could feel a slight vibration, disappeared into a flash of light, and soon heard some sweet voice say, “Oh, isn’t she just a darling. “Oh, she’s so beautiful.” But Janet, of course, could not understand the words, but she could feel the love in them. Janet grew up to be a beautiful young girl that was ogled by many young men, who really wanted her body, but she did not carry on with any because she had other plans for her life, as she wanted to travel and see all the things in this world. So one night a heavenly being visited her in her dreams, and told her that she came, “Because you requested help in traveling the world.” “You asked, so I came to help you, and I could see from my little chat with some other angels up there, that, while we were eating our parsnip pie and ogling all the male angels that walked by with green wings, the records showed that you want to see everything this world has to offer: the good, the bad, the beautiful and the ugly, and you want to taste some peach pie, because we don’t have any of that stuff up here. So perhaps you would like to see some good first, and so tomorrow you will take an air ship to Belize, where, not only is the land beautiful, but also the people.” After Janet flew to Belize, she slipped into her bathing suit, then walked onto the beach and slid into the warm waves that lapped at the sandy seashore. Then, after her swim, she walked through the little shops in the middle of the town, where young and old sold their wares of fruit, veggies, and trinkets for the tourists. Most of the people were very poor and wore bedraggled clothes, and one little girl had nothing but a little skivvy to wear. The little girl smiled and took Janet’s hand, and then told her that her Mommy had a little shop just down in the next alley, and asked, “Could you come buy something from my Mommy. We are very poor, and she makes beautiful baskets for you to carry your things in.” Janet followed the little one, who skipped and hopped, and sometimes turned around with a big smile, to make sure Janet was following her. The little sweet one’s Mother smiled as Janet walked to her little make-shift booth, where dozens of baskets hung on racks. The old lady got up and smiled at Janet, the kind of smile that said please buy something, anything, for I am poor and must feed my little girl so that she can grow up to be beautiful like you. Then she limped over to Janet, for she had an inflammation in her leg that was spreading and would eventually bring about her death. Janet asked her why she was in the alley and not out where the other shops were. “Oh, I’m too old and I look awful with my limp and all, and they said I’d scare away all the customers, so I was banned to the alley. Would you like to look at my baskets, please?” Janet picked out several of the lovely baskets and paid the women twice what she wanted for each basket, and then sat down beside the little girl and took her in her lap and hugged her, and whispered in her ear. “Thank you, my little sweet one for bringing me down this alley so that I could see your Mommy, an angel from heaven.” “Yes, she’s my angel.” The little one said. “For she takes good care of me and gives me presents, like this Raggedy Ann doll she found at the dump.” Janet then opened one of her tiny, dirty little hands and stuffed a fifty dollar bill in it and then closed her hand, and then kissed her on the check.” “An angel told me in a dream that you will grow up to be a very famous person that will help the down and out, the sickly and the homeless.” The little old lady shuffled back to her stand, then counted her money, and then she wept. “You see, Janet.” The angel in her dream that night said. “You truly are an angel for giving to those less fortunate than you. But they, too, are angels, for they have everything and they need nothing. The fortunate ones in the Universe are the ones who have less, for they have it all.” “Now, tomorrow you will see the bad on this earthly plane, for it has its place, too.” The angel faded as she caressed Janet’s angel hair. The next day, Janet, again visited the little shops in the middle of the town. She came upon several people standing in a circle, and two men were fighting with knives. They lunged at one another, poking the knives at the face and belly of one another, then one slashed the other’s arm, then shoved his knife into the belly of the other, who then bent over and slumped to the ground. The belly stabber then kicked him in the face until his face was a bloody pulp. Janet closed her eyes, as tears run down them for having seen such hate and viciousness. “You see, my sweet little Janet. There is hatred and lack of total respect for another in this world, and, as I told you the last time, it has its place in this world, for without it, you would not be able to see the love that surrounds you. In fact, if there were not the two opposites, the Universe would not exist, for it is this opposite of things that give the Universe its meaning and very essence, and it just so happens, that the Universe divides it equally; otherwise, there would be nothing, nothing for comparison.” “Now you must rest, my dear, and let your brain assimilate this and be okay with it, and tomorrow you will see something bad, but also beautiful.” Janet visited the edge of the little village the next day and saw some little girls playing a softball game. One, very small, almost smaller than the bat she hoisted over her shoulder, watched intently as the pitcher wound up and flung the ball at her. The little batter swung and missed, and the people booed and hissed at her for missing such an easy ball. Again, the little sweet one, almost with tears in her eyes from embarrassment, swung at the ball, and again missed. This time the audience screamed and hollowed profanities at the little batter, but she stood her ground with firmness and resolution in her stance. She missed the ball the third time, and her coach came out and shoved her to the ground, and scolded her for missing three times, three easy pitches, and causing the team to lose the