Feeling myself lost and distressed in life, I returned to a my own home library and opened cracked crispy pages of stout books that stared back at me with a poker face. Here I come forth with mixed of old languages with scribbling of erratic angel names with their specific protocols! Finding my gel pen, I crept to my desk, got hold of funky sticky notes, sat besides an old clockwork that does not tick and began to write : Time Froze

1.Angel Israfeel

“Yes dear Angel Israfeel, I want to create and invent my own reality.” So with clairaudience abilities, the chill will be put forth on my olive skinned forehead and it will tell me, “Dear oh Dear! Put the scent of Black Oudh and thereupon I shall come to aid for manifestation.”

2.Angel Gabriel

“How about if immortality and eternity is what is needed by my soul so I can be an ancestral guide to the many broken earth bound souls?” Then does Angel Gabriel responds with grace along if sugar and caramel sage is burnt to give the heavenly mist. This is when goosebumps are felt that makes one aware of his presence.

3.Angel Mikaeel

I could apply to many jobs and still could stagger behind despite my loaded resume. ” Why is that Mikaeel?”I ran to my closet, took a fresh white pair of dress, put a daisy scent to my hair; had lit a vanilla candle that had cinnamon spice scent to it.  I couldn’t wait to see my e-mail the next week.

I roam fearlessly in a world of pressure. Earth can not take it anymore. We can join hands and resort to forgotten mystic practices. My life itself is a film of nostalgic wisdom.