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focusing his attention elsewhere. "In this now and with this love, I am God,” Gabriel worked the mantra within his mind, allowing the words to form meaning.
    As Gabriel turned to face north, he saw her. Urial. She had come to see him off. Gabriel took in her appearance: she was willowy, her long brown-blonde hair danced in the breezes upon the mountain. She wore a smile of acceptance, joy, and love. So much love, Gabriel thought to himself. He turned from her, "Be here now,” the mantra continued.
    Gabriel's concentration ripped to a stop when he realized little more than half the Dominion Angels were present. Taking stock of his immediate surroundings, Gabriel also noted the Dominion Angels should have placed their hands collectively on him by now. But they had not. Something was different.
    As a group, the few Dominion Angels turned to face the crest of Himinbjorg. Gabriel followed their gaze. Two perfect columns of Angels were walking down the slope toward the Field of Dominion. Next in each column were an equal number of the Principles, their gold and black trimmed tunics setting them apart from the common Angels. Behind the Principles came the remaining Dominion Angels. Gabriel's eyes widened as he saw the Dominion Araqiel, Guardian of Earth, crest the mountain, walking between the columns.
    Araqiel stood apart from the physical aspects of the Dominion Angels. His features were unmistakable: long, flowing brown hair, raised cheeks, and not nearly as widened mass as the other Dominions. Floating above Araqiel's leveled left palm was a small, pale blue light — a soul. And for this occasion, Gabriel knew it could only be a human soul.
    As the columns of Angels arrived on the edge of the circular field, they peeled off left and right and walked along the circumference of the field. When the Dominion Angels arrived at the field's edge, they continued into the circle toward Gabriel. As Araqiel entered the circle, a brilliant light came to life behind him. Within a moment, the lesser Angels had to shield their eyes.
    The light grew to twelve feet in diameter and appeared as a miniature Sun. Metatron. By now the Dominion Angels had made their way to the field's center with Gabriel. The Dominion turned and placed their right palms upon Gabriel's naked upper torso and shoulders. Gabriel could sense God's final message flowing from the host of Dominion. Stream after stream of data poured into Gabriel. Sampling each stream, as was allowed, Gabriel could feel the intent of each passage but could not begin to decipher the meaning.
    Gabriel had to squint his eyes from Metatron’s brilliance. He was fighting to hold focus. Between the agonizing streams of data and the burning aura of Metatron, Gabriel felt he was being held together by the powerful Dominion. As Araqiel approached, he turned his left palm from the facing up, to out in front of him as he straightened his arm. The sparkling blue soul remained in position, inches from his palm. Araqiel placed his palm onto Gabriel's right chest, but there was resistance. The soul became trapped between Araqiel's palm and Gabriel's chest.
    Gabriel did not move. Could not move. The soul expanded slightly as it entered into Gabriel's flesh. It was as if a cold stone had been wedged between his heart and lung. The assault on his mind was becoming too much, even for Gabriel. Though he had closed his eyes, Gabriel could sense Metatron’s heat coming closer. His light burning through Gabriel’s eyelids.
    A gleaming right arm sprang out of the blazing Metatron. The hand's fingers extended. Without removing their hands and not breaking the data stream into Gabriel, the Dominion parted, allowing Metatron access to Gabriel's sternum. A booming voice filled the last few feet between Gabriel and the awesome being of Metatron. The voice completely crushed what was left of Gabriel's hold on reality. "GO FORTH. DELIVER GOD'S MESSAGE AND SON.” Metatron's middle finger touched Gabriel's exposed