Karma

The Death Rattle. How appropriately it is named. I hear it; I hear it like the tolling of a bell; like the summons of a master. That is how I hear it now, though it used to be different. When Man first began to give up a soul, I would linger at their side. I would wait for the rattle. Now, as time has passed in years I cannot imagine to count, I allow the rattle to call me. Oh, not in all instances. But in the precious few that I can, I do not interfere before I am called. Before they are truly dead.

We are all different in our ways, but the idea is the same. Guide the soul from the dying body. Do not allow the soul to rest within the body. No human is excluded, none forgotten. Not the 108 year old woman who has outlived her grandchildren, not the young girl who was left for dead in the swamps. Perhaps if humans knew this they wouldn’t be inclined to continue their strange ritual of searching for lost persons who are most certainly decaying corpses in a need of ‘finding the body to put it at rest’. Looking forever for that which must be inevitably returned to the Earth.

Man has always lacked true faith in the spiritual realms. That he himself possess’ within a true spiritual soul is beyond his capacity. That he really is the immortal creature blessed with a mortal life rarely comprehended. Death is so much the end for man that he fears it. He fears it with the instinct of a rabbit in the jaws of a wolf. Kicking and thrashing, he will defy it to the end; and then some. Even a newly released soul can run. This makes my job more difficult sometimes. Upon finally collapsing and believing that they are dead, they always ask me questions. Question that I cannot answer for them, for each holds the key to their own answer and it has nothing to do with me.

I am not the only one, though this century my strength has grown ten fold. This strength has led me back to an interests in humans and their ways as it is their interest in me which has further empowered me. Most of us are known by many different names and most of us chose long ago to identify with one of these man made deities and to name ourselves. I am Azrael. I am The Angel of Death. Scorned now by the other soul guides for my recent involvement in human life. But why not know more of human life? The other’s say that there is a reason we are not inclined to know Man. I say, what reason?



That's all I have for now...please feel free to criticize.

Jeez