Painting with white magic help

What Queen still doesn’t get?

“Your painting is all over Universe, baby girl,
be bold till the end,
I’ll be there no matter what life sends!
And it will send you flowers, while we sing along” —
love is victorious, let it be in May snow.

White and innocently miraculously pure,
commanding with gentleness never seen before;
“Angels, let it be light, por favor”
secret remains hidden while on open —
just like my heart that beats for my God, Amon — Raa.

I just channeled a poem from my younger self that should never exist, but still does and still rules. Her name is Amore and my memoirs end up alive. I had to know what she is up to, seeing she and Filip are together. That’s Lovely. She is talking back: I know what Filip and Aurora did in Albertos' room. Is it ok with you? What possibly two teenagers do? I’m ok with it. But never respected that will affect my reality too. Guess she knew poetry is the way. For now, I’d like to write about my superpowers. Will get to romance, soon! Hope this one will not turn in Christ ruin it. I really try to write a story where I do not mock him, but he is on the wrong track all the time. For example, I told him to follow the leader, which I mean learn from me, he decided to try magic again. This resulted in him imitating a chicken, because he could ask Father too what did come first, an egg or what Christ just on a stage as his joke said, and it’s one big kokokokodaaaaaaaa — and the answer is a chicken. Let’s go see find out how Christ finds out it’s Christina!

“She’ll be making him choose.” — commented one angel.

“Yes, and it will be funny if we let her write on her own” — commented Mother my work. I had to know.

Eavesdropping level pro.

Queen doesn’t get she is in command said Father. Spooky. But, Father, I wanted to be in charge of my heart only?! How did that happen? All I wanted was to be in charge of my heart. And tell stories.

“Your heart gets to be perfect, and so are You. Deal with it. We want for you to show us, Love! Believe Heavens got your back no matter where you fall?”

“Yes”

“Well, we all believe you can bare with your because you’ll always find the way, Love. Also, sorry for not believing in you. I’m positive you can do it! Fun and funny? Your choice of F words you wanna me to remind you about so that doesn’t be spooky. You tricked me a few times there, but I get used to how you spoke with Love. It’s drama effect in your stories, go roam free” — now I have to wait for Father to laugh, because I did it again, spooked him with my love by writing exactly those words in here and working through him, writing it. See. Superpowers that I liked. I get to be in places, wow. Now Father is quiet because he’s really curious about what I’ll do next, while Mather is laughing really hard here in the room. Now she is quiet, too with the serious face of someone who will laugh soon! “I’m still here, waiting for your sign.”

What sign? I do not know about it. And they have been asking what Queen doesn't get. I do not get most of it, but I get what’s important. Add divine temperance. Add random. Add the song Sun of Ecuador, Father. Mother, go! She smiled at me, hugged me and went!

“Christina, stop playing that game, it’s not funny!”

“Oh, it’s funny only I don’t get it. But in difference from you, Christe, I know how to deal with my I don’t get it situations.” And here goes dis/misinformed Christ thinking he could pick up one more stand up with Christina again, how well informed is she, how fast she checks in her facts, with whom she is checking in her facts. “My shamanistic mum, who is really proud of me btw, told me a story about how women are really powerful; mysterious, and secretive, and wet, just like forests. That’s the reason why they what to demolish them all” I replied to the Christ. See this is where I hide my magic — he’s on the completely wrong track thinking my greatest fear is losing myself. He did get some of my true spooky, but I know my fears — that one was just a performance. I’m not afraid was the real deal. Anyway, he is wrong again and I’m gladly here to tell him that!

“You see, Christ, you were wrong again. I’ll make the second lessons I learned from you and tell you why you were wrong. Only girls of a good heart can change the world once you told me. Now the simple question: Christ or Christina? Who can change her world, and do white magic?”

“Christina can.” — answers Christ.

