Standing in near darkness, he allowed his Eyes to relax and focus on the tiny glimmers and shards of Light that danced on the edge of the Wilderness.  Sprites danced on every leaf, blade of grass, and stone as She looked down illuminating the land with Her gentle Presence.

Shifting slightly in the cold, he noticed that She moved when he did. The treetops before and below Her stood like a court mesmerized by their Queen. The glints of Light paced Her movement exactly while jumping from leaf to stone to branch yet stilling instantly when She or he ceased movement.

The Dance.

The Covenant of Light.

The Promise that said the Source would forever be near and with him, not only bringing comfort and enlightment but also Love and Joy.

Metatron had Joy now as he tucked his wings close to his body and sat on the frosty ground choosing not to summon the Warmth for his vessel. The Law of the Realm caused his wings to warm him, preserving Power for a time of real need. Becoming quiet and still, the angel allowed the Presence of the One to calm the quivering in his wings. It wasn’t the cold that had Metatron’s wings rippling, but rather his thoughts. God was near and that meant revelation. It could come in any Form.

It could come as shimmering frost on a strand of woodbine climbing a Cedar, or maybe in the lonely howl of the beast in the Wilderness.

It could come as a mournful cry of an owl.

It could come as a vision of stars falling in the Morning sky.

This Morning however, it came from within Metatron. Every time he became this way, his Lord reminded him in a flash of Rememberence that They were Friends. The winds from his mind settled and so did his wings.

Peace.

Mankind had passed a test they didn’t know they we’re taking.

On that holy Morning, Wormwood once again flew past the Mother. It’s evil gaze unable to fix on any target unlike itself. Evil destroys only itself, and The Children chose Light and Love thus making them invisible to destruction. The ascension was accelerating.

Metatron sat in the Moonlight, his silvery wings reflecting not only Her light, but also the Inner Light from the still pool of Being inside him.

He thanked the Mother for the gentle Light and the Father for His Law, and raised his head to scan the edge of the Wilderness and waited not for beasts, but for Friends.