The tiny angel Gal-el embraced the fetus. It could feel its heart thumping with fear. The voices of the nurses in the room increased their intensity inside its mother\u2019s watery womb.<\/p>\n
\u201cHoney, don\u2019t you worry. The thing in there, won\u2019t feel a thing it will go to sleep and never wakeup,\u201d one of the younger nurses reassured the woman with child.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Doctor and the rest of us just want to make sure that you intend to go through with this abortion. Our psychiatrist has prepared some papers for you to sign,\u201d declared the Head Nurse.<\/p>\n
The fetus flung its arms wide. The angel Gal-el enfolded the fetus unto itself.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe is going to kill me for no reason. You know that. She changed her mind about me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you telling me?\u201d asked the 25-year-old mother with a quivering voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cJust that you waited a long time before deciding on an abortion. You must know that it\u2019s a boy and about five and a half months old. It\u2019s perfectly formed.\u00a0 It\u2019s an illegal procedure. You must be aware of that too.\u00a0 Without the signed statement from our eminent Psychiatrist and countersigned by you, you\u2019ll leave this clinic still pregnant,\u201d the Head Nurse made no attempt to hide her irritation.<\/p>\n
I hate these bitches. She probably decided to take up surfboarding or dressage. She wants an abortion now Next week it might be botox or cosmetic surgery. They are all operations right? So why am I here? Because I am way over my head in debt and I have three children to support.<\/p>\n
\u201cO Gal-el, I don\u2019t want to die? Why did God bring me all the way here only to stand by and watch me die before I even go down the birth canal into the light?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u2018\u2019I don\u2019t know baby dear. Remember that your body might die but your soul and spirit will live and I am sure that you will come back to earth through another baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWill it be soon?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know my Beloved,\u201d replied the angel sadly.<\/p>\n
Suddenly the fetus began to kick and flail as hard as he could. The amniotic fluid created strong waves within the placenta, which then reverberated into the abdominal walls and muscles.<\/p>\n
“I am a human being. A person. An individual full of promise. I don\u2019t want to be thrown into the trashcan like a dead rat. You are going to kill me. You are a murderer and you don\u2019t even know it,\u201d<\/p>\n
The mother felt the kicks and stifled a gasp. The nurses saw it at once because there were continuous ripples going through her abdomen.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat a very active baby you have there. We don\u2019t want to rush you but our waiting list is awesome,\u201d declared the Obstetrician entering the room.<\/p>\n
He was holding an injection. \u201cI am going to inject this through your abdominal walls. It is painless for the fetus and for you. Well, you might feel a little discomfort but nothing more.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was a poison designed expressly to kill the fetus swiftly yet painfully.<\/p>\n
He stepped aside to allow the Head Nurse to hand over the authorization papers for the illegal abortion to the patient. She had attached the document to a clipboard. She signed it in silence.<\/p>\n
The kicking went on unabated. The mother gasped again. \u201cIs there something wrong with the baby?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s just doing what comes naturally, kicking and flexing its muscles,\u201d replied the Doctor soothingly as the toxic fluid slowly entered the uterus and found its target, the fetus.<\/p>\n
“My angel, where are you. I can\u2019t see and I can\u2019t hear. My legs and arms are numb.\u00a0I can\u2019t move. I can\u2019t cry out. But you can read my thoughts,\u201d said the nameless creature of God.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am next to you and I am holding both of your beautifully formed hands. You can feel my presence. God has given me the power to do that. I will not leave you. I am going to walk you through the death pangs. Then I will make sure that your spirit and soul follow the bright path towards the great and immeasurable cosmos.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then the tiny angel Gal-el prayed: \u201dO Powers of the Universe, I bring you yet another innocent being slaughtered. Dull his pain as the nurses dismember his arms and legs to pull and wrench him out of the canal of Death. Archangel Metatron, Protector of children, even those yet to be born and those destined not to be, welcome him with open arms for he has fought valiantly to live and fulfill his destiny but it was not to be.\u201d<\/p>\n
