Existence Womb (62)

   
   "Existence Womb (62)"
     
   Miriam and Buck were playfully throwing snowballs at one another, no rocks inside, a few hundred feet from the shanty, where Luke slept heavily within after imbibing too much Crown Royal.
   The twosome were still a bit romantic, yet robotic when it came to touching, as if a greater force of sublimity was somewhat frowning upon their possible carnal intentions.  As they giggled and goofed off, a brilliant blue light, like shimmering azure ignited the outskirts of their Calgary location, floating till upon them; next, manifesting itself into the form of a 7 foot tall Nordic humanoid, golden-yellow cascading from his glimmering face made effulgent by arctic-blue eyes.  The twosome immediately got statue-like, feeling reverence and unearthly awe.  Buck was like:  "Leave now Miriam.  Leave now!"   And without hesitation, she obediently departed, curious, but aware that the supernatural is all-encompassing.
   The huge Nordic male spoke to Buck, voicing:  "You have done well for centuries and way way beyond.  Your book is written by the Almighty God, and you have not wended phobic, but engaged your destiny as caretaker."
   Buck bowed his head:  "What now?"
   The golden angel continued:  "Miriam is not to be touched, as your conscience has fed you this instinct.  Possibly, in futurity, by your heart and hand.  Just guard her with your life, for they are coming.  All the tinkering the physician has done will not mask her whereabouts; hence, prepare yourself for war.  War for the fate of a virgin, Miriam.  God's Book will no longer be deleted and edited by iniquity.  Fate can be spited, yet your brave intolerance towards nefarious entities grants you intrinsic courage to muster might and be her shield."
   Buck was like:  "When?"
   The angel offered:  "Like when knowing Gabriel--always keep an eye on God's Message.  Make yourself a child, yes.  But innocence can grow angry and defensive.  Do your job Templar.  As it is written."