A few of the lyrics that inspired me this week:
"There, out in the darkness
A fugitive running
Fallen from god
Fallen from grace"
And then a brief description of the stars themselves…
"You are the sentinels
Silent and sure
Keeping watch in the night"
And then, of course, a lyric that makes my mind wander towards the series I am writing…
"And if you fall as Lucifer fell
You fall in flame!"
The short passage of lyrics I want to concentrate on today is "You know your place in the sky/You hold your course and your aim" and " And if you fall as Lucifer fell/You fall in flame!"
In the Whispers of Moonlight series, I have a group of angels that are my protagonists. One thing that has always contributed to my writing….I dream of my characters. I always have. The one character, Urim/Corvi, has ghosted in and through my dreams for a while now. So, I want to try to portray them with words as I see them in my dreams, in my mind. Urim is also translated as Angel of Light, and I have also read where Urim had the virtue of casting the fate of men. Obviously, this is not my Urim, but the light, the moon, the stars play a very significant role in the world I created for this story line.
My angels are Fallen Angels, in the sense that once they were celestial bodies, and now they are not, but…my angels fell by their own choice. While watching over the people of Earth, they are distraught enough to decide to come here to help us before it is too late and mankind is beyond help or even hope. So, they know their place. They know where they belong. But at the same time, there are six of them that change their course. They leave their heavenly home to come here, to fight alongside their chosen protected.
When my angels first come to Earth, when they fall, it is predestined to happen within a meteor shower, the Leonids meteor shower, which happens every November. The Leonids get their name from the location of their radiant in the constellation Leo. I think the Leo constellation is one that most of us could find in the night sky rather easily.
The Leonids are famous because their meteor showers, or storms, can be among the most spectacular. Past storms dating back through history to the 1800s have estimated more than 100,000 meteors an hour. This makes the Leonids one of the most breathtaking meteor showers we have a chance to view from Earth.
I have been re-writing one of the scenes from the first book, Saving Grace. It is the meteor shower…
The meteor shower was nothing short of amazing, although most humans, with their stunted vision didn't see a few of the meteors falling to earth, didn't see their collision, the moment of impact when the ground rumbled, when the falling star seemed to collide with the planet, when there would have been an astounding moment of "what just happened". There was no one nearby to see the dazzling light that lingered, then slowly diminished as if struggling to not let go of the beautiful and majestic sight that was left behind when the dust cleared.
Unbeknownst to the human world, this happened not only here in the northeastern United States, but it happened in six places, six different and seemingly unrelated locations, but each chosen purposefully.
There, on the ground, kneeling, one knee sinking into the unfamiliar ground, one hand braced against the earth, fingers squeezed into a fist of defiance, heads bent, were the six most amazing creatures any human could have ever witnessed.
One by one, they raised their heads, their eyes glowing at first, then slowly adjusting to the night, each turning from brilliant white to a different eye color, one blue, one green, one lavender, one dark brown, one light brown and then one gray. This one, the one with the gray eyes, he was the last to raise his head. His fist was clenched the tightest, his newly-formed fingernails leaving impressions in his flawless skin.
Three female, three male.
As they kneeled there, their resounding light slowly disappearing from them, they raised their faces, one by one, to the sky. Their newly-colored eyes searched for only one vision, the moon.
They all looked away, almost simultaneously. They all moved in unison, their arm that was not braced against the ground, lifting to cover their face, to shield themselves from the moon, almost ashamed. One, the smallest, most petite, had a single teardrop slip down her cheek.
The one with the gray eyes spoke, his voice harsh against the stillness of the night, "Cassiel!" and she wiped it away quickly, her eyes downturned, her lower lip still trembling.
A cloud drifted across the night sky, hiding the stars, covering the moon, and in the impending darkness, there was a ripping sound. Like the fabric of time itself was being torn asunder. There was a flash of lightning across the night sky, leaving the impression of red-colored stars briefly in its wake.
Sudden rain drops splashed on the ground, as if the night itself was crying, and when the moon was exposed again, these magnificent creatures were no longer there. On the ground in their place, scattered precariously, were great white feathers, almost iridescent in the moonlight, drops of blood clinging to their tips as if they were pulled from the roots.
So, this is the first meeting, the first time, as a reader, you meet my angels. I want to portray them as I see Urim, and I have a hard time with it. Maybe I am putting too much emphasis on this scene. That is always more than possible and even quite probable. But this scene, this vision, it invades my dreams at least twice a week. I see them falling. I see them colliding with the ground. I see them there, their heads lowered, Urim with his brown hair hiding his face. There is a reason why the moon shames them. There is a reason why Cassiel, in all of her splendor, cries, even though she knows she should not. Cassiel is the angel of temperance. She should be the very first one to show restraint, but she is the one that realizes what has happened first, that allows herself a tear for what she just lost, for what she just gave up. She knows. She was an angel. She was an angel in the strongest form. Beautiful. Pure. White. And now she is fallen. Because she chose, along with the others, to come to Earth. She chose to not give up but to help the ones she has indefinitely watched over from above. She chose to leave her home, her perfectness, to come here and help us, the less than perfect, because she believes, they all believe, that there is good left here.