SEEING THE INVISIBLES

I originally saw Linda for the first when she came for a job interview at the firm where I worked. When I came upon the new applicants, I was walking down the second-floor corridor with some essential documents for my employer. As I walked by, I couldn't help but see them seated. Many people had visions of well-known people hovering above their heads: these were the people with 'connections.' The blue flames of pure academics lit up the auras of a handful. Some were spiritually bathed in booze, but the majorities were clad in false hope. They'd arrived to take part in the interview. When I saw her, I was silently reminiscing about everything. She was hunched over her books, attempting to muster up a few more points before being summoned. As I got closer, she looked up, and what I saw astounded me. She had the prettiest huge brown eyes I'd ever seen, nicely spaced atop a little, well-chiseled nose, and wonderful brown lips. Her hair was braided and tied at the side of her head in a tidy bun. She was stunning in every sense of the word. After that, I noticed her wings. Magnificent. Pure white and splayed out behind her like a protecting barrier all the time. The wings were then securely held in place by strong metal chains. You see her sins. The majority of people had them. Hers were one-of-a-kind because they were gold. I honestly had no idea why. She blinked angrily when she realized I was staring at her. “What? Is there a problem?” She inquired. “Na..nothing.” I was stuttering. "You have the largest set of wings I've ever seen." I swear, I had no idea what I was saying when I said it. I just noticed her boobs after I said it. They were, indeed, enormous. The corridor fell silent, or at least I believe it did. She looked at me with her mouth open and a shocked expression on her face. This was shortly followed by rage, particularly because she believed I was staring at her chest. "You didn't mean to say that?" "What a pervert!" I felt as if the earth should open up and swallow me whole. I attempted to apologize, but the public address system blared: Linda Adam. Please proceed for your interview. She stood up and walked into the interview room, giving me the meanest glare I'd ever seen. I couldn't do anything. I tried once again to apologize. She growled and continued walking, but I thought I caught a glimpse of a smile just as she reached the office. I walked slowly to my boss's office after turning around. I could see the snickers and surprised stares on the faces of individuals who had overheard my humiliating conversation. One of the cleaners hurried past me as I was about to enter. I stayed in my office for the remainder of the day. As I was wrapping up, I noticed that the candidates were still waiting for the outcomes of their interviews. Linda took a position in the tiny gathering, immediately recognizable. I proceeded towards her, then changed my mind and moved towards the exit, then changed my mind again and returned to the hallway. She didn't see me until I got close enough to touch her. She locked her gaze on me once she realized who I was. "Please accept my heartfelt apologies. I didn't mean to offend you. And I wasn't talking about your...er...those, either" (I noticed her eyes narrowing and decided not to bring it up again). I was going to say that you had huge eyes. I don't mean big in a bad sense; I mean big in a nice manner. I'd messed things up yet again. In a desperate attempt to save myself, I tried grinning, but it just seemed to make things worse. She snarled and averted her gaze. I sighed and remained motionless, unsure whether to maintain what little dignity I had left by melting away or standing firm. I found myself standing there, awaiting the outcome of my own unexpected interview with this angel. After thirty minutes, the list was pasted, and her name was visible. She was overjoyed. With the few others who had been chosen, she celebrated her triumph. She approached me when it was time to depart. "Listen, young man, regardless of your status in this organization, you can't start disrespecting me like that!" You don't have a sister, do you? You have no right to treat me like a piece of meat. "I wasn't gazing at your breasts!" I exclaim. I became enraged and yelled aggressively. In disbelief, she took a step back. I was enraged, but mostly at myself for making a mess of things. I attempted to bring my voice down. "Please accept my apologies. I didn't intend to embarrass you in this manner. I honestly didn't notice, but oh well. Congratulations on your new position. I simply wanted to express my apologies. That was the reason I waited. And since I've messed up everything, I figured I'd let you know you have lovely eyes as well." I then walked away, leaving her speechless. I had reached the stairway and was about to descend when I heard her approaching from behind. "My name is Linda," she introduced herself, a smile on her face. "Joseph," I said, smiling as well. "You're strange, Joseph." She continued to smile. “It's strange, but it's lovely. "Will you see me at work tomorrow?" She smiled once more and returned to her friends. And what about me? I danced all the way back to my house. Of course, I'm referring to myself. ******************************************************************* We quickly became friends following that incident. Personally, I believe she grew closer to me because I appeared to see past her beauty (which I did), and I grew closer to her because, well, she was gorgeous and fascinating, but mostly she is lovely. She was about a head shorter than me, thin, with great curves and a bosom that could only be characterized as aspirational. Her wings, too, were magnificent. They fanned out from time to time, generally when she was delighted. The chains didn't appear to be very bothersome to the wing. And the gold's gleam added to her allure; of