Barachiel, from the 15-book series, The Archangel Chronicles) Chapter 2, (Cont)

(An excerpt from Barachiel, From the 15-book series, The Archangel Chronicles, In which Barachiel and Ginger continue to learn about each other.)   Chapter 2 (cont’d) A Cornfield in Iowa Late Summer         “When you were growing up, did you ever feel as if you didn’t fit in? That somehow, you were different?”       “Well, I was different since Tom and John were boys, and I was a girl, but now that I think about it, yes, I guess I did feel different.”       “Think about that, Ginger. How did you feel different?”       For a long moment, Ginger was lost in thought. Finally, she offered, “Well, I was a loner in elementary school, but once I got to middle school, I made a couple of friends. I liked them and they seemed to like me, I guess, even they thought I was weird and different. I just didn’t feel as if I really fit in with them, and it was nothing they had done to make me feel that way. It just was. And even though those weren’t close friendships, I was relieved not to be so all alone anymore.”       Suddenly, a memory crossed Ginger’s mind, and she sighed. “Come to think of it, I was bullied in elementary school because I was different. I hated it when I saw those bullies, bullying others, and when I stood up to them, I often got in trouble at school, which then followed me home.”       Ginger watched Barachiel’s face fall, and quickly added, “Oh, I was never in trouble for standing up for those kids, but I had the sense that my doing so, saddened my mother. She would have preferred that I would not be the one to take them on. She would have preferred for me to ignore it, lay low and not make waves for my own safety, but how could I walk by, and not help? It also didn’t help that when I was around people, I found that I somehow absorbed whatever emotions they were feeling. Of course, happiness was wonderful, but there is a lot of uncertainty and sadness in middle school kids – my mother called it teenage angst – so I was not only carrying my own stuff, but theirs, as well. It was a heavy burden. You know what I mean?”       Barachiel nodded. “I know exactly what you mean. So, how did you cope?”       “I learned early on that my happiest times were spent in nature. We had a beautiful woods next to our corn fields. There was a creek and a pond within those woods, so, after school and chores, I would head for the woods to just be. When I was there, no one asked me to become someone I wasn’t, so I could just be myself. I also discovered that the animals in our woods seemed to be as drawn to me as much as I was to them. I often left Sadie at home, grabbed some lettuce, and fed the deer that would often be there. They would come right up and nuzzle me.” Ginger sighed. “I was very grateful for my time with them. They loved me as I was – and my lettuce!”       Barachiel nodded. “And that’s why you thought you had to be someone else rather than you when we first met.”       Ginger nodded. “My parents loved me as much as they loved my brothers, but they were at a loss, trying to help me find my way. I know they didn’t understand me, but I didn’t understand me, either. They tried to instill in me how important it was to follow all rules, regardless if I found them stupid. They promised my life would be better if I could just learn that lesson. Trouble was, I thought most of the rules were stupid, and couldn’t figure out why that was something that was important to them. How could all that stuff make my life better?”       She paused a moment. “Looking back, I think my mother tried to harness my impulsivity because it scared her. As much as I love my Mom, I think she wanted me to be normal, so life would be easier for me. To be honest, I tried to please my parents, but the more I tried to fit in, the worse I felt. In the deep peace of the woods, I used to sob that I wanted the world to just accept me for who I am, not for what they wanted me to be. I seemed to know that I had great task ahead of me, but I had no idea of what that might be. And again, I wasn’t the best student because I couldn’t see the purpose of much of what they were trying to teach me.” Ginger paused in thought. “Part of that was also because I had been diagnosed with AD/HD, but, bottom line, school was difficult, pointless, and extremely boring.”       Barachiel moved closer, wrapped her glorious wings around the young girl, and whispered, “Did you have a favorite subject that helped see you through those years?”       “Yes! I loved art class! Not so much stuff to try to cram into my head, and I could let my creativity soar. The art teacher in middle school, Mr. Browning, said I had real talent. He loved what he called the freedom of my art. Some of it was pretty far out there, and he often had to ask me to explain my creations. I didn’t mind doing that, since he appreciated what he called my gift, but many times, I had no idea what I had created or where it had come from. It seemed to just flow through me onto the paper. I was lucky in that when I went to high school, he had been transferred there, so I knew I could escape the world when I went to his art class. Some days, I even dreamed of the day when I might do this for a living.”       Ginger paused, and her gaze and voice dropped. “And then I died. I’m kind of fuzzy about how all of that went down. It just seems as if one day I was there, and the next I wasn’t, you know?” Ginger lifted her eyes to the angel’s eyes for a long moment, as if gearing up her courage. “So, now that you know how weird I am, are you going to tell me you change your mind about hanging out with me?”       “Absolutely not!” Barachiel replied. The archangel sat back and held both of Ginger’s hands in her own. “You are perfect just the way you are – just the way you’ve always been – just as you were divinely created. There is a Divine Purpose to your existence, Ginger. I believe that is the real reason you are working with me – to discover that Purpose, as well as your hidden gifts and power.”       “I’m powerful?” Ginger giggled. “I’m just a dead kid!”       “You might want to start with rethinking death,” Barachiel replied kindly. “Nothing dies, although it may appear that way to human eyes. In this Universe, nothing is ever lost to death. Death is merely a transition from one form to another. Simply, you transitioned from the physical world to the nonphysical one. And hopefully, by the end of our journey, you will realize the extent of your power, and recognize yourself as the powerful being that you are – and have always been – and then use that power to help others. You’re right. You do have a sacred task to complete, which you can now choose to embrace in your nonphysical body instead of your physical body.”       Ginger jumped to her feet and spun around in delight.       “I would dearly love that!” she cried.  Barachiel smiled at her, already loving this precious human. Once Ginger returned to her chair, Barachiel continued.       “Ginger, for that last lifetime of yours, you and many, many others around the world, agreed to incarnate – experience another lifetime – as a Star Child – an Indigo. Have you heard that description before?”       Ginger merely shook her head, but her eyes were wide with fascination.       “Early Indigo Children started arriving on Earth in the early 1950’s, and continued to emerge through the early 1990’s, although the majority were born in the 1970’s and ‘80’s.”       Ginger smiled. “I was born in 1992!”       Barachiel nodded. “You were part of that special group of kids who came to help the world move into a higher vibration. It didn’t matter that you only lived 15 years, however. Your impact was just as great for those 15 years as another who may have lived much longer.”       “You, as an Indigo, came with a specific purpose to bring about change, and teach the rest of humanity to rise to a higher perspective. “       “Excuse me, but you lost me with that one. Higher Perspective?”       Barachiel thought for a moment. “Viewing a situation through the lenses of the Big Picture – the macrocosm – instead of the Little Picture – the microcosm.” When Ginger still looked confused, Barachiel tried another tact.       “Let’s use that bullying as an example. With every situation, humans have choices: React – which can be thought of as a knee-jerk, emotion-driven choice, often worsening the situation, or Respond – a thoughtful, conscious choice that involves reflection, resulting in an often more positive outcome. In the bully scenario, one reaction would be to take the physical and/or emotional abuse, for that’s what it is, and afterwards, slink away, nursing your physical and/or emotional wounds, fervently wishing the bullying would stop. The other option is to Respond, which will feed your soul. In that same scenario, a response might be to stand up for yourself, as you did for others, or seeking intervention from a responsible, caring adult.” Barachiel paused. “Do you see the difference? Reaction keeps you small – in the microcosm – while Response expands you – the macrocosm. I think once you understand this, you will help others in viewing Life from a higher perspective. It will change their lives.” The archangel smiled. “Does that help?”       When Ginger nodded tentatively, Barachiel continued. “As I give you a list of possible characteristics of Indigos, see if any of them apply to you in your last lifetime: a strong sense of purpose – you told me you always knew you had a great task to complete, even if you did not know what that might be;  rebelliousness – you could not see the purpose behind everything you were required to learn, and so rebelled against it in Ginger fashion; the desire to change the old ways, which no longer serves humanity. You somehow understood it was all outdated, and ready for change – ready for the Gingers of the world. Justice and standing up for others  mean a great deal to you, as you stood up for those bullied children, knowing full well that you would most likely have to suffer consequences. Indigo children are highly sensitive and empathetic. You talked about feeling other’s emotions, as well as your own. You were an empath, Ginger. You not only felt others’ emotions, but you absorbed them. It’s not surprising that you didn’t enjoy being around people with all their messy emotions! All that teenage angst!”       Ginger grinned. “So, what you’re saying is that I’m special!”       Barachiel smiled in reply. “Absolutely! You are as special as they come! We have only scratched the surface of Star Children today, but what do you say that we leave this cornfield and pay a little visit to another Star Child? Would you like that, Ginger?’       “I would love that, Barachiel. What do we have to do to get there – hop a tractor outta here?       “We could, dear Child, but I have a better idea. How about we go by you thinking of someone or something you love, and that will automatically elevate your thoughts?” When Ginger nodded, the archangel continued. “Hold my hand, elevate your thoughts, and we’re outta here!”       In a heartbeat, amidst a soft whooshing sound, with Ginger’s thoughts firmly focused on her beloved dog, Sadie, Barachiel and her precious Star Child vanished.   (Excerpt from Barachiel from The Archangel Chronicles © Marty Boyle 2025. All Rights Reserved.)   https://www.martyboyle.com