The nurses tugged and pulled and threw the pieces of the lovely boy who would never be into a tall metal can lined in thick plastic. They closed their eyes as they did so. There were too many well-formed bodies piled up one on top of another.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t look down sweet baby, your place is among the galaxies,\u201d admonished Gal-el.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere must be countless millions of us. Helpless before these never-ending massacres.\u00a0Does this not cry out for vengeance?\u201d exclaimed the soul of the fetus.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Laws of the Universe are harsh but they are not vindictive. They are Karmic not vengeful. For many of those mothers they will remember to their dying moment the exact day you were untimely ripped from their wombs. Children who would have been around your same age in the parks or playgrounds or in the streets will stab them with pangs of regret over. Too late, you are all gone forever.\u00a0 They will weep and agonize all of their lives alone and by themselves. For who can they confide this terrible anguish?\u201d<\/p>\n
The spirit of the murdered fetus understood and he uttered a silent prayer of forgiveness for his poor mother who would know what true desolation was in her heart of hearts for this wicked deed.<\/p>\n
The Archangel Metatron was waiting for baby 370 million and three hundred thousand.<\/p>\n
\u201cWelcome to your very own Kingdom of the Innocents. Jesus visits this place often. He loves you all more than he loved his Apostles, if that is possible. Your name is Adventalius, for you came to us during the period of Advent. Everyone here has his or her own original name. We are angels after all and therefore, powerful and original beings.\u201c<\/p>\n
Gal-el wept tears of joy for Adventalius. But then the angel remembered that its duties consisted of serving as guardian angel to those who would never be born. This boy had been singularly brave. He never despaired. He was full of joy and gladness. His spirit flew away with a lightness he had rarely seen.<\/p>\n
Christmas Eve would soon come to planet Earth, and the thought of acting as guide to a bright and unblemished tiny piece of God who would soon be eliminated with less kindness than poisoning a rat filled Gal-el with more sadness than he could bear. So out of sight of everyone, Gal-el wept long and bitter tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy must I and my companions always be the same ones to bring the unwanted and murdered fetuses towards the Light?\u00a0 I am afraid that it has become too much for me to bear. I realize that the cross Jesus carried for humans must have been excruciating. That\u2019s why he fell three times and in the end, the Romans commanded several strong men to help him uphill with his cross. I am only a tiny guardian angel of fetuses. I fear that I have been drained of all force.\u201d<\/p>\n
All the angels listened to the deep laments of Gal-el. They understood the emotions piercing it. Among the guardian angels of the unborn, Gal-el was the most ancient. Since Assyrian-Babylonian times Gal-el had been their Accompanist and Guide.<\/p>\n
Time in the Universe is but a flash of light or a blink of God\u2019s eye. Five thousand years of looking after dead unborn babies was a different matter. That was enough.<\/p>\n
\u201cPerhaps on Christmas Eve, we could send Gal-el to a newly conceived being? It\u2019s parents prayed and longed for a child of their own for years. They have six adopted children of all colors and creeds,\u201d declared Metatron gazing into the deepest sky blue eyes of the Archangel Rafael.<\/p>\n
“I concur. This little being\u2019s mother sings in Saint Paul\u2019s Choir in London. She has a fine contralto voice. On Christmas Eve during the Midnight Mass she will sing the Gloria in Excelsis Deo. Glory to God in the highest. Yes! By all means. Let\u2019s send Gal-el to look after the fetus until she or he is born and stay till death separates them,\u201d replied the Archangel Rafael.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is a wonderful idea. To reward Gal-el for the difficult assignments throughout the millennia, the angel shall henceforth be known as Gloria,\u2019\u2019 decreed the One Cosmic Force of the Universe.<\/p>\n
The Archangels Metatron, Michael, and Rafael hastened to give the beautiful news to Gal-el.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom this day forward, you will be known as Gloria. You will be the guardian angel of a child that will see the light of day. You will remain with the newly conceived being until it is called back into the fold of the Universe when its time on earth is ended.\u201d<\/p>\n
The angel now known as Gloria knelt and exclaimed \u201cO Glory to God in the Highest.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The tiny angel Gal-el embraced the fetus. It could feel its heart thumping with fear. The voices of the nurses in the room increased their intensity inside its mother\u2019s watery womb. \u201cHoney, don\u2019t you worry. The thing in there, won\u2019t feel a thing it will go to sleep and never … Continue reading