Water From The Moon

By Katryn Ali

 

Ayngela was no ordinary human, for she was Christ's special angel. She knew him when he'd been human and walked the Earth. And in her future he also held the destiny for a certain young man. Christ through her was his only hope.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookRix
• Release date: Dec 31, 2022
• ISBN: 9783755428787

Katryn Ali

Through my books I hope to entertain, and hopefully, a little bit more... I write a various content, from science-fiction, fantasy, horror, to children's stories and novels. Writing is my passion. My heart and soul go into each and every book too. My Testimony: I wanted to explain in detail just what all the Lord has done for me. When I was a child I had received brain damage due to being hit by a car at the age of 8. I hurt my head very badly. And it caused me to live in a state of not being fully aware of the reality around me. My struggles with this have been great. It was like living in a dream state not quite awake. It lasted into my teenage years and into my 20s. I lived in a world of my own, and no one could ever hurt me there. When I was 30 the Lord Jesus came to me and He woke me up. I was aware of Him and I knew who I was and where I was. I was back in reality. So now I am busy writing my stories. My imagination has become a blessing instead of a curse through my books. Notice to all who will leave reviews... Know that positive reviews for these books will be most appreciated. But I also need to tell the ones who decide to leave any negative feedback. Please remember one important fact, authors are not perfect, so please choose to be kind... for who can be perfect here, and know that the stories that are published, are not my own but given to me by the Lord Himself. If you leave a nasty, hurtful review, you do it also to Him who redeemed me by His blood. See, I never read my reviews, good or bad, because I am sensitive and it just is not for me to know about. I was sent here to do His Will. It has been done.

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WATER FROM THE MOON

© Copyright Katryn Ali 2015

Published By Star Books Inc.

Picture Paintings By Katryn Ali

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

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INTRODUCTION

Ayngela was no ordinary human, for she was Christ's special angel. She knew him when he'd been human and walked the Earth. And in her future he also held the destiny for a certain young man. Christ through her was his only hope.

FOREWORD

This is the first book in, THE TRINITY SERIES. You can also find some of the same characters found in this series, in another book series called: The Adventures Of Amistis Star.

DEDICATION

To my Lord and God whom I love with all my heart and give my life to.

PREVIEW

Maine mounted the spiral stairway. His heart was pounding in his chest. He was hot, flushed with sweat. Was he really going to pull this off?

What if he got caught?

He knew they wouldn't hesitate to kill him. Those little incidents weren't just by chance.

Ayngela.

He couldn't stop thinking about her. And poor Amy. Before he entered Ayngela's apartment to see if all was still on, he was told of the tragedy.

The police put it down as a burglar, but Jack knew better. Obviously that bullet had been intended for Ayngel. Jack was second on their list, he was sure. What if they got to him first and he failed the mission?

What then?

Ayngela was just a woman. Her life wasn't worth two cents to them.

Of course Ayngela was an Angel but he wasn’t aware of it. She just looked human to him. Near by stood two other Angels, of course Jack couldn’t see them. Only Ayngela.

Be on your guard, Tektra. It doesn't feel right, Daaios told his comrad who stood by him, wings flexed. He was anxious to punch on something, yucky and scaly of nature.

He saw nothing lurking in the shadows. He knew they were there, somewhere though. He could feel their slimy presence just as a human could after coming upon a snake hole. He didn't see the snake out in the open but could sense it slithering underground near his feet.

There isn't a demon to be seen, Tektra then said. He looked right from left, in back and before him. Nothing. But he sure felt that uneasiness he got when they were close.

That's what I meant. It doesn't feel right so be on guard. I don't like this, Daaios replied. His sword flared white in his hand. He stood ready for the attack but was he really?

God the Father had just informed him that more reinforcements of Angels were on the way. Good, he hoped he'd see them soon.

What for? Tell me, do we really need that much help? I don't see anything. I think we 3 can handle it, Dakota then said. He wasn’t as experienced as Daaios.

Daaios would have to overlook the angel's eagerness and attitude. Daaios wanted to really tell it to him but he knew better. Had to practice patience with the new recruits.

When it appears all calm like this, it's time when more help is most needed, he told the Angel.

Just because you can't see them now doesn't mean they aren't around. They are. They're lurking, hiding in the shadows ready to attack! Tektra said grabbing onto Dakota. Made him jump.

