August 18, 2019 · Baião, Portugal
A Mist-ery in the Heavens
And on this day, I Ascended into the heavens, on Ascension Day, the day Mary went to Heaven, India gained independence, Paraguay whose capital is Asunción was founded and I was born.
Upon reaching the top of the mountain for what I hoped would be a view of the rising full moon, and setting of the Sun, I was engulfed in a mist.
I was beckoned by a light, through gates, trying to beckon me further, as if to enter a vortex to be taken to the other side, but I had no interest in ascending into the heavens at this time.
As miracles would have it a bolt, of arrow with smoke stream following, entered the Angelic Archer’s (Archer Angel’s) bow, piercing a hole in the mist for the light to glow.
A miracle it was, for I even saw shadows in the sky, as the shadows of the ominous towers extended upon the ground and then up into the air, being held by the remaining mist, a mist-ery to say the least.
The skies cleared and out of the mist the full moon did rise, as there was fire in the sky, the moon played, and the clouds were set afire by the setting Sun, as the skies darkened the moon glowed more enlightened.
A drive back down the perilous roads, gave a bit of a night’s fright, but again I lived to see another day in another year. A drive made possible by Nonu Pimental, who gave me lend of a car, to follow my destiny, while he repaired my car for further adventure.
Take just a minute, no don’t wait a minute, click on the 5th photo tile and in one minute you will see the story of this mist-ical eve of mine.
