Ariel

By Janet Rowe

I believe we all have a guardian angel to guide us. I chose LDC because he is my angel. I have felt his presence as well as seen him. On that day you will read about in the book, he did save my life and my girls. It is important to listen to the whispers we all hear and give them credence. Your angel may one day save and change your life for the better. I believe that many souls return to earth to make our world a better place to live. Your angel could be at your shoulder right now, whispering.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Covenant Books, Inc.
• Release date: Nov 23, 2021
• ISBN: 9781638850571

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Chapter 1: Ariel Remembering

Ariel Remembering

Hello, I want to introduce myself. My name is Ariel, and this is the story of my recollections. I seem to have lived off and on for many centuries. These recollections are the most prominent in my memory. I am about five feet four inches and quite slenderly athletic. My hair is so blond it is almost white and hangs to my waist. My dress is of white gossamer layers with angel sleeves and falls to my ankles. My belt is a piece of light blue silk rope, and it also falls to ankle length. My hair ribbon is also blue, as are my eyes.

I have a special friend named LDC (I found out it stands for Loyalty, Divinity, Celestial), who is always nearby, sometimes in the flesh and other times like a gray mist. LDC always listens to me and never makes judgments but does try to advise. I do not always listen. He is my advisor. I would be lost without his company and guidance. I do not know from whence he came, but God must have intervened. I am eternally grateful for this gift.

Does everyone have a guardian angel? I hope so. I know that there is a legion of good angels, and I am sure divine help is granted to many. Unfortunately, we are not always aware of our advisor and do not listen to the whispers in our sleep.

It was near year one, and my name is now Elizabeth. I was busy drawing water from the well. This was a poor older village with a common water source. At this time, I was in my fifteenth year and very obedient to my parents; as I was an only child, my help was often required. There was an older woman whom I shared an uncanny resemblance to, but she was not honorable and often rebuked by others. Sometimes I was mistaken for her, which was most unpleasant. I went about my day doing household chores, and it was a beautiful sunny day. LDC floated nearby; it was always comforting to have a nearby friend invisible to all but me.

The next morning, I again went to the well. A woman came up to me screeching that I stole her husband. This brought everyone nearby to see the commotion. No one even cared that I said she was mistaken. She just kept screaming. Then the unthinkable happened.

She picked up a rock and threw it at me, hitting me painfully in the shoulder. Still screaming, I stole her husband. Suddenly the crowd started to chant that I was a husband stealer. They were picking up stones and rocks. Then the throwing began. I turned my back to them and was hit numerous times. One rock hit me in the back of the head; I died on the spot. Blood was everywhere. Such a horrible senseless death because of a woman who had her facts wrong. The crowd had done their damage and slithered away, hopefully in shame for what they have done.

They just left my broken body there bleeding for my mother to find. She and Dad found a burial place for me, and it broke their hearts. I was all they had.

When I passed, LDC took me to an angel named Joseph. They took my soul to a safe place. LDC told Joseph that this was not the first time I had been unjustly accused. He would see that it never happened again. I asked where I was. Joseph said, "Why, child, you are in God’s house and safe.

This was about the time God sent Jesus to earth, and I got to see the unjustness he endured. I witnessed his death from heaven. My death was not to be compared with what we saw next.

Jesus did not cry when they whipped him bloody. Jesus did not cry, but he did grimace when they placed the crown of thorns on his head. Jesus did not cry when they made him carry the cross. Jesus did not cry when they nailed his feet and hands to the cross. Jesus finally spoke and asked his Father to forgive them, for they knew not what they do! Jesus committed his spirit into his Father’s hands!

LDC and I both sobbed at this injustice. Joseph was visibly moved. All of heaven was silent. Angels were not singing. Animals and the birds on the earth stayed still and silent. The sky darkened; the earth quaked.

I never want to experience the sights I saw that day. The visible pain and suffering was inhuman. It is imprinted on my soul for all time and all those who witnessed it. How could all the good Jesus did be so forgotten so fast? Human beings are fickle! It is a lesson I need to remember.

Chapter 2: Sarah

Sarah

In heaven, my name is again Ariel, and it seems that I am an old soul that has lived many times with some horrific deaths. LDC and Joseph had taken me to heaven when I passed on earth as Elizabeth. I have been with them for a long time now in a peaceful existence. That is how I came to be sitting on a fluffy white cloud with Joseph and LDC when I heard a sharp cry from below.

I looked down and saw this young girl being kicked by her brother because he wanted her to sweep faster. Her parents just looked on and said nothing. The house was little more than a hovel, and it was the year 1500. There was a great famine in the country. Walls were thin boards, the roof poorly thatched, and the dirt floor was stony and uneven. There were no coverings on the open windows or door. The cold wind just blew in and stayed. Her mother made a gruel for the evening meal, and the young girl got very little of what was left after the other three were satisfied. The girl was called Sarah, and she was in pain and hungry. They all slept on the dirt floor with little more than rags for covering. Sarah was very cold, and she had a high fever. No one cared about her. They just kept themselves warm and slept.

I looked at Joseph and asked why this was allowed. He replied, People have free will, and God does not interfere with free will. These people are not aware that there is a God and have never been taught to care for anyone but themselves. That comment made me sad, as I could not understand how people had never considered how the earth was created as well as all the animals and plants. How could anyone look up into the sky and feel the air blowing and the rain falling without considering the source?

The next day, I watched again as Sarah was up but felt no better. Her mother gave her their filthy clothes to take to the river. She had to scrub them clean on the stones. The water was frigid, and there was ice near the shore. Sarah had no warm clothes. She was very cold. Sarah was almost done when she slipped and fell into the water. No one even tried to help her when she screamed. Sarah bounced between the rocks bleeding and floated down the raging river, where she drowned.

Please, can we help her? I asked. LDC said her soul would soon join us for a time. Sarah’s soul arrived, and she was so surprised to see us. She asked where we were and how this place came to be. I explained about God the Father and the story of creation. I also told her about the angels who watched over the earth, how her guardian angel Joseph saved her soul so she could live without pain with the angels. Sarah asked if she could go back sometime and tell people about creation and the angels. Joseph told