Hey, fly boy, over here, a hissy sounding voice then sneered. Daaios abruptly turned in the direction.

He saw now a very irritable, short and fat demon who went by the name of Reltch. Dakota then swallowed as he saw dozens of demons now, standing besides the smelly yellow, ugly form of an eye sore.

They then all charged at the Angels.

Jack had entered into the computer room now. Still no sign of trouble. A man snake smiled as he stood with his reinforcements all hidden behind a secret panel. They were ready for him. The stool pigeon who saw Jack sneak into the college had squealed to them about Maine. They had been here for quite a while waiting for him to arrive. All Hell was about to break loose.

Maine typed up the information on the computer screen. This is too easy, he mumbled to himself. He just couldn't shake off that awful feeling he had gotten ever since he set foot inside this dreaded building.

Jack was ready to bring up the data he would need to open up the right frequency to destroy the disc encryption. He punched it up. All he need do now was press the start button to begin. A wall panel then opened and there stood Shore with his men all lined up behind him. Jack, we've been expecting you.

PART ONE Ayngela

(Prelog)

In Heaven the Father had just sent His best reinforcements to help Tektra, Daaios, and Dakota. The Father knew Daaios was good at his work but for this assignment, more help was going to be needed.

Go, and be of quick speed! God the Father now spoke from His throne, His voice booming clear across Heaven as the Angels took off in flight. Glorious and wondrous now they were, but they were in for a tough fight.

Everything depended on their skills if Jack was to pull this off and come out alive.

Go Son. It's time. She is ready, the Father then told Jesus who sat besides Him. He got up. It was also going to take a very special Angel for this assignment, an angel who's main purpose of creation was for this particular day.

Jesus went to find her.

Ayngela was dipping her hands in the pool where a stream trickled down into it straight from the Father's Throne. The pool was clear and blue as the sky. It had healing properties. Angels, the badly injured ones, came here to heal.

Here Ayngela sat. She drank of His goodness, her strength returning. She was shining, a brilliant gold-white. The water reflecting in her delight. Jesus smiled. He didn't want to send her back but He knew He must. Her work for Him wasn't over yet. Her beauty no human eye upon the Earth had seen. Only after death.

She saw Him there then, just a smiling at her. Such utter and complete love, she shone even brighter, completely taken in by Him. She stood. Lord, she spoke. He came over and took her hands.

Lord, she repeated. He took hold of her face and stroked her white hair. She was captivated by His blue eyes. He took a strand of her hair and moved it out of the way of her eyes. It's time to go back, He then said. She became sad. I know. I won't fight You on it anymore, she replied.

You are ready, He said.

Oh Jesus, I can't fail. You, the Father, and the Spirit are counting on me, she said to Him.

My child, you won't fail Me, He assured.

Lord, I still can hardly comprehend why You created me to be half Human and half Angel, she now said.

You were created special for several reasons My Ayngel and one of those moments is now, He told her.

Your counting on me to help Maine more than I ever realized, she then said. It was more clear now. Now that she had healed.

I am always with you, Ayngela. You were created an Angel first and given something you hold over all other angels, a human soul. You had to be born on the Earth just like Me. I always knew you'd choose Me. Because you were made human I died for your sins too. You are and always will be My child. Go. The Father wishes to speak some last words to you before you return to the Earth, Jesus said to her.

Lord, the other Angels on the Earth, they get, well.. they, some don't understand, she then said. Jesus lifted up her face to look at Him. He felt her pain of not quite being accepted. In time when you'll all live together with the humans who are Mine in a perfect World, then all will be understood, He told her. She went and embraced Him then. She didn't ever want to let Him go. He felt the very same way. Tears fell.

She took off in flight. She went to see the Father. Probably was another pep talk.

Jesus dipped His hand into the crystal sparkling pool. As He swirled the water around He thought back to the past when He had walked upon the Earth for the sake of all Mankind.

To when He had first met her in His human form. She had been a special one and had touched His heart in a way that no other woman had ever or ever would again.

CHAPTER ONE Another Time, Another Place

Ayngela heard that a man named Jesus had extraordinary powers. He could heal the sick. Make the blind to see and open the ears of the deaf.

Ayngela had this disease. She'd had it ever since she was a child. When she was little she had these moments when she'd become temporarily crippled.

