It was really interesting how I learned of this site. In a psychedelic haze after mixing pinks and blues while sitting on a mountain's crest admiring the azure haze over a distant horizon I saw an angel come forth from the rolling clouds of a perceived Coriolis effect. Tumbling out of this visual cacophony of moisture and froth was a man, with wings and hair to his shoulders. White robes cascaded to his feet and beauty shone forth from his eyes. I was humbled by the majesty of the moment. Indeed, gravity was a bitch and I knelt.
A herald of angels (if that's not the plural for angels it should be) were behind this leader. No cherub he. A warrior angel leading his guard. I thought "Don (because that's what I call myself when I'm thinking), it's Jesus escorted by lesser angels on Harleys." And the lesser angels spoke unto me saying (in stereo [because apparently they couldn't not speak all at the same time]) "No you putz, I am the angel Dude-Dood-CJZ (angel dyslexia is a real problem--donate now for a cure)-Dave-etc; that is not Jesus. You kneel before the Naitram and bear witness to the message gifted to man in his flowing robes!"
In fear I looked to the skies. Rolling past me in the violent heavens is a hoary visage. Scarred I would have been were it not for the giggles brought on by the pinks and the blues. But struck down I was. For, it seems, it is the fashion choice of angels to ride commando beneath their great robes and I had gazed skyward at an evil moment.
After the giggles subsided I saw the majesty of the message gifted us all by the Naitram. For in his robe in the great flashing of neon was his Word to us all. Salvation for those who would but see. Behold:
And then the angels once more collectively spoke and said "Raise up and ride mortal. Spread the word if you would but be gone. We must fly and spread our message to the collected masses of the great stadia.
On they flew across the darkening skies. Eschewing lightning and dismissing thunder's own applause at their approach. For even the heavenly raptures were insignificant before them. And as they passed to the edge of merely mortal vision I witnessed the Naitram's great cape change its heavenly message as he led the angels over the next of the many stadia on their journey. "Goodyear" it shone; and they circled majestically.
And that's how I learned about this website.
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