A story about the Girl

How does Queen know she is home?

This is not just another story. This is a tale about an epic and mythical journey from within, written by imagination and came alive with magic. Can you believe it? There is magic in the world that Christianity is still a thing. Luckily they do not know about it, so I can write about it. Hello there, my name is Aurora and my memoirs came up alive. You see, I’m a daydreamer, a way over-the-head overthinker, and not so confident writer that found herself thinking her life is boring so I decided to start writing memoirs about this girl Amor and living life through her until she came up alive in another parallel universe.

So far, we figure out how to communicate, with our superpowers of course, and that my writings are altering her and my reality on a cellular level. That means things are happening magically for her and me if we are coordinated. It’s about making better choices and it’s much more easier when your younger self is an angel of future, past, and now, in addition to being an angel of Love. Love is Queen amongst the angels, that’s her first writing to me when we realized we can alter and bend reality. I’m also a big fan of time traveling and opening portals. Besides that, my human calling is to be a shaman. I needed the help of medicine men and women around the world to do this following advice, my shamanistic mum, dona Laura gave me: “You can achieve anything, as long as you are ready to leave credit to someone else”, so I’ll blame all shamans for making Paradise on Earth.

When I was still a form, before coming in Earth school named Life, I was a Father close adviser. Yes, I call god a Father. Who can give you better advice that Love? When I finally persuaded him that is a good idea to let me live a human life on Earth, I was overly excited, mostly because I found boring to be home. I started making plans and lists of all exciding experiences I wanna do. First on the list was making angels happy, most of them did not like their job.

Take Raziel, the angel of secret for example. He was a very frustrated angel, no one could make him laugh, he knew the secret every time he showed up somewhere — a piece of truth, that fragile construction, that makes the picture whole or gives an explanation on a question that remains secret or it’s an elephant in the room. “Humans are predictable, it’s hard to be the one always holding the secret” — he told me that day when I asked how I can make him happy when on Earth. “Tell me a good joke so that I can laugh” — he replied.

“Will this joke be romantic or cruel?”

“To be honest, I told him a lot of cruel jokes.”

That angel was in a serious position to lose the job he did not like because I was the one knowing the secret and he just knew to piece the truth that was not a secret. In the meantime, I was telling him a joke about my favorite bookkeeper, successful every time, and when I did that secret would be changed and he would be left with just information that has been the truth, but not the secret because I was holding one. He had to laugh because it was obvious that I can be my own bookkeeper, but still call him my favorite. He laught from frustration on one side and originality on the other. I made Angel of Secret think about what’s my secret. I guess not all humans are predictable. Btw, that one is first on the list — making the angel of secret laugh, telling him a secret so that only I know is a secret, then making him discover that secret that in the end while only two of us know about which means hiding parts of the truths from other angels they previously know. I love arranging and Love has made arrangements over there. Sweet and short. Girl loves discovering secrets. The girl learned how to keep a secret. That’s how Queen knows she is home, a chick that is telling stories to her angels. And, there are a lot of jokes on Christs' account.