Annual Faerie Angel Race
The faerie angel race was scheduled for two a.m.
No humans were invited, but those aware came anyway.
I woke up at 1:39 and headed toward their starting line.
Clairaudients were there ahead of me, and other empaths.
We nodded to each other but did not make sounds.
The angels won, as they always do.
I think this is why they invite those of us who hear spirit.
I love being clairaudient. It brings me into worlds others miss.
I always rooted for the Indians in the TV shows of the sixties.
So of course I always root for the faeries.
However, I would be disappointed if the angels lost.
We empaths head back to our houses after the elementals have cleared out.
Wanting to help them maintain their dignity and secrecy.
The whole thing takes but a few minutes.
But gives us a memory that lasts years.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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