Wednesday, October 22, 2003
+ The Red Pheonix Angel +
I begin in my school's atrium, sitting in the second table from the water bottle vender. It is very crowded as I remember, and I am sitting with a few friends and some people I don't recognize. For some reason we were talking about jobs and I brought up that I had just lost one job and was looking for another.
The scene changes and I am in my room with the lights out, excluding the tiny hanging lights I have above my bed, making it dim. I am standing on my bed facing the wall paralell to it. At eye level there is a beautiful drawing the size of normal printer paper hung. It appears to be charcoal or pastel, with only browsn, blacks, and greys to depict an angel. This angel seems to be a Fallen with huge wings that are being carried by a thousand women. I cannot tell whether it is male or female, but it is often hard to do so with Angels.
Another angel, this one beneficial, is instructing me how to finish the drawing. He is very tall and garbed in a brightly glowing white robe. His wings are magnificently large, and folded behind him. I am using a red pencil crayon to add blood red lines to the wings.
Laurel 2:01 PM
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