The Karma Chronicles Part 1

The literal translation of doppelgänger is “double walker,” a look-alike or twin. That’s me. The Twin. We were separated at birth by death, and I wasn’t the cause of the disarray of the affairs; our parents were. But I feel compelled to tell the story because I got out and she got left behind. After spending a long nine months in each other’s arms, overhearing the downward spiral of the world we were about to enter, I just knew I wasn’t going to make it. The accusations were fierce, and the desolation pumping through our mother’s veins was suffocating. There could be enough breath for only one of us, and I knew my Twin was the stronger one. As much as I knew that my time to live would be taken from me, somehow I understood that my never knowing life would be necessary for my Doppelgänger Twin to fulfill her life’s purpose. It happened quickly and painlessly. I had a vision of lying in the gutter. I could feel the dirty, musty water against my face, and I could smell every bad thing that had ever happen to me wafting out of that water. Paralyzed as the gutter held me down with its mesmerizing grip, I tried to wiggle free but couldn’t move. It was over before it began. There was a deafening pop and then a silence that seemed to wrap itself around me like a spider spinning silk around a fly. I wasn’t even sure when I stopped breathing. So I gave in to that moment of paralysis and to whatever higher power would take me. In a silent whisper, I asked for help. I truly and unconditionally prayed to be redeemed for giving up, but I mostly prayed for my Doppelgänger Twin, who was about to enter the combat zone. The answer came promptly and clearly; with my last breath came the gift of ageless wisdom and divine intelligence, and my intellect was telling me I had to send for reinforcements. I would need assistance in a big way. I needed angels—and I don’t mean just any kind of angels. I mean guardian angels of archangel proportions; the kind of angels that you only ever read about. I had no sooner thought this when they appeared to me. Like the dream team they were, five celestial angelic angels appeared, eager and curious. If I didn’t know any better, I would say they knew this was coming. Is that even possible? Archangel Michael, according to the book of Daniel, is a great prince who stands up for children. He symbolizes protection and has great strength and valor. He also protects you from your own fears. Archangel Gabriel is the revealer who helps you understand visions of the future; he is possibly the supreme messenger of God, and thus oversees communications. Archangel Raphael is the healer and the guardian of the people. He is responsible for bringing God’s healing light to earth. Archangel Zadkiel is the compassionate and merciful one. He helps heal painful memories and assists you in forgiving. Archangel Uriel is known in some circles of modern angelology as the angel of the divine presence. He is depicted carrying a book or scroll representing wisdom. A patron of the arts, he is also said to be the angel of poetry. With no time to waste, I explained the severity of the situation. The angels assured me they knew all about it, and they knew all along they would be called upon. “So I was right!” I thought to myself, which only added to this already very peculiar situation. The angels said, “We have been waiting patiently for the birth of this particular doppelgänger, and we are prepared to see her through. You cannot interfere. There will be times when you will want to turn your head and cover your eyes, so just do it. Look away and trust that we will hold her through the most arduous times. Be prepared that in your connection with her there will be times when you feel what she feels, and it won’t feel good. There will be times you will want to grab her and take cover, but you won’t be able to. Also know there will be many times when she will know laughter, but that isn’t what this story is about.” When they told me this, I had no idea what they meant, but boy, would I learn soon enough; they so weren’t kidding. Using poetry as a conduit and dreams as their couriers, their messages to my Twin were far from ambiguous. Throughout her evolution, the poetry sent to her by Archangel Uriel spoke of the possibilities of rising above it all, but she didn’t know enough. Regrettably, poets write from a place of anguish, so my Doppelgänger Twin would have to succumb to the never-ending invitations of do or die. Young and naïve and lost in the self-pity of the process, the lessons their words were trying to teach would be lost on her. At the guidance of Archangel Uriel, it seems only fitting that I include the poems here, unscathed, intertwined in her story and dated by human age. What does one do when you wake from a dream and you’re crying? The tears of a life unattended, or a missed encore or curtain call. The orchestra. Sight for sore eyes and a mystery wink. You will not look back in sorrow or in pain; you will look to the future and how bright it is. You are beautiful and worthy, and you will take one step at a time. You will spend your time in love and will prosper. Be wise in your decisions and count your blessings. Let us, your Guardian Angels, the Archangels of Heaven itself, show you how to walk. Greet every day with love in your heart. Listen to your life and heed its suggestions, prompts, and warnings. We will assist you. We will never leave your side. Listen well to your heart, your body, and your soul; our messages will reside there. Trust the flow of life and welcome change. Dream of beauty and love and passion.… We shall help you set out to break the lineage of your past. —Just born