Angel 2.0 Silverblack, Fasting, and Christ's bride

Angel: (to my mom and dad, while visiting in their home last night; I had just driven to get their favorite hamburgers) "Well. I have a BRAND NEW totally INAPPROPRIATE BOYFRIEND," I announced, shortly after handing them their hamburger they planned to share. Mom was cutting it in half. Mine was sitting beside me, untouched. I had debated whether or not to tell them. My excitement bubbling inside of me decided for me. They looked up, expectantly. Mom had been trying for years to get me to go find a boyfriend. She was worried about their dying and my not having anyone to take care of me when they were gone. Mom's parents had sent her to Abilene Christian College, back in the 1950's, scraped and saved, and she had