DARK WINTER

Harvest Home Natural Foods: Gabriel gave the sign a 'once over' before he headed inside.

The doors slid open and the aroma of a multitude of spices filled the air. It was a small mom and pop type grocery store, that sold organic produce and locally grown and processed food stuffs. There was a variety of goods; from organic textiles, to knit hats and gloves, to even a corner of local artist's clever drawings and watercolor paintings.

Gabriel strolled through a couple of isles; more for the sake of curiosity than anything else. He knew Michael and several others of the angelic army were in here….. somewhere. (Not that angels are hard to miss; seeing as they don't tend to slink into dark corners like demons do.) It was just the quaintness of this establishment caught Gabriel's attention. This was not the typical grocery chain or big box store that was so common across the American landscape. Nope: 'Live local' was the motto here; of course with the exception of the oranges from Florida, bananas from Mexico and wide variety of spices from…. mostly India.

Gabriel stood surveying the fair of local cheeses and meats; all from places like 'Two Cow's Farms', 'Matthew's Meadow' and milk from the town of Pittsford. He giggled a bit at the cartoon advertisements pointing customers to where the latest sales were. Apparently 'Playful Paws' cat food was on sale, as well as CBD oil from a farm called 'Head and Heal'.

Gabriel meandered on past the frozen vegetables into the supplement isle. For such a store of little floor space; they sure dedicated a lot of that square footage to various brands of vitamins. Seemed rather ironic; Gabriel thought to himself as he recollected eons of history where humans didn't have to worry about the quality of the dirt their food grew in. In an age of GMO's and RoundUp though, Gabriel could grasp the need for elixirs and caplets that provided some of the concentrated nutrition that had eroded from the dying planet. After all; the Lord Himself had declared that the Earth would wax old like a garment.

"Good day sir." Two other angels saluted. Gabriel returned their courtesy.

"Oh, hi!" Michael greeted Gabe with a bit of surprise. "Didn't expect to see you here."

"Well, even the fake news is reporting on 'fake president' trending on Twitter!'" Gabriel laughed as he held up the latest iPhone version. "I was just curious as to your thoughts on this; considering stolen elections you know?"

Michael stared at Gabe a minute and just shook his head. "You really need to stay out of the Vault of History."

"Well, maybe?" Gabriel let out a chuckle before changing the subject. "So, what are you doing here?"

"Just checking in with the troops." Michael answered, as he held a hand out to the two other angels. "Meet Alexandria and…. Daisy the Droid Destroyer." He chuckled.

Gabriel only flashed the 3 of them a peculiar look.

"The saint they are assigned to has an…. interesting.. sense of humor." Michael answered. "If she could have assigned their names; that's what they would have been." He smiled.

"Daisy the Droid Destroyer?" Gabriel lent a raised eyebrow.

"They are characters from story she wrote." Michael shrugged. "She publishes stuff on the Internet site Fan Fiction."

Oh, OK? Gabriel lent the… all knowing head bob.

"Yet, it's only fair that you should know sir." … Daisy… answered. "If I had my choice; I would rather be thought of as Shiloh." He held a finger up. "At least Alexandria means 'protector of men'." He gestured to his fellow angel.

"Despite the fact that…. I aint ah girl." The other angel shrugged. "But, I guess it don't really matter, 'cause I aint technically ah guy either." He chuckled.

"Well…. if it makes you feel any better." Gabriel grinned. "You both look very manly."

The other two angels just snickered and shook their heads.

"So what's going on here?" Gabriel gestured toward the 3 humans engaged in… hushed discussions about Covid 19.

"Well, they were talking about Bible verses a few minutes ago." Michael answered.

"With a store employee?" Gabriel lent an interested observation.

"Well yeah. They tend to discuss a lot of things here." Michael went on to explain. "It's the local version of the Roman Forum… reflections on Internet information and 'conspiracy theories'; you know." Mike smiled. "A place where the locals acknowledge that… 'all they see is propaganda'…"

"Hidden truths, dotted lines, aint never signed, stood and remained a boss. In a world full of facades, where if you speak you get nailed to a cross!" Alexandria quoted without missing a beat.

