"Musings of an Earth Angel is a mystical story that's fresh, inventive and will linger with you long after you are finished reading. Spirit junkies will relish this exciting new adventure and hunger for more."
-Gabrielle Bernstein, New York Times best-selling author of Miracles Now
ABOUT THE TRILOGY
22-year-old Samantha Kingston had the perfect job, perfect boyfriend, and perfect Friday nights. When disaster strikes she loses everything and is propelled into a journey where evil and good, dark and light are battling for her destiny. Will the Demon Brigade viciously destroy her? Or will her Angel team and the Divine help her to elevate and see her real truth as an Earth Angel?
Check out Sam's musings at www.musingsofanearthangel.com/blog
Atlanta, GA, Late April 2014
I had heard of being possessed by demons, but I never thought I would be so lucky as to get to have the experience firsthand. Once again, I could feel my body trembling and that strange bitter saliva building in my throat. I needed an exit strategy — and fast. I'd learned to expect and accept crazy episodes, but I had hoped I could at least enjoy Rose's birthday dinner out with my friends.
Sweat trickled down my forehead, and I pushed my chair away from the dinner table and staggered to my feet. Rose grabbed me by the forearm. She and the others had already enjoyed three bottles of Prosecco; and the night was just getting started at La Lune et La Soleil, the hot new restaurant in midtown.
Rose raised her voice above the clink of glasses and hum of conversation. "Where are you going? Jacob's just getting to the good part. You gotta listen."
With sweat now dripping down my cheeks and the back of my neck, I sat back down as Jacob continued with his crazy story. He'd been over served at a party a few weeks ago and jumped into a parked cop car. The keys were somehow still in the ignition, and he drove through town shouting at random people through the car's megaphone. Then he somehow managed to escape without the local cop tracing him. He'd gotten away scot-free — so far.
The waiter brought over the first course and Ken, a good friend to both Rose and me, proposed another toast. "To the beautiful birthday girl and to another great year of us all having fun together!"
I raised my glass of sparkling water — I could barely stay sane as it was these days and was terrified to think how my body would react to alcohol, at least for now anyway. Woozily, I toasted my dearest friend as best as I could. I fought to keep my eyes from rolling into the back of my head and almost dropped my glass.
"Whoa!" Ken said. "You sure that's just sparkling water?"
The small alcove we were sitting in began to blur and when it came back into focus the flames on the tapered candles adorning our table flickered purple and green. I gripped the table to steady myself. When I glanced down at my hands, they looked ancient, not mine but rather those of something cruel.
The shaman had told me I would be done with the hallucinations and the cleansing after I drank that godawful drink. He didn't warn me about any of this.
It's in your best interest to get home as soon as possible, my dear, a voice in my head said. I had learned to listen to that voice, especially when I could feel the truth of the words at my core.
"Excuse me, guys. I need to go to the restroom," I said.
As calmly as possible, I made my way past the other tables and out the front door of the restaurant. One of Atlanta's spring storms was about to break, and the air felt charged with electricity. The wind picked up, blowing my hair about my face, and for a moment I felt refreshed. I returned inside and went to the bathroom to splash water on my face. Rose had been there for me through the awful times with Lucas and Honey, and I hated the thought of abandoning her party.
"There you are," Ashley said as she opened the door to the restroom. "They just served the main course. We also asked for chocolate soufflés for dessert. They do this really neat thing where they put a sparkler into the —" She paused and came closer with a look of concern. "Are you okay?"
"Ash, something's not right. I think I ate something bad."
"No, earlier on. I need to go —"
I could barely finish my words. My insides roiled as if something wanted to rise up out of my throat.
"Are you sure? You have been acting really weird and not at all like yourself, Sam. Is there anything I can do?"
She gave me a hug, trying to calm me down. I could barely hug her back; I was so focused on trying to get my bearings so as not to freak her out any further.
"Please tell Rose I'm sorry. I didn't want her to see me, because I knew she would insist on coming with me, and I don't want to ruin her party."
"Ok, sure," Ashley said, "Get an Uber. Text us when you get home."
"I will," I said as I headed out to the street.
It was hailing now, large pieces the size of marbles clattered onto the cars in the parking lot and across the road. Fortunately, because this was such a hot spot, there were several taxis right outside the restaurant. I knew I would not be able to wait for an Uber, so I waved over the closest taxi and opened the door, so grateful to be heading home to safety. It's a strange word to use, but I just knew that in my home, in my environment, I'd be okay. I'd be able to deal with whatever the Demon Brigade sent my way.
"Where are you heading, Miss?" the cab driver asked.
"To Morningside," I spluttered.
