Fire Angel of Stella Maris

I would love to author a story about an angel sent by the Star of the Sea to save a un-named person from death due to a pending accident on rocks by the sea. The only trouble is, this angel is terrified of the sea, and loathes to get near it.

“Where is she?” I asked, looking down on the waves as they rolled onto the sand.

When Rena walked out of that darkened doorway, she asked;

“Can I walk with you?”

“I was expecting you.” was my reply.

We stopped at a beach in Santa Barbara on our drive north. I saw that Rena was sitting behind a small dune with her back to the sea – reading a book. Coming from Nebraska, I wondered why she wasn’t taking in the ocean.

“I am afraid of the ocean.” Rena told me.

A week later we are at a small beech nestled in rugged rocks. Rena disappears. I go looking for her and find her behind a large rock looking hard at what frightens her. She is trying to overcome her fear. This very beautiful young woman sat on a flat shelf of rocks that dropped off into the deep. There were no waves. The water rose with the swells. If a large swell came, it would take Rena in the water, she not able to climb out due to the slippery seaweed. I called to her.

“Rena! You are not safe where you are. Don’t panic. Come this way.”

I felt like crying when I saw myself telling her grandmother her granddaughter was swept away to her death. This was 1970, fourteen years before Christine was swept into the sea.

Rena was my beloved Muse who married a Commodore who no doubt owned a yacht and went sailing with his beautiful wife and children around the Isle of Wight where they lived. Muses are depicted and Angels.

A year ago Rena came to me, and stayed a month. She walked everywhere I walked. When I lay down, she lay down next to me. I came to believe she was not alive. And, being dead she saw my near-death experience, and the death of my beloved sister – at the edge of the sea. She, had come to save both of us. Now, she wants me to come with her. she sees these horrible betrayals. They are more than one angel can bear. It’s too ugly.

Rena looks like Jesus’ daughter. Christine, Rena, and I ……..will become Immortals. It is written in the Star.

Jon Presco