Page Forty Two: Seraphim

Angels & Archangels

'I have this theory,' said a grain of sand to those others of its like that were close by, 'You know they tell us that we wuz once a mountain?' Its closest neighbour groaned, the others feigned disinterest, attempting to ignore this trouble making upstart. 'It's all bollocks! Tha's my theory. I mean imagine that eh? A goddamn fucking mountain! As big as you like. Nah, bigger. Huge!' It was just this kind of free thinking that lost them the mountain in the first place. 'And djuno what they say happened?' Some jostled to move away, the last thing they wanted to hear after years of being pounded and washed by the waves and endless baking by the sun, was a geology lesson. 'We got worn t'nothing by the fucking wind. The wind! Can you believe that! The fucking wind.' But such is the movement of sand, it took hours for them to get out of ear-shot, and often when they had managed it, a wave would come and wash them together again. 'Nah, it's bollocks', continued the radical grain, impervious to its neighbours' efforts to get away, 'It's fucking bollocks, tha's what it is. Everything's permanent, nothing changes. The same old same old. Sand we is and sand we always was. We's always been sand and sand is all we's ever will be. Tha's all, nothing but sand. Sand. And tha's my theory, for all it's worth.' Faith can move mountains. But try telling that to the sand.      'That's a stupid story!' Exclaimed the young blade of grass to the oak. 'Sand cannot talk!'      'Maybe, maybe not.' The might oak replied. 'But did I fail to mention that ten Angels were dancing around on the top of that grain of sand?'      'Ten!' The young blade quickly turned and looked at its Guardian Angel, who had taken a short rest from coaxing its charge to grow while the oak related the tale. 'Ten?' The Angel flexed its translucent wings and nodded.      '…so I have been told. I am new here, but I cannot imagine that they would tell me lies…'      'Dancing on a grain of sand. What's all that about?' Asked the grass. The Angel shrugged.      '…search me, must have been their day off…' The grass nodded in the breeze, fully accepting the answer before enquiring.      'And who are "they" then, who wouldn't lie to you?'      '…the Archangels…' Replied the Angel, hoping that would need no further explanation      'Are they the boss Angels then?' Which it evidently did.      '…well, they are my bosses, but they have bosses of their own above them.' The Angel thought for a moment, 'It is like a ladder: Lowest are the Angels, like me; then the Archangels; the Principals; the Powers; the Virtues; the Dominions; the Ophanim; the Cherubim and at the top are the Seraphim. They are the boss-Angels of all Angels…'      'That's one hell of a hierarchy!'      '…i prefer to look on it as a career path…' Smiled the Angel.

Angels

Archangels

Principals

Powers

Virtues

Dominions

Ophanim

Cherubim

Seraphim

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