August

Issue 47

I met Adam today. I never met him before because I’m young – only a hundred years old. He’s thousands of years old. His hair is long and white just like his beard. He’s walked around the world several times. It doesn’t take so many years to walk across this mass of earth we humans call home, but until you hit triple digits, you’re not allowed outside the Wall of Angels.

The Wall - tall angels standing so close together that their brilliant auras touch, preventing us younglings from leaving our garden –  separates us from those who are able to reproduce. Humans don’t mature until at least one hundred years, sometimes longer. But at this age, we are able to join the elders on the outside and begin choosing our mates.

God walks in our garden sometimes and talks to us, but He prefers to keep us away from the others. He keeps saying something bad is going to happen. I don’t know what ‘bad’ means, but nothing has changed for as long as I can remember. Then again, our human time is not like the Father’s. What He can do in a day takes us weeks. He says that even time will change when this bad thing happens and our time will be further separated from His.