Ralph & Frank, Chapter 4: Ipomoea gets his assignment

I soon found out that no one knew much about angels.

After a few months of struggling through Jesus’ assignment, Frank and Ralph requested a sit-down to explain their updated grasp of women's essence.

While they chatted with the Logos in the hallowed halls where angels alone were allowed, out on the lovely, less-shielded gathering places closer to the ground, I had begun my search for primary sources, hopefully agush with vital, newsy bits about the angelic realm.

A newbie to Heaven during Jesus’ rescue from Gehenna, I hadn’t yet been introduced to Frank and Ralph. From day one in Paradise, however, producing a summation, background, and introduction to angels framed my heavenly task among the holy ones.

My soon-to-be prolific self decided to start on the angel project by wandering into conversations and confabs. Gathering background was tough. I caught no one’s eye, even as I butted my way into discourses, with unfortunate disregard for charm or panache. I slipped unwelcomed into and out of angel circles, leaving with only innuendo, long stares, murmurs to my left and right, and repeated dismissals delivered with arched eyebrows.

(Though this documentary on my difficulties in Paradise sounds like I’m including God in my path of missteps, the important point is that we, residents of Heaven, acknowledge God’s promptings and accept his prescience about our limitations. We’re still a work in progress. Forever. Yes, character growth still happens here. God is the same. What’s different for us from earthen days with God is that there are no murky suppositions, guilt, shame, and certainly no temptations in Heaven. We trip and get caught by God in midair, learned now, keen, and more cleverly holy.)

Unaware Frank and Ralph would be the only advisors necessary for my documentary journey, I tried to get my bearings by taking advantage of the opportunities the Holy Spirit gave me, and it was quite the education in angelic behavior.

Angels are rude. From the human perspective, that is. They have better things to do. Things with ancient underpinnings and unspoken importance.

You may have guessed that in the tales written so far in this Magnus Angelipudous Opus (we joke around in Heaven), where it seemed I was present with Jesus, Frank, and Ralph, I was not. I'd never heard of the conjoined duo until 40 days after entering Paradise. I stood perched on Heaven’s mezzanine to view the Ascension with several million or billions (way too many to count) onlookers rescued from Gehenna.

Frank and Ralph provided me with the previous three chapters in living, intricate detail at various moments over the past 2,000 years. Many details were added hundreds of years following our introduction. This, then, is a dynamic document. If the text sounds choppy . . . well . . . after hundreds of edits over thousands of years . . . it is.

While I wandered where angels fearlessly tread (see what I did there?), that secret meet-up with Jesus and the two partnered angels occurred during a pivotal, cosmically altered time in Heaven. Jesus, for the record, can do many things at once, especially considering the thorough monitoring abilities of the Holy Spirit and the inescapable presence of the Father involved in everyone’s deliberations. I do not insinuate any difficulties for God in my following descriptions of those first days when humanity roamed about Heaven and touched celestial items originally meant for us to experience but hidden until now.