Did you ever wonder why angels have wings? Our author offers a plausible explanation.
I am constantly amazed at the originality of our contestants. No two writers have handled the prompt in the same way (making this a judging nightmare!) Here is our most ephemeral entry to date, one that still complies to the parameters of the prompt: to write about a recent encounter with a lost love. Not yet entered the contest yourself? After you have read Parisianne’s entry, follow this link to see what we’re after: https://awordwithyoupress.com/2016/02/14/at-last-a-new-contest-love-lost/
We are offering a Nook or Kindle device to the winning entry, and a trophy we’ll reveal later this week. In the meantime, here is
Two Wings of an Angel
by Parisianne Modert
Over many lifetimes souls transmigrate body to body. Humans have a next life or ascend into a higher being. My name was Ursula Tengroth, was Peter Modert and was Parisianne Modert, but this story is about souls.
This message of souls, I pray, will free each of you from all fears about your own deaths and punishments. The Great Light created us in its energy of purity and love. Please read this story with reverence and gratitude knowing you are loved.
My own part of this story begins in the Stockholm summer of 1951 only a few days old, born to a famous actress named Birgit Tengroth. One mid-afternoon, in my crib on the third floor with sunlight playing down through skylights, I passed. My soul rose from my body as my mother was coming into the room to check on me. I still can hear her screams and my own internal ones as the clouds grew nearer before she disappeared forever from me and I from her.
An ascended master, in the form of spinning blue light, gently, but authoritatively told me that my next life would begin in taking the place of another soul in that baby’s mother’s womb. My lifetime purpose would be to self-actualize myself and teach others as a transformed female embodied, two spirit. I obeyed not fully understanding the instructions.
In those first moments within her first trimester fetus, I met the soul within Mrs. Jo Modert that her husband, Dr. Alson, would later name Peter. To tell you that Peter’s original soul was my first love and I was his is our sworn truth. Souls are far more aware than even adult humans. Without any certainty as to how long we would be allowed to remain with each other we kissed, embraced, expressed our love for each other and made love in our own energy way. Our brief time together during the first trimester was sweet, revealing, with prayers for our eternity, vows born out of our love.
Destiny, however, had a different design and suddenly I was alone in the chemical washing machine. I retreated and did not allow those chemicals to reach Peter’s brain leaving him physically male, but female by gender identity as I had been instructed to do. I missed my soulmate, but tried my best to be brave, doubting I would ever see my soulmate again in any lifetime.
The years passed with growing up male, prom, college, marriage, divorce, sex reassignment, becoming Parisianne, staying together, my lady’s death and human love. Christmas 2015 the angels blessed me. Parisianne passed on Christmas Day 2016.
At Saint Peter’s Gates I was reunited with Peter’s original soul, my soulmate. We kissed as if no time had passed. During that kiss we merged into one angel, two wings together, a golden halo above our crown chakra.
Have patience with your lives. Love each other. For I tell you that every time two souls become soulmates an angel is born.