game. The little batter’s Mommy came out to the field and slapped the coach in the face and told him that he had no business shoving her daughter to the ground. “This is just a game.” She said. “It is not the end of the world.” Then she picked up her daughter and wiped the dust from her clothes and hugged her. “You did the best you could, my sweet one, and that is good enough.” The audience that didn’t scream at the little girl, clapped and hollered. “She’s the winner! She’s the winner!” That night, the angel visited for the fourth time, and told Janet, “that is the way of the world, what you saw today.” There is the not so bad, and tucked into it is the good, when the Mommy hugged her little one for doing the best she could.” “You see, dearest one, some people only want to win the game, make the next dollar at the expense of someone else, crush the opponents so that they can no longer compete, because these power hungry ones want the whole world, and they want more and more and more, and they never do understand or realize that they then really have nothing, because the everything you really want in this world is inside your heart and soul.” “Now tomorrow you will see the ugly in the world, at least, one kind of ugly, for there are all kinds, and you must visit the old lady with the baskets and caress her leg for me.” Janet again visited the shops in the middle of the town, where people were bustling about and tending to their businesses, and down a ways, was a little old man, ragged and dirty, for he sat in the street with his back against a building wall. He had a cardboard sign that read, “I am a vet, and I need your help.” Janet looked at him and the sign, then her eyes moved to his head, which was horribly disfigured and scared, as though it had been burned. She knelt down beside the man and asked him whatever happened to him. “I was in a horrible battle and my buddy was terribly wounded. I tried to save him, but a blast killed him and burned my face. I can’t find a job because no one wants to look at me. No one wants to talk to a face that is hideous.” “Then I will talk to you, for to me, you are beautiful.” The man managed a contorted and wretched smile, and Janet could see the love in that face and an angel hiding behind it, and she squeezed his hand, and planted a big kiss on his face, then she found three, one hundred dollar bills and put those in his hand and then closed his fist. A tear from each of his squinty eyes rolled down his face, for here was someone who loved him anyway, no matter how he looked. Janet then found the little lady who had built a better stand and a little lean-to made from old scraps of wood and cardboard for herself and her little girl. “See our new home.” The little girl said, as she took Janet’s hand and danced around her. My Mommy made us a new home, and we sleep together. It is so nice, and I love my Mommy.” Then she sang the words. “I love my Mommy. I love my Mommy.” Janet grabbed her and held her in her lap again, for she was so tiny and so precious. The little girl looked into Janet’s eyes with eyes that said thank you, for now I can buy my Mommy some medicine for her leg, and maybe she will be well again.” Janet cried, and tears dropped onto the little girls hands. The little girl looked at the tear drops on her hand, and then touched one. “You know what?” The little girl asked. You know what these tears are?” “No.” Janet answered. “What are they?” She said between sobs. “They are angel tears, and you know what?” The little sweet one asked again. “No?” “If you kiss the teas of an angel, you will have everything that you will ever need for the rest of your life.” Janet wept some more, and then carried her over to her Mommy, and sat down beside her. “There is something that I was told to do by a real angel.” Then Janet put her hand on the little old lady’s leg and began rubbing it, and a golden glow began to emanate from the leg, and then the leg stiffened and then relaxed and then looked as normal as ever. The little old lady cried and held out her arms and pulled Janet in close, and then whispered in her ear. “Thank you, my dearest one for coming to us. You have brought all the sunshine into our hearts and souls. My little girl said you were an angel, and now I know.” Again, that night, the angel visited. “You saw today, my dearest Janet, one side of ugly, and as I said, there are many forms. The old man was distraught because he had no job and no prospects for one, and he could find no other way, but to sit in the street and hope that someone like you would come by and give him some coins. But your hug and kiss meant much more to him than the money, for he found that there are good people, angels, in the world that love him.” “And the little old lady with the bad leg, she was healed by your touch, because you truly are an angel from heaven. “Now I will sing you a little song that you should carry in your heart wherever you go in life.” “Whatever will be, will be, my love, for the future’s not ours to see. Que Sera Sera, my dearest Janet. Will you be beautiful, will you be rich? Que Sera Sera, Whatever will be, will be. Will you help those little ones find their way, Will you hug the ones that are scolded? Que Sera Sera, Whatever will be, will be. Will you be courageous, Will you stand firm, In the presence of danger? Will you be love, And see the world, For what it is, Both ugly and beautiful, Both cruel and good? Que Sera Sera, Whatever will be, will be. Now, take the ribbons from your hair, And lay down beside me, Cause I want to hold an angel, And I want to look into your eyes, And just behold the love, That is in your heart and soul. Que Sera Sera, Whatever will be, my love and sweetheart, Will be. The angel then, again caressed Janet’s hair, and kissed her goodnight, and then vanished from her dream. Janet awoke the next morning, as a ray of sunshine filled her eyes and made them sparkle, ………….and, by the way, she ate lots of peach pie. End By Sam B Conner
Posted on: Sun, 09 Mar 2014 12:52:10 +0000
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