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   Angelicray the Cherubim   
      
   Angelicray was the 10th of the female Cherubim of the Realm of Eternity. She   
   had schizophrenia. Her particular order of schizophrenia involved the voices   
   of the female cherubim of eternity in her mind with their concerns and   
   problems. Not all of them.    
   But a lot of the problems. And her job was to sort them out in her head. Make   
   it make sense. She was the quintessential cherubim angel. Her name was angel   
   – the foundation of it. And she was an archetype of the cherubim community.   
   Not their head, which    
   was Sharakondra for the females, as she was bitch number one, top dog, the   
   hottest, coolest and wickedest. But Angelicray was the one they respected and   
   loved, and the one which dealt with their issues. Sharakondra ruled them, but   
   Angelicray took care of    
   them. In her head anyway.   
      
   'You know,' said Asael. 'Sharakondra is still a bitch. But she has some good   
   points about her. The other day she hit me on the head with a rose. Said she   
   was bleeding love and the renegade cherubim could deal with it. Meludiel on   
   some sort of vocation    
   she has these days got to her.'   
      
   'Right. I know,' said Angelicray. 'That shit is in my head all the time at the   
   moment. Standard Oblivion Tube project of our Seraphim sister.'   
      
   'You have one of those to do at the moment,' replied Asael. 'The CD sorting.'   
      
   Angelicray looked at the new stack of CDs from their archives on the table.   
      
   'We're only through 5% of them,' said Asael. 'Every certain number of epochs,   
   in with the new bunch, to be analyzed, sorted out, reviewed and understood.   
   The complete works of music, remember. The thing we set ourselves as a hobby   
   and pastime.'   
      
   'Eminem and the Monsters of Mars,' said Angelicray, looking at the CD on top   
   of the pile. 'That could be some interesting hip hop.'   
      
   'They are apparently demons inside his head which mock him,' replied Asael.   
      
   'I know the feeling,' replied Angelicray.   
      
   And so, following their custom, they went through the 50 or so CDs right away   
   over a few weeks for introductory purposes to their minds, and then started   
   discussing which small bunch to start with as their first focus. She chose a   
   Beatles CD, as they had    
   rationed them out over the full haul of things, as well as a CD from a planet   
   Santron artist she liked. And, as the days passed, and she kept the cubicle   
   tidy and functioning, she enjoyed her music, and did her colouring in and her   
   jigsaw puzzles, and    
   when Asael got home from work, enjoyed her meals with him, and the Escape to   
   the Country TV shows they watched in the evening. It was not a complex life   
   too much in recent times – but her mind – that was always hell. Everything   
   was in it in many ways.   
    But she coped, and she loved, and she occasionally visited the throneroom of   
   Zaphon to chat with God, and remind him she was there and loved him, and there   
   were sparks everytime she spoke to him in the throneroom which she knew, as a   
   fact, was not that    
   common with every angel of God.   
      
   The End   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)