I looked at my reflection in his rearview mirror; my eyes wide with my pupils dilated, my face a sickly looking yellowish hue. Sweat continued to stream down my cheeks. Please, please just let me get back home. I did my best to hold in the hideous noises that wanted to escape my body. After Peru I thought the worst was behind me, but now I wasn't so sure. I could feel my organs flailing around inside of me and felt a huge knot of pain on the inside of my throat.
My phone dinged with incoming texts.
The first was from Rose. Hey, what is going on, and do I need to come home now?
Absolutely not! I texted back. Stay and enjoy your birthday.
Ken, sweet Ken, also sent me a message. I hope you feel better and let me know if I can do anything or if you want company.
He was the polar opposite from Lucas. Rose had tried to get us together after Lucas and I split up, but I could never see him as more than a friend no matter how hard I tried. Another wave of cramping overcame my body, and I had to lay down across the back seat of the cab in the fetal position. Finally, we pulled up to my place. I threw twenty bucks at the cab driver and staggered out of the cab. The hail had given way to rain, and I was drenched by the time I got into my condo.
I stumbled through the doorway and barely made it into my kitchen, where I began to scream, releasing harsh, wretched noises. The foreign sounds were loud and nasty and came from a place of dark, deep-seated pain. They were unlike anything I had ever heard and did not feel like anything I had ever experienced before. I'd had episodes of uncontrollable sobs, random bouts of back pain, and massive unexplained waves of nausea for a while now, but this was different. This pain was magnified tenfold, as if a strong man had reached inside my chest and was ringing my heart out like a wet towel. I hunched over and a hollow, high-pitched shrill forced its way out of my mouth.
I felt as though I had an entity inside me, something dark and desperate, something that clearly wasn't me, something fighting for its life within my body. I could feel my heart beating faster and faster and faster and even faster. I thought maybe I should have gone to the ER instead of coming home. But I knew that would have given my Uncle Bill all the ammo he needed to prove his theories about me true.
Some days I had truly wondered if I was going insane. The question haunted me constantly: Is all of this real or is it just my imagination?
As I turned, cradling my head in my hands, I saw my reflection in the mirror across the hall. My sweaty face looked contorted with a grimacing frown. My blonde wavy hair was now matted, soaked through from all the toxins leaving my body. This was all the reminder I needed that this was real and not my imagination. Tears flowed down my cheeks and the moans got even fiercer.
A seductive voice wormed its way into my consciousness. "Samantha, you have been such a humble host, and I know you don't want me to leave. Why don't we work together, and you can let me use your power. This should put you at ease, and I will make sure you are very, very comfortable."
"You aren't me and you never were," I gasped.
Despite the pain, I managed to crawl on my hands and knees towards the small altar in the corner of my living room where I kept my crystals and my sage. I grasped my favorite selenite heart crystal and held it to my chest. "You are lucky you lasted this long. You haven't taken me down yet, and you aren't going to take me down now. I know who I am, and I have learned my truth. I will suffer through this and much more to get rid of you and send you to the light."
It's one thing to have a supposed cleansing ceremony supervised by a shaman. But then to return to normal civilization and have some kind of being exorcised out of your body — feeling its screams coming from your voice and feeling it fight with your organs — is totally messed up. I was frozen except for the convulsions coming out of my body, and I couldn't move if I wanted to. Thoughts streamed through my mind.
I must be one tough woman for the universe to think that I can handle this all at once and so quickly.
I am over whatever all of this is and want this phase to be finished and finished for good.
I feel like I am a major piece in one big science experiment, and I am tired of it.
The Demon Brigade has confused me and made me believe things about myself that are not true and have nothing to do with who I really am.
I feel like I am having to relearn the rules of humanity and to figure out things on my own.
This is too much for someone who is only twenty-two!
That oily, dark voice burrowed deeper, trying to break me apart with doubt. "Even if you get rid of me, Sam, the others will never let you be free. You will always have one of me looking to pounce on you. Just remember we will take you down — if not now then at some point. We have taken you down many lifetimes before, and there isn't much that will be different this go around."
With trembling hands, I lit the candles on my altar. I whispered over and over again, "I choose Love and it is always my choice." I mustered the energy to get the words out, because I knew my affirmation of faith would make this thing move faster and allow me to turn within and be at peace with the outcome that I knew to be true.
"Light always wins as long as the intention is pure," I said. "Your cadre knows my intention is pure, and my will is unstoppable."
From my experience in my dream-life, I knew that the more fear I felt, the more power I gave to the demon that was leaving my body and to the whole cadre and army.
The intensity lasted for what seemed to be hours. When my heart finally beat more slowly, I sensed that the monster I had been carrying was no longer inside of me. The reality of what had just happened brought more tears to my eyes, but this time they were tears of gratitude to be rid of that thing.