"Still true two thousand years later!" Gabriel agreed.

"Yep." Michael acknowledged as he continued the line. "The price of fame will cost your head; if infamy is what you seek than propaganda's what you spread!" He nodded. "Dax was right. Like Tom MacDonald; another very powerful, poignant and timely rap."

"Yep." Daisy finished the lyric. "We went to bed with the American dream and woke up in night-merica."

"Realizing they were in night-merica." Michael clarified Tom's line. "Just like the Lord who knew 'where if you speak you get nailed to a cross'. As was revealed to Noah. Those who were already awake saw glimpses of the coming flood."

"9/11" Gabriel shook a recollecting finger in the air. "The BBC declaring the fall of World Trade Center Building 7; before it actually happened on live TV." Gabriel marked his point.

"Exactly!" Michael second'd that motion. "It aint hard for wolves to find the flock when the sheep are fast asleep."

"Propaganda!" They all coalesced. Standing a moment to reflect; as, just like the beginning of the end that commenced 2000 years prior; they all took another tick of eternity to consider the weight of the present times.

"So, what's your charge doing here?" Gabriel shifted gears a moment, as he inquired of the guardian angels. "I thought her son has Covid?"

"More likely 'post-Covid multi-system inflammatory syndrome'." Daisy answered. "As soon as she knew he was sick, she started stuffing him full of Quercetin, D, C, zinc and N-acytle cytosine. She's here for more herbal reinforcements." The angel pointed to a basket littered with a few bottles of pills and one roly-poly cantaloupe.

"Yeah." Alexandria chimed in. "The kid's drop didn't fall off the cliff, so to speak; but she probably saved 'is life. For what ever the actual exposure; it was working at shut'in down his immune system."

"Vax shedding?" Gabriel inquired.

"Don't know." The angel answered. "Seems so. Seein' how it don't look like he was infected with replicatin' virus. He went from dog sick to nearly recovered in… like... three days." He explained. "That aint typical of people who actually catch Covid. Ya know, they can take months to clear that mess. The kid's fever broke and then he got the rash; which aint typical of Covid either. Rash, fever, multi-system inflammatory and all that mess; usually comes months post 'Rona."

"Oh! An both PCR tests: negative!" Alexandria post scripted a detail.

"But they all had Covid more than a year ago?" Gabriel scratched his chin a moment. "So, is it anti-body dependent enhancement that's killing people, or post Covid multi-system inflammatory syndrome?"

"Or both." Michael concluded.

"Yes, I was there that day." Daisy added. "They went to get a blood draw for a med check and the staff were talking about booster shots. Another patient had just recently gotten their second jab."

"Oh, OK." Gabriel nodded knowingly. "I've read vax recipients can shed spike proteins anywhere from two weeks to a month or more post shot. Or at least that's the current hypothesis of doctors who are tracking this stuff."

"Yes, besides stay out' the hospitals; particularly if you got Covid." Alexandria threw in a last detail. "Don't want 'em shuttin' your kidneys down because they loadin' ya up with Remdesivir. That's why she took 'im back home; kept stuffing 'im up with supplements. He's nearly recovered now."

The other angels just nodded.

"The global evidence continues to mount." Michael lent an ominous reply. "Countries are raising serious questions about all of this. After the fourth booster now, several Israeli authorities are saying the vaccines are worthless. I think Sweden and Finland have now recommended that no one under 30 years old get the shots."

"Hunter Ad Guardian mentioned that too." Daisy interrupted as he nudged Alexandria and pointed toward the cash register. Their charge was wandering off.

"Hunter Ad Guardian?" Gabriel smirked.

"Character from a video game. Her son's intended name for one of his guardians." Michael chuckled as he pointed to the object in Gabriel's hand. "So what's up with the iPhone? You expecting a text from someone?"

"Well, not one of Daniel's lions." Gabriel grinned. "You know if cats could text you, they wouldn't!"

"And last I heard from Elijah; Baal is still…. stuck in the outhouse." Michael lent his own pun. "Get that block head some Imodium." He chuckled. "Don't think it will work though."

"Probably not." Gabriel snickered in agreement.

