Guardian Angels (Book 1)
by Andrew P. Weston
BOOK SUMMARY
In a series of terrifying events, otherworldly beings intervene to save innocent lives. The world community reacts with relief as they realize that angels may in fact exist, and they are diligently protecting us.
But there are those who would seek to stop what they feel is a threat against their livelihoods. How far will some go to battle the Guardians? Is the fairy tale over before it even begins?
Guardian Angels is a powerful and compelling story about the catalyst that has the power to unite society in the hope for a better future. The spark of hope is fragile—can it last?
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Holding Room 2 – Angel Project
Little Becky Selleck had eventually fallen into an exhausted sleep in
the early hours of the morning, dreaming of home and her mommy.
In her dreams, she was in the safety of her warm and cozy room,
buried under the quilt, half asleep. She was waiting for her mother to
wake her as she did every day, coming up the stairs projecting
thoughts of love and security, humming the tune from the radio in
her head.
Telepathically and out loud, she would come into the room and say,
“Now where’s my Becky today?” She always made a point of
standing in the doorway as if she was searching every corner of the
room with her eyes.
Looking at the moving mound on the bed, with the quietly giggling
child inside, who was trying to shuffle into an even smaller ball, she
would say, “Oh, she’s not in bed, it’s just the quilt.”
Becky’s mommy would walk over to the bed, get on her knees, and
look under it. “She’s not hiding under here, either. I know, she’ll be
in the closet and will try and jump out and scare me. Well, it won’t
work today because I know where you are, and I’m going to . . . .”
Throwing open the closet door, she would feign further surprise.
“My, my, she’s not here. Oh dear, I suppose I will have to eat her
favorite breakfast for her. What a shame—she sooo loves
Wheatyflakes as well. Never mind, if I can’t eat them, I can always
give them to Barney next door.”
At the mention of Barney, the neighbor’s very fat and affectionate
dog, who loved having Becky give him tummy tickles that lasted
forever, Becky would usually leap out from under the quilt. “Here I
am! You never find me!”
Lately, she had taken to using her new gift by moving something
small on the other side of the room with her mind, making it go
“bump.”
Mommy would play along and say, “I heard you, now I’ve found
you.” She would look and exclaim, “Oh, she’s not here. I know—it
must have been a mouse wearing Becky’s shoes. I do hope the mouse
asked Becky first?”
One time, Becky even made the quilt jump into the air as she
revealed herself, much to their delight.
She would miss mommy, she would miss being woken by her
thoughts, and she would miss her cuddles . . . .
Becky? A voice said.
Still half asleep, buried as usual under the quilt, Becky tried to hang
onto the dream of mommy and home.
Becky, where are you, little one? The same voice spoke again; it was a
man’s voice.
Go away, you’re making mommy disappear.
I’m sorry, but I can’t go away, your mommy wanted me to come and find you.
Becky suddenly became wide awake and went very still, realizing she
hadn’t actually been speaking, just thinking, and that the man’s voice
was not a voice at all, but only inside her head.
Hello? She whispered with her mind, not daring to move.
The same warm mind replied. Hello little one. Who’s been a very good girl,
then? Who did exactly what mommy said and kept herself safe until someone
came to take her to her new home, a special home?
’
Not daring to reply, Becky suddenly remembered what her mommy
used to say to her over and over again when they were together.
“Darling, if ever there’s a time when I can’t be with you, remember
never to trust anyone who can’t speak to you in the special way I do.”
At first, the little girl had been confused by her mother’s caution.
“But why won’t you be there? Why would you leave me alone?”
Mommy would always reassure her. “I wouldn’t want to leave you,
my darling, of course not, but this is important.”
Gradually, over time, Becky had come to realize that mommy was
just being very careful. Mommy was special like she was, and she
wanted to make sure that Becky would always be safe if there ever
came a time when she couldn’t be there. Safe from others who
couldn’t do the things that they could.
“Where are the other special people?” she would ask.
“They are everywhere living in houses like you and me. Some very
special ones live all together in a big home.”
“Well, why can’t we live there?” she would ask, employing a child’s
logic.
“Well, mommy nearly did when she was younger, but she was just
going to get married to daddy, and so we ended up living in our own
house. And now, I like living here, and I like it you have all sorts of
friends at school, and mommy has her friends at work.”
“Aaah, but the people here are not special like us, so we have to keep
it secret from them. So couldn’t we live there now?”
“That would be lovely, but it would mean leaving behind the friends
we have here, so I thought we would wait until you’re a bit older.”
“Then we’re going to go and live with other special people?”
“Hopefully, yes. But until then, we have to stay secret. And if I ever
do have to go away, do you remember what I told you?”
“Yes.” Becky would reply in a serious tone. “Be careful who I make
friends with. Be careful who I talk to. If they can’t speak to me with
their mind, I must not tell them I can do it.”
“And what else?” Mommy would emphasize, tuning in her aura so
Becky could see it.
“Look at them carefully to see if they can shine.” Becky would reply
proudly, making her own aura shine brightly in return.
Mommy would then scoop her up in her arms. “Well done, my good
little girl! They are the only ones you can really trust Becky, never
forget that.”
Special home! The words struck a powerful cord in young Becky’s
little heart. Still hardly daring to move, still trying so hard to do
exactly what her mommy had told her, she carefully thought. Why can
you hear what I’m thinking?
Feelings of warmth and a broad smile registered strongly in her mind
as the voice replied. Aaah, that’s because I’m special like you. Like your
mommy.
You’re special? Becky thought, still being careful.
A powerful feeling of approval radiated toward her from the
unknown mind.
Good girl. Your mommy would be very proud that you listened to her. If I could
just find you, I would give you a big hug to say well done. But the people upstairs
must have tricked me, because they said you were still in bed. You’re not there, all
I can see is the quilt. I know, perhaps you’re hiding in the closet over there.
The sound of his footsteps walking past the bottom of the bed
toward the single closet in the room caused Becky’s spine to tingle as
she recognized the game she would play with her mother.
She exerted her farseeing faculty very gently and saw a man dressed
in black, with pretty stripy things on his sleeves opening the closet
door. He was shining like the sun, surrounded by gold and dark blue
bands of light, with greens and oranges and reds and purples of
different shades, all swirling around and around.
A SHINING MAN! A BRIGHT SHINING MAN!
He was peering into the almost empty closet now and shaking his
head sadly.
He turned to a woman still standing by the door, one of the ladies
who worked there. He winked at her and said, “No, she’s not in here,
either. Oh well, I shall have to go without her then, what a shame.”
The quilt exploded upward from the bed as little Becky launched
herself toward his arms, shouting loudly with mind and voice. “No!
Don’t leave me, here I am.”
Laughing loudly, the man caught her, held her up and looked into her
hopeful face, his eyes shining like two warm suns. “Don’t you ever
worry about that, Becky. You’ll never be alone again. Trust me,
you’re safe now.”
Becky looked him straight in the eye and simply said, “I know.” She
snuggled into his chest and held on tight. She felt truly safe for the
first time since her mommy had had to go away.
About the Author
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Andrew P Weston was born in the city of Birmingham, UK and grew up in the towns of Bearwood and Edgbaston, eventually attending Holly Lodge Grammar School for Boy’s where he was School Captain and Head Boy.
He was an active sportsperson for the school, college and a variety of rugby, martial art, swimming and athletics teams throughout the city.
On graduation in 1977 he joined the Royal Marines fulfilling a number of roles both in the UK and abroad.
In 1985 he became a police officer with the Devon & Cornwall Constabulary, and served in a variety of uniformed and plain clothed departments until his retirement in 2008.
Over those years, he wrote and illustrated a selection of private books for his children regarding the life of a tiny kitten, called, “The Adventures of Willy Whiskers”, gained further qualifications in Law and Religious Studies, was an active member of Mensa and continued to be an active sportsperson, providing lessons free of charge to local communities.
An unfortunate accident received on duty meant Andrew had to retire early from the police force, but after moving to the sunny Greek island of Kos to speed up his recuperation, he was at last able to devote time to the “Guardian Concept” he had developed over his years in the military and police.
When not writing, Andrew enjoys Greek dancing and language lessons, being told what to do by his wife, Annette, and hunting shadows in the dark.
Andrew is now contracted to Pagan Writers Press for two books.