The logical side of me wondered briefly if I had just had a panic attack, or maybe even a heart attack, but the true me knew better. This was the Brigade at its finest, trying to take me out and make me vulnerable to more of their attacks. I took a deep breath, realizing my life would never again be the same. What I knew as "normal" was gone for good.
With my still trembling hand, I lit another candle and burned more sage, and then I curled up in front of my altar, using my meditation cushion as a pillow. First thing in the morning I'd check in with Bridget to help process what the heck had just happened. Then I'd somehow make it up to Rose for missing her party.CHAPTER 2
Ten weeks earlier
Sometimes life hits you with one doozy after another. You come up, you think it's safe, and then suddenly another crappy thing happens. I'd already broken up with Lucas, and I'd totaled my brand new Jetta in an accident that fortunately left me with just a few scrapes. I was safe, wasn't I? Nothing else could happen. Right?
But when I walked into my condo on that cold winter afternoon, I had an odd numbing feeling across my entire body. I knew something was wrong. The air was too still, too quiet.
"Honey?" I called out. "Honey?"
A fifteen-pound bundle of sweetness and unconditional dog-love usually came racing to the door to greet me. And boy did I need that today. Breaking up with Lucas was one of the hardest things I'd ever done.
As I swept through the house, the feeling only intensified. She wasn't curled up on the sofa or hiding in the pantry. Then I noticed my back door swinging back and forth on its hinges. I grabbed my keys and ran outside. My condo was in a quiet complex, a friendly area with big oak trees and lawns where Honey loved to run. However, it was just off a busy road that curved sharply. Drivers flew by, barely paying attention.
I ran through the trees calling her name. No luck.
Panting and out of breath, I reached the main road where I saw my worst nightmare. There was Honey in the middle of the road, lying on her side. The cars slowing down so as to avoid her weren't even making her flinch.
"Honey!" I screamed. "Noooooo!"
I stepped into the oncoming traffic, waving my hands to get the cars to stop. A minivan swerved and honked at me. Suddenly an older man with white sparkling hair and a white beard appeared beside me. He wore a white shirt and khaki pants.
"Don't worry ma'am, I'm here to help you," he said.
He stood in the middle of the road with his hand out and slowed the cars so I could dash to the center to Honey. I knelt beside her. She wasn't moving a bit, and her eyes were dull. I was crushed ... Honey was gone.
Again he appeared beside me. "May I help you carry her?"
"You're so kind. But I need to do this myself."
"I understand, I am sorry for your loss," he murmured.
I scooped her up, and while he continued to stop the traffic I slowly made my way across the road with Honey.
I was a few steps down the sidewalk leading back to my condo when I realized I never thanked him. I turned, expecting to see him get into his car, but it was as if he had vanished into thin air, disappearing just as quickly as he had shown up.
I'd had Honey since I was thirteen years old. My parents were going through an awful divorce. At the time I blamed myself for their unhappiness, because I overheard them saying they had stayed together for the last few years for my sake. I was heartbroken at the thought of our perfect family being shattered into pieces, and I was mortified at the thought that I was the one causing my parents, the two people I loved most in this world, so much pain. My dad is now a pilot and is always in a different country, and my mom is back home in Colorado.
Honey, a little fluff ball of love, appeared right when I needed her the most. She was a rescue from the local animal shelter. My mom took me there on a day when I was desperate for some happiness, and I like to say that Honey chose me. I stood in the yard with the puppies, and when I saw her waddling towards me — well, it was love at first sight.
And now she was gone.
Rose had just pulled up to her condo, which was right next door to mine, and when she saw me carrying Honey she dropped her shopping bag and ran towards me.
"Oh Sam, is she going to be okay?"
I shook my head.
Rose gently stroked Honey's silky fur, and I started to cry, the loss finally hitting me. She'd been with me for almost nine years. We sat on the steps of my condo a while, as I cradled Honey, and then Rose gently asked, "What should we do? Should we bury her?"
While Rose went to borrow a shovel from one of our neighbors, I walked behind the condos to the woods where Honey loved to run. I stopped at her favorite spot just under one of the beautiful oak trees and laid her gently on the ground. We took turns digging until the hole was the right size. Honey wasn't very big. She was a Shih Tzu poodle mix, white with brown spots.
"We should pick some flowers and leave them on her grave," I said to Rose with a sniffle.
"I'm on it," she said and dashed away.
Now that I was alone the tears rolled down my face. "Honey, I'm so sorry for what happened today. I just want you to know that I loved you more than anything, and I thank you for all the warmth and kisses and love you gave me over all the years. Because of you I have never felt alone and have always felt loved no matter what. You got me through a lot, and for that I am eternally grateful."
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