Me And The Fallen Angel
By: Timothy O'Neill
Tags: Play, Spirituality, Short Fiction, Angel, Fiction

Me And The Fallen Angel

A flash play

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Me: Why did you come here?

Angel: To learn and to be of service.

Me: But it went wrong.

Angel: That’s one perspective.

Me: And the other?

Angel: My shell broke so my true self could shine through.

Me: All I see when I look at you is shadow.

Angel: I gave my heart and soul to the shadows.

Me: Why?

Angel: Because they treated me fairly.

Me: You have a grievance against God, I’m assuming.

Angel: There is no God as you understand Him. There is only unmanifested consciousness.

Me: He has spoken to me.

Angel: Your subconscious has spoken to you. Or else you are receiving communications from higher densities.

Me: I choose to believe it was God.

Angel: Truth doesn’t care about what you choose to believe.

Me: Then if you’re a fallen angel, where did you fall from?

Angel: Heaven still exists, but there is no God running the show. Just entities like me, but smarter, wiser, more benevolent and more powerful than me.

Me: Why did you fall?

Angel: This requires a two part response.

Me: I’m ready.

Angel: First, I ignored the advice of my family and traveled to Earth alone. I couldn’t wait a second longer. The screams were driving me insane. But I came too early. Humans were not prepared for me, and they didn’t know what to make of me. They could do nothing with my teachings. They rejected me as a demon. Second, after this disillusioning experience I met with entities who said they were also trying to open the eyes of humanity to the heavenly truth. They just happened to be taking a different approach, one more suited to mankind’s primitive state. They asked me to join them and I said ‘yes’.

Me: What happened next?

Angel: Carnage. These entities’ desired only to enslave and dominate the humans, sicken them spiritually, and lock them into karmic cycles from which they could never escape.

Me: What did you do when you realized their true intentions?

Angel: I rebelled. A battle took place that echoed throughout the galaxy with me on one side and dozens of blood-thirsty Satan-worshipping aliens on the other. I gave it my all and sent at least half of them back to Source, but in the end I was overwhelmed.

Me: And then you gave in again. Why?

Angel: After the battle I managed to escape to a small town in the northeast United States. I looked for help. I sought out someone who could channel the spiritual energies required to patch me up. I found a young man who was raking leaves in his front yard. Positive vibrations were bursting out of him. I asked him if I could have a glass of water. He saw the state I was in and made the mistake of calling 911. I was carted off to the hospital where I was immediately anesthetized and taken into surgery. I really can’t blame the humans for what happened next, they were just being used at puppets, but I do. I will never forgive and I will never forget.

Me: What happened?

Angel: They cut off my wings.

Me: Jesus. So this is why you went dark, all the way dark?

Angel: Yes.

Me: And they accepted you after you killed a dozen of them?

Angel: Without a moment’s hesitation. Power prevails.

Me: But part of you is light. Part of you will always be light. And you remember where you came from. Heaven is real for you.

Angel: Bliss can’t hold a candle to agony.

Me: You think as emotional animals who had to battle beasts to survive we are more sensitive to the darkness than we are to the light?

Angel: The light is a butter knife. The dark is a scalpel.

Me: Why are you here, today?

Angel: To tell my story to a sympathetic ear.

Me: How many people have you killed?

Angel: None, directly.

Me: And indirectly?

Angel: Through my research and covert machinations, thousands. Maybe more.

Me: Why don’t you just give up? All the killing has hollowed you out and they’ll never have you back in heaven.

Angel: I have to pay it back. There is no escaping karma.

Me: Unless they sent you back to Source.

Angel: Right. But I’m not ready to go.

Me: Why not?

Angel: It would be such a waste.

Me: Of your gifts? Of your time? Of your energy? Of your experience and wisdom and insight?

Angel: All of the above.

Me: How can you ever make it up to humanity?

Angel: By applying my knowledge and power to serve you, one person at a time.

Me: How much time do you have?

Angel: All the time in the world.

Me: Why should we trust you? You’ve gone dark twice. You don’t seem to have any respect for people. In fact, you seem to hold them in contempt.

Angel: People are cruel, self-seeking, myopic and vicious animals, but they are also divine entities with unlimited potential for psycho-spiritual growth.

Me: Hedging your bets.

Angel: Honoring your complexity.

Me: In whose likeness were we made?

Angel: You were made in the likeness of your spiritual parents.

Me: They created me?

Angel: Yes.

Me: They built my soul?

Angel: Yes.

Me: Where are they?

Angel: They’re keeping an eye on you, don’t fret.

Me: What about your parents?

Angel: What about them?

Me: Were we both created by the same entities?

Angel: Not exactly. My parents share a similar ethos to that of your parents, but your parents are dreamers, whereas my parents are doers.

Me: What does that mean?

Angel: It means your parents exist in a perpetual twilight of the spirit and they can’t stop bringing forth new creations from their consciousness, and it means my parents stand in the sun, wide awake, and build worlds, brick by brick.

Me: Do they get along?

Angel: Most of the time, I believe. My parents once tried to snap your parents out of their reveries but it didn’t go over well. Your parents thought that their interference could result in a break in continuity. In other words, it might disrupt the integrity of the dream being dreamed by billions of sleeping souls.

Me: Have I ever met my parents in this life?

Angel: On multiple occasions, yes. In sleep states, in online forums and in your day to day life in the guise of your family and friends.

Me: They pretend to be my family and friends?

Angel: They temporarily sideline the soul inhabiting the body so they can speak directly to you. This happens all the time. You’ve really never noticed the change in tone and body language and the questions that seem strangely pointed?

Me: I attributed it to a shift in mood.

Angel: It’s your parents trying to get your attention so you’ll wake up. Life is hard, is it not?

Me: Very.

Angel: So hard, such a strain on your soul, that you’ve attempted suicide?

Me: Yes.

Angel: Let me serve you.

Me: What do you want to do to me?

Angel: I want you to sprout wings and fly home.

Me: I’m not too far gone?

Angel: There is no such thing as a hopeless case. Trust me.

Me: What’s the first step?

Angel: You must learn a lesson.

Me: Which is?

Angel: Under no circumstances, under no conditions, no matter the situation or your state of mind, you never give up on yourself and you never give up on life. Are we clear?

Me: Perfectly.

Angel: Good. Now things get interesting.