{A Renaissance Glow is the unfolding of a story I’ve been living ever since finally sitting down to write Glow}

Photo Credit: Carol Lee Art Studio

“Be yourself, your true self, no matter what obstacles lie in your path

and you’ll find you flow around those who dismiss your truths

and into the arms of those who have been waiting for them.

Love finds love, even when met with opposition.” 

~Ames 

On the first page, of this story…

 

Truly the first page was written long ago. The beginning unknown for I only remember my part and the resonance found therein. No matter what the start there is no fear in the first step for when you begin your path, when you’ve answered the call from within, you come from a resonant oneself. You must take the road less traveled for its is your road and those along the way are but messengers; there are Reflectors helping you move along and Deflectors not feeling nor seeing the being pass by. Fear not, for you are not alone, we all have our path to trod and we’re here to see each other through not see through one another like transparent films flapping in the wind.

“Sometimes our lives can change so fast that the change outpaces our minds and hearts. It’s those times, I think, when our lives have altered but we still long for the time before everything was altered, that is when we feel the greatest pain. I can tell you though, from experience, you grow accustomed to it. You learn to live your new life, and you can’t imagine or even really remember, how things were before” ~Cassandra Clare “Clockwork Angel”

I remember the moment I first had the thought, I was looking at Temple St. Clair jewelry at Gilt.com. There it was, a tiny golden cherub medallion with a rainbow sapphire spectrum encircling the pendant, so beautiful and shiny. That’s when I first had the thought, angel. I should write an angel story. I was supposed to be working, but I had finished early dosing the chemotherapy protocols for the patients on the Oncology ward, so I was checking my email.

Sometimes I wonder, how a simple image of an angel could tug at my subconscious so effectively, as it “clicked” into place like a missing piece with the sound of a key unlocking a door. In a way it unlocked a door to my new life, only it took me a few years to finally get through the threshold.

That night while driving home I was thinking about writing a story, I had read “The Mortal Instruments” series and the role of Nephilim didn’t sit right with me, in that there was more to the story or that the story told needed to be different. Nephilim and  angel were the impetus for me thinking about writing. Only in thinking about it I thought myself out of the idea. I remember pondering writing of angels but the following zinging idea-bursting thoughts fired in my brain.  I didn’t even think I believed in them, that they’re too perfect so who would be interested in reading about them, or how about a story about angels living on Earth; like how about how my sisters and I could be seen as angelic, in what we do… no, scratched that idea. In short, during my 30 minute commute home I had completely tossed that idea aside.

Eight months passed before the idea was nudging me again. I had heard A.N.G.E.L, by Natasha Bedingfield and couldn’t push the desire to write away. I was talking with one of my sisters and she said “Why not try writing the story? It doesn’t hurt to try.” So while drying my hair that night I thought of the names I would give my two main characters: Miranda and Grayson. I was home alone, not sure where my then husband was, but my daughter sleeping. I sat down with a cup of tea and turned the television on and started watching “The Vampire Diaries” pilot (Umm, I’ll take this moment to confess I DO have a fluffy side.)  Anyway, as I was watching I saw the actress in the show visit her dead parents’ headstones at the cemetery, she was bringing dark red roses to their grave. When the camera panned in, there they were, the two names of my main characters exactly as I had thought, spelled and written them in my journal mere moments ago.

My heart stopped and I swear my jaw hit the floor, my eyes transfixed on the television, I reached for my blackberry (which incidentally is never too far).

I immediately text my sister who replied, “Kristy, there are no coincidences. You should write and not worry about where it leads you.” Then further explained about J.K. Rowling and how she took years to finally pen the first Harry Potter book. But I knew I was no J.K. Rowling. However, I had this feeling I couldn’t shake, like this is something I must do, so I started…

I went to the nearest Starbucks and got an iced soy latte…and settled to see what I’d write.

I took my notebook out, because I like to write with a pen and paper, as I still love the tactile sensation of books and writing (call me old fashioned, it’s ok) and wrote, pages and pages just flowed from somewhere…

I wrote of celestial carnation (angels incarnating on earth), the 3 spheres of angels, the Council, the need for balance and the consequences of imbalance. I mapped out Erelim, Ophanim and Deva the celestial spheres…a triad for the Milky Way Galaxy, forever watching over, protecting and nurturing the humans, the flora, and fauna. All of the Heavenly Father’s and Divine Mother’s creation. I wrote of a valley amidst the Rockies where a Sleeping Giant lays, waiting for the time the Giants ruled again along with their fathers, the Fallen. Helena, residence of many supernatural beings, beneath the etheric temple of Archangel Michael; here beauty holds no meaning as it must be felt, experienced. The big sky seemingly endless with the celestial lights twinkling above watching and waiting for two destinies to meet, opposites here to restore balance.

I wrote about Lux (Luxiel) an incarnated angel,  short it stature but a big personality. Long wavy blonde hair and crystal gray-blue eyes and a face that make her look so young and innocent, my main protagonist.

I wrote of Grayson a Nephilim, tall with piercing gray eyes, short jet black hair cut close like tiny spikes, muscular but more like a panther than a gorilla. He’s determined and on a quest for his own truth.

He and Lux meet on her first day of incarnation. Their bond was immediate, they felt it only didn’t realize it until later. There is unrest in the Cosmos, Earth and the Universe are out of balance. The two Chief dominion angels(Phenex and Calista) have gone missing and Lux has incarnated for her safety as she is next in line as Chief of the Dominion angels.

Her faithful companions:

Skyler an Incarnated Elemental Hybrid, the all american boy, blonde hair and muscular as a football player… here to protect Lux on her incarnation. Why does she need protection? Well that comes later. He has been friends with Lux for a very long time in the angelic/elemental realm.

Celeste, an Incarnated Elemental. Tall with beautiful red hair, cascading down to the middle of her back like a fiery mane, looking like she just walked off the pages of a Victoria Secret catalog with emerald green eyes that gleam from within.

And to balance things out:

Cade Nephilim, as bad as they get. Tall and very muscular, the Captain of the football team.  His looks are matched with his temperament, which is full of anger and resentment for what the Nephilim/the Fallen must do as a consequence of their actions.

Cord, Cade’s twin, is just as tall and athletic as his brother, but he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed. In fact tool is the best description of him.

Lux’s memories have been bound. She knows she’s an angel, that she’s incarnated, but she doesn’t remember why so quickly. Dominions rarely incarnate, but this wasn’t usual circumstances. The only thing indicating her rank, are the 4 metallic lines encircling her right lower ankle. Three gold and 1 silver, matching her grand wings, now tucked back behind the gold diamond marking equadistant between her shoulder blades. They are safe here in the physcial realm. Sapphire blue and maroon streak them, like the veins of a  delicate orchid, so beautiful and full of grace when she unfurls them at the slightest indication of need.

Are you still with me? Because this was outlined in mere hours. I went home and thought (there’s that “thinking” again) “what am I writing about?” I don’t know anything about this, but my pen just kept moving, more like I was capturing rather than writing. The next night I was in for a surprise, as while researching I found that somehow I knew quite a bit about what I was writing (according to certain belief systems) yet how could I write without ever knowing yet somehow still have known…

And with this, we have the beginning of the Young Adult Urban Fantasy novel I began about 3 year ago titled: Glow

****To be continued****