We need an army of angles as many as possible to bring peace and light back into the world, inflaming the human heart with love. Let’s hope that miracle will happen soon. Who believes in miracles? Only fools. I am that fool. Silly me to dream of a miraculous solution. Like drones with wings coming out of the sky leaving their safe heavens sent to become messengers and perforate demons with not their spears but with their love to be received.

Who will be in command of this imaginary dreamlike lovely army? Nobody else than you and me. Anybody who wants to chance the world for the better. Love is you and me. Love is the cure of evil. Are you dreaming my dreams with me? We are the angles flying in the name of freedom. Our message is clear and simple and totally unrealistic: no weapons please stop the fighting and the bombing, stop this madness, all the bloody killing of the innocent.

After the job is done I imagine the angles will play their instruments and they will sing and dance, just like you and I will, in a state of bliss and grace and sweet inspiration.