Out Of The Haze ©

As I looked back on December with the holiday season freshly passed, I viewed how we think and what we believe, it’s not all the same thing.
For the most part, humans believe in a divine being or place and have conjured up visions of what that place looks like and the beings who reside there.
Over the hundreds of decades that have gone by humans have given names for these beings.
These gods have servants; some call them angels, messengers from god.

Every day people look up to the sky to a place they believe exists there, a place they call heaven.
A place they look for one when they need hope, something to hold onto for security or to give thanks for a fate of luck.
That’s where it is you know?
Heaven, it’s up there they say.
That’s why Angels have wings so they can go and come at will, so says my niece anyway.

All year but mostly in December we see depictions of angels everywhere we go.
On greeting cards, ads for Christmas, there is even a baseball teams called the angels.
They don’t have wings but their bats can put wings on a ball.

People collect angel figurines and everything angel as a symbol of their belief of their existence and their benevolence.
As humans we revere Angels for hearing our plight and with gods blessing answer our hopes and dreams.

Not all angels have wings.
We compliment people as being an angel themselves for their caring and compassion that they show to others who need our help.
Emulation is the biggest compliment you could give a person or a divine being.

Now if some kids could stop worshipping rappers and pull their fucken pants up or change their underwear, music is fine, but the pants…..gezzzzz

So where the fuck is all this shit Walker is spewing out coming from you are thinking now.
I would be.
First, all this stuff about angels has always been there but on Christmas day I saw something that got me to thinking and bringing up all of this old stuff and comparing what we grow up with and what we see and think.

It was still a little dark around 7 am Christmas day when I crawled out of bed and stared out the window.
I could tell it was a crisp, cold morning just by looking at it.
There was a fresh blanket of snow on the ground and on all the trees and looked picture perfect for the day that it was.
Across the street at the park I could see two kids run onto the unblemished snow then carefully plop backwards on the snow and started waving their arms at the sky and heavens above.
I stood there thinking, do all the dog owners scoop the poop.
I turned from the window and headed off for the washroom leaving them to their rolling around in the snow.

When I was done I went downstairs, put on my coat and stepped to my porch to have a smoke and feel the cold morning on my skin.
As I stood there coughing up my left lung to spit at my neighbour’s cat I noticed the impression in the snow where the kids had been playing.

Two perfect impressions of angels were stamped into the snow across the street in a big open field.
I remember as a kid how we all used to drop in the snow and start waving at the sky with are arms and legs.
Were we waving to the angels?
Or were we the angels?

Yeah I know, I’m insane, actually I am sick as a dog with some kind of stomach virus and can only eat chocolate cake and drink prescription cough syrup.
Good shit too
It says one teaspoon every two hours.
I find it works better if you take two mouthfuls every hour
WOOOO HOOOO
Come on, I’m a guy.
We know how much a teaspoonful is as it’s landing on our tongue.
I have no idea why you could fill a ladle if you spit it back out, must be saliva, yeah that’s it.

I start thinking and looked to the sky and wondered, what if on some planet in some far off distant galaxy there are a group of beings sitting out in the night air looking up at the stars searching for heaven and maybe an angel to help them.
I wondered if they know where heaven was?

Maybe to them, it’s in some far off galaxy, on a bright blue planet where the angels are stamped out in the snow for everyone in the universe to see.
Boy are they screwed.

Have a nice day

Good cough syrup.

Walker