Such pains would cause her not to be able to use her hands. Even to walk, at the worst of these strange pains. She wouldn't feel very good when she got these episodes. It would only last for a couple of days.

As she got older she'd also get these awful pains in her chest. It would get so bad she'd become breathless and lightheaded. It would become very hard to breathe.

When the attacks came on she'd have to take to her bed. Her grandparents weren't very understanding. They thought she only play-acted for attention.

Her mother died in child birth and the father too heartbroken and blamed her for living while his true love died, he went back to his native country which was in Egypt.

When she was a teen her grandparents wanted to move back to her father's country. She didn't want to go. She liked living in Capernaum.

They were old and crotchety and sure weren't going to remain just on the account of her, so they packed and left her.

She was good with her hands so she was able to keep the house and make a living for herself with various jobs. It was a blessing that they were gone.

Ayngela had prayed to God so many times about the hardship her grandparents put on her. She was happier now with the peace and quiet.

You really are a burden and a pain, Ayngela, still rang and and rang inside her head from time to time, she had been told over and over by them.

Now she was 20 and this strange sickness of hers was getting worse. Still it only lasted a couple of days. It was bad when it struck though. She was unaware that she had a disease of her immune system.

And now instead of it fighting off alien matter, her immune system fought against her very own body. Was why she had pains.

She went to a person of Doctrine about it. This person, in the future, would become a writer of one of the books in the New testament. Luke was his name.

He told her her illness lay within her system's natural defenses, to ward off foreign bodies. This is what wasn’t working right. He told her it would probably develop more serious as she got older. She might even die from it. Not very cheering news to say the least.

Maybe this Jesus could heal her.

It was getting bad, now that she was 27, so much so she was losing jobs. She couldn't pay on the tax to her house anymore. Matthew the tax collector, was courteous towards her but wanted his money on time.

At first when she told him she didn't have the cash, he'd seen her wonderful needlework and told her if she made quilts for him then he'd overlook the tax on her house.

He said he knew who to sell the quilt-works to, for a small fee that is, to find customers for her, he kept some change for himself, sold the quilts, and she still got enough money left over for the month's rent and extra for food, etc.

But then she got one of those sick spells and couldn't sew. He was about to evict her, then he just kind of didn't show up in Capernaum anymore.

Rumors were floating around and frankly she didn't care where he went off to, hoped he jumped off the end of the world.

A year ago though, a new tax collector came around, he was worse than Matthew ever was. He did evict her even after she offered free sewing for him. Now she had no home.

The money she had left, she was going to use to travel, to try to find this Jesus. It would be worth it all if he did heal her. Then she could work again.

She was so good with her hands when they weren't bothering her. She was very skillful. She thanked God for it. She knew her talent wasn't from her own accord.

Her grandparents never stood behind her talents. Said they were a waste of her time when she should be married and having children. She had heard such good things about this man Jesus. She sure hoped he was legit and could help her.

Was a chance to take though, with all the fake quacks out there in the world promising empty dreams. She sure hoped Jesus wasn't another one of them.

One person told her as she put a few things in a bag to leave, that this Jesus was said to be THE MESSIAH. The chosen ONE God had promised THE WORLD.

A deliverer for our sins. Oh, I hope so, Ayngela said.

Oh honey, better keep your mind on more practical things. Get yourself married while you still can do a days work. Get him hooked on your cooking, that is better than looks anyway. If you can find someone while your still in your child bearing years, he will take care of you if you enter into bad health again. That way you'll be taken care of. This Jesus, he's probably a phony, the older neighbor woman told her.

Deep in Ayngel's heart, she hoped with all her being Jesus was who they were saying he was. A Savior sure was what this cold world was needing. Had been for a long time.

Ayngela had this thing about people. Was a gift God had given her. She could read them. Tell if their heart was true. She'd know when she'd meet Jesus if he was who they said he to be.

He'd either be true or a false prophet. If he was sent by God she'd know. For she loved God with a passion. She never blamed Him for her illness. It made her appreciate the simple little day to day things that people can easily take for granted. Like a sun shinny day. Flowers in bloom. Even the beauty of making a quilt.

The journey was harder on her than she realized. It was bitter cold at night. She didn't have enough money to afford being put up in lodge every night. She needed that money for food.