"So, what's really brought you running all the way out here?" Michael inquired as he began to head toward the door. "I have a feeling it was more than just Truman Show Joe and his fake White House set." He shook his head. "Imagine if Trump had done that."

"Yeah really." Gabriel gaffed.

"Oh Hello Burka" Michael smiled at another passing guardian who was busy trailing the young daughter of Afghani refugees, as she made a bee line for the candy isle.

"Afternoon sirs" The angel saluted.

"Burka?" Gabriel snickered.

"That was her brother." The angel lent a condensed explanation. "He'd told her that if she had a guardian angel, it would wear a Burka. So, she turned and looked at me and said. 'Come on Burka let's go get a candy bar." He threw his hands in the air and continued after the girl.

"Burka?" Gabriel nodded. "I like it."

"Kind of fits him." Michael remarked.

"Yeah, it does." Gabriel giggled.

They saluted another guardian they'd passed; assigned to a Coptic monk who'd just entered the establishment.

"Busy place." Gabriel remarked as he watched the doors slide closed behind them.

"Yes, many awake saints and information distributors in this area." Michael answered as they strolled through the quasi sane parking lot. "Comes with the metropolitan territory."

"I see." Gabriel replied as a pickup truck sped by.

"So what've you been tracking with Mr. Job's pilfered device there?" Michael returned to his original inquiry.

"Oh, military exercises in the South China Sea. I'm sure you know what's going on with Taiwan." Gabriel answered. "They just unveiled a long range missile they've developed. China's been quiet ever since."

"Yes." Michael nodded. "Seems like the beast's ops are trying to start world war three."

"That's what I was wondering myself." Gabriel made a funny face as he tapped through news articles on the screen. "But, Divine action is apparently playing His hand too." Gabriel held a finger up. "LaPalma; that volcano in the Canary Islands. Its side blew off last night."

"Yes, watch out for possible tsunami; island's north end is rising." Michael glanced back at Gabriel, gesturing toward the phone he held. "Several civilian journalists are tracking that story."

"Well, a 50 foot wave hitting the east coasts of North and South America wouldn't be a good thing." Gabriel grimaced. "EarthEX2017 was a 'black sky' 'long term electrical grid failure' exercise; but it didn't specify the cause of the failure: nuclear blast, earthquake, solar storm knocks out the Internet…. or; whatever?"

"China is already there." Michael commented. "Flooding, coal production problems, rolling black outs. They've shuttered a lot of factories."

"Yet stock piles of goods are sitting in warehouses across the U.S.?" Gabriel made another funny face. "Wonder what they are prepping for?"

"Nice touch to Biden's 'dark winter'." Michael lent a soberingly dry comment. "Yet, such event WOULD put quite the… alternative slant on…. say: southern boarder, fake president, Hunter, Fusion GPS, Uranium One, Devolution, FEMA government in a box, Insurrection Act, nation wide forensic audits, China, Taiwan, Wuhan bio-weapon….." He paused a moment. "Satan's suicide by Divine Proxy?"

"Or… Kamakazi derails human engineered world war?" Gabriel paused a moment and folded his arms. "Gives a whole different meaning to 'Pray your flight be not in winter'."

"Dark winter; yes." Michael sighed as he firmly marked his point with one deliberate raised hand. "HE…. know's what He's doing. How ever many…. million, would still be fewer casualties than kinetic military action between the U.S. and China." He looked directly at Gabe. "I don't care; and doesn't matter what Milley promised anyone!"

"Do you think it will come to that?" Gabriel rubbed his chin as he thought a minute.

"Don't know?" Michael sucked in a deep breath. "That may all depend on whether or not cooler heads prevail on the human side of the threat to Taiwan?" Michael shook his head and made a funny face. "Humanity still bears the capacity to make decisions you know. They can't blame it ALL on 5-G."

"Nope." Gabriel agreed, as the two remained still in a moment more of their individual reflections, before parting missions.

And the Lord said in his heart, I will not again curse the ground any more for man's sake; for the imagination of man's heart is evil from his youth; neither will I again smite any more every thing living, as I have done.

While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and (even dark) winter, and day and night shall not cease. (Genesis 8:21-22)