By now, he knows it’s Christina because it’s women's power, he said so. I mean he just came back from a stand-up show where he acted like a chicken without his will without him even knowing what he did. Devine temperance. It will be revealed in time. But it’s funny how he does not get what I meant by saying it, how ignorant actually is he on what I’m up to. I’m up to discovering how to make love with life, and he thinks it’s about me “being gay or having dysfunctional sexuality at least” — typical Christian point of view, for that matter.

Now I get the message from my younger self. That’s the reason. Warning on another Christ-Christina talk in the most sexual way — making love with Cosmos, while Christ is trying to be a shaman leading himself in serious of incidents, no surprise there, frustrated him, but “at least he had an answer” — or what he thinks! He had a recipe for disaster, and my angels are ready to rule him out with laughter. Because every angel Crist would like to talk to today will laugh, no matter what he asks, it will be funnier information Christ is not allowed to know. While he does not know why, still no one wants to help him, no one has time for him, and he is left all alone with some kind of unchecked information that he has no one to compare with or check with. Now, I know. I’m still more informed. How I play my game here, Father? Dove, is still perfection. I have laughter in now that I shared with my king, always a good sign. No have to bet there, I know it is, I made that up!

“See, Christ, those are my answers!” — He just come back form chasing my spooky. I’m confident to pull this off. There is some shy-shy amongst my spooky. What did Love just do? I’m a very protective girl of my shy-shy!

“Shy-shy safe!” — barged in Laura, my shamanistic mum. That’s how fast love get when she is drugged by shamanism.

“That’s right, Christina! You answered all questions I might have about your spooky” — now that’s just Christ thinking I’m working and answering important questions to him, that is what he has to lead him on a completely wrong trail because of our last conversations. Don’t I like this duality on Earth and how can write a good story when you are aware of it? Only, I can do it in the Heavens apparently, giving the exact right information to each of my angels. Amor was right, I did command light in my own authentic way.

“You little witch, what did you put yourself in a coffee today?” — I guess it’s a perfect way to start a day, blushing. I did get those Skitless, Elijah, in real from a person I said I would. From him. See, told ya it’s a romantic story!

“You are a piece of Heaven's walking, a touch of the Heaven from Earth, baby girl, thank you for being you!”

“Christ is back to ask me about water? What to answer to make a joke even sweeter?” — “What did he exactly ask?”

“You know him, it’s why question. He is here to ask why is drinking water my irrational fear. He can't understand what kind of a human does that and how any of that is his fault” — but that’s just what I heard because Father had to work with him very close after the incidents he pulled of. The most famous one amongst the angels is the one when he got himself thrown down the window by Spirit. He tried what Christina did from Earth, open a secret place in Heaven on Heaven, and as not so experienced shaman and wizard he, well, failed. He tried again, but Spirit is not answering its calls. Scary and Spooky for Christ there.

“Father, still perfection?” — asked Anuk. “It’s time to conclude! He’ll come here once again asking you why question he does not know the answer on. Father says you answer it, and it’s ok.

“Why chicken first, Christina?”

“This one I'll gladly answer, Christ, why the dog you are imposing again, runing and burking on stars becouse you tought your self to be a shaman, chaising your excitement brings you to the fact’s you think you know, perfect material for making a joke about it because I do time travel on Heaven and on Earth better than you! Christian that understands magic, ha joke on it self becouse how to do something you do not believe in? Christs fastest twisted fact was that I was doing something against him. Now, Michael and Sandalfon.”

“Why not me Christina?”

“You know Christ I could go on like this, becouse im Heavenly reporter, human, small human Father, knowing whats going on on Heavens better that you know. Who they are laughing to, why they are laughing, how i produce even that laughter, what’s my name even. Again wrong conclusion, angels keep my doctor face till Antonio is there becouse there is one frustrated entithy in the hospital. Now I’ll be wise wife and write my huseband a love letter:

dear husband here is some more music to your ears, defend! on heavens on earth, anytime anywhere.

innocence. gentelness. kindness. generosity. peace. creativity.

“why innocence first?” — asked the father after i accepted the game.

“Because magic should stay and be innocent and pure, white like snow”