She bought a fur wrap. Cost more money than she had planned on. She was sure the guy who sold it to her had ripped her off.

Thank you, he fake smiled as he handed it over to her. He was thinking, stupid, desperate women will pay any cost for a little comfort.

Well, no more sleeping indoors, Ayngela said under her breath. She didn't complain. God wouldn't want to listen to it and besides, she loved sleeping under the stars. She felt so free. The wrap that she just bought looked heavy enough to keep her warm.

As she lay in the place she settled for the night, a hard rock as a pillow for her head, she was wishing she had bought a cheap wrap instead so she could buy a pillow. Anything would of been softer than this. She had brought with her some sewing material with cotton for stuffing. She had nothing but time on her hands.

She decided to make herself a decent enough pillow and sew on a few things to try to sell tomorrow. Her hands and elbows were hurting her something awful, but she had to sew. She was running out of money.

She remembered what that doctor had told her about staying inside and not out in the cold, damp air very much. Could make her pains worse. Sure enough, it did.

She felt just awful. She began to have doubts about this Jesus. Oh, she hoped all this wasn't for nothing!

Ayngela ran out of cotton. She sure wanted a pillow for her head tonight. As she was walking along, she saw cotton trees. Perfect! Oh thank You Lord, she told God happily. She started to pick away.

Hey! Those are my cotton trees! an old man ranted as he ran toward her, swinging his arms. He made poor Ayngela pay for the cotton she had picked. Took all the money she had left.

Ayngela had to eat roots that night and they were so bitter. She awoke in the night and threw them all up. She was so hungry. She didn't understand why God was putting her through this?

She just had to sell something tomorrow or she wasn’t going to eat.

That next day she went into this little town to try to sell some pillows she had just made. She had been sewing all morning and her hands hurt bad.

A man and a woman looked them over. Not very good quality sewing, the woman told her husband. Had really hurt Ayngel's feelings. She had sewn the best she could with her hands and fingers just a throbbing. She felt her lips quiver. She sniffed hard keeping the tears from falling.

Too sloppy of work I'm afraid, Miss, the man replied to her. As she walked away then, the tears came in a flood. I am worthless! I can't do a thing now! I might as well rip my clothes and let the birds have their way with me! she sobbed and sobbed.

She came upon a sea. The sea of Galilee. People were sitting everywhere. What was going on?

She needed to rest so she started to scout for a place. Sure was crowded here. She never felt comfortable in crowds of people.

She saw a spot under a shady tree. Was growing hot out and she was feeling a bit lightheaded. It was from her fever and lack of food. She bumped into someone. I'm sorry, she apologized.

It's alright, Miss, John, one of the Disciples replied back. She then sat, as John was bringing a basket to Jesus who was sitting on a huge boulder up on a hill.

As John passed Ayngela, she noticed the 2 loaves of bread and a fish inside his basket. Her stomach growled. It just made it worse.

She was so hungry she could hardly stand it. She wished to speak to him, to please just give her a bite of that fish and bread. Shyness took the better of her so she never disturbed him at all.

She finally got brave, hunger driving her to it, but he had moved on so fast, and in this crowd she just couldn't spot him.

He then caught her eye. He was giving the basket over to this man up on a hill. He had a wrap around his head so she didn't get a good look at his face. He was too far off. She also was just too caught up in the fact that she was about to faint. Oh God, please help me. I have no food, she prayed with what strength she had left.

Jesus looked out to the crowd of people. He felt sorry for them. Some looked so hungry and about to pass out. Especially this one woman who sat under a tree to get away from the heat. She looked so dismayed.

Ayngela, all her energy was zapped. She was busy concentrating on not fainting dead away that she never noticed the miracle that had just taken place.

John and the other disciples were passing around basket after basket of bread and fish. More than enough to feed this multitude of people.

Go and bring some to that woman, Jesus told John pointing out Ayngela who still remained to sit under the tree. He recognized her. She was the one he had run into.

Miss? he inquired after approaching her. She startled.

Some food? he asked. She just looked at him. He felt her forehead. You look like you could use some refreshment, he said to her kindly laying a basket at her feet and then he gave her some water to drink from his goat-skin jug. She saw God living inside him as plain as day. Her heart overjoyed. Her spirit was revived.

She smiled as she thanked God over and over in her mind. She only took a piece of bread and a little fish meat as