course, I was the only one who could see and appreciate them. Males stared at her at first because of her appearance, but they eventually warmed up to her. She was also very approachable and friendly. She had a habit of looking out for individuals who were less privileged than herself, and she was frequently seen assisting others at their workstation. Some initially mistook this for pock-nosing, but when they saw her gorgeous face and authenticity, they gave in. When I was observing her, I would occasionally see her wings emerge, and the gold chain would clink and ring. This usually happened when she was deep in meditation, and she would appear unhappy and lonely at the moment. I tried harder to see more, to figure out what was troubling her so much, but I couldn't get beyond the gold chains. Pachios was mentioned previously. My personal guardian angel. He stayed out of sight most of the time, only appearing when he needed to inform me of anything or if I appeared to be overly concerned. He sat next to me at my desk now, and I was watching her gold chains glisten once again. He said, "Let her be." "If it was meant for you to assist her, and then do so." "By now, you should have seen a lot more." I let out a sigh. "But, pachios, haven't you seen anything like this before?" Have you ever seen something like these gold chains before? What do they mean? I'm curious. Pachios remained strangely silent. I'd figured out by now that once he was mute like this is either he didn't have an answer to the question or he didn't want to get involved this way. I sighed once more. The gold Chains didn't appear to be intimidating, but they did seem to set off some sort of alarm. A gloomy atmosphere My imagination jumped from one option to the next, wondering if she had committed a significant sin or if her fate had been tied by some nasty relative. I had attempted to ask her if there was an issue on several occasions but had received no response. Suddenly, she locked her gaze on mine. She grinned as she took a break from what she was doing. I returned the smile. She finished what she was doing and walked across the office to my side. "Hey weirdo,”. She smiled. "How's it going, Breastina?" I responded in a friendly manner. She giggled and slammed her fist into my shoulder. It was a little painful. "Have I ever told you how strong you are?". I inquired as I rubbed my shoulder. “Nah. She responded, "I know you only say that to make fun of me." I caught a glimpse of her chains glowing out of the corner of my eye. Guilt? Did they light up when she felt bad? I pushed the thought out of my mind. "Today, join me in fellowship." She stated her point. I sighed. She had been pressing on taking me to a new fellowship that had recently opened near the office for a few weeks. The pastor there, she stated, was preaching very well and was very sound. Unconvinced, I grunted. Don't get me wrong: I think it's great. It's not that I'm not a practicing Christian. For obvious reasons, I am as Christian as you can get plus a little bit more. But there was also my Sight. When I was invited to a prayer house, a meeting, or a fellowship, I had a tendency to make a scene. I tried not to, but I was always the one who had to cast out the demons or free those who were enslaved. It was exhausting work, made much more so when the person from whom I was casting out the devil turned out to be the pastor himself. I ended up going to one of the orthodox churches to worship. They have a tendency for being calmer. Linda was extremely convincing today, giving me a sad, puppy dog expression that would crush anyone's heart. I felt myself giving in, but I stood firm in my choice. "Why not?". "Can you tell me why you're doing it this time?" She inquired. "Well, I've got a report due for submission tomorrow, and it's looking like it's going to rain." “I'll assist you with your report. I just finished the one my boss gave me, and I have nothing else planned for the evening. It will also provide me with an opportunity for me to know about your place. Well? "How do you feel?" She was curious about my place. I nodded in agreement. The fellowship took place in a three-room flat that had undergone some structural alterations. The walls had been freshly painted and the door had been expanded. The hall was lined with rows upon rows of wooden benches, and fresh new speakers adorned an impeccably white alter. The flowers that were utilized as decorations were enormous. Tornado standing fans had been set at intervals throughout the aisle in addition to the ceiling fans. The side walls were adorned with massive multicolored banners. When we arrived, the venue was already starting to fill up. Linda escorted me down the center aisle and sat beside me. I was getting a little nervous when the choir belted out a popular song. Linda scowled as she stared at me. "What exactly is it?" She inquired. "Er, nothing...nothing,". I grinned happily, attempting to ignore the vulture standing atop the choir mistress's head. The majority of the other choristers were great, but for some reason, I kept seeing them singing with their eyes closed as if they were sleeping. I took a seat in front of the altar and joined in the singing. Linda joined in, and everything seemed to become so calm. Her soprano voice was wonderful. Every note she spoke had a silvery tinge to it as if she belonged in the choir more than anyone else. I let out a sigh. What a lady. This had to be love, right? I mean, logic told me that if everyone heard her the same way I did, she'd already been a music superstar. So either other people weren't hearing her as well as I was, or I was so enamored with her that whatever she did astonish me. We continued to sing for a while longer before the pastor walked up to the alter. He graciously accepted the thunderous applause, then beckoned for us to take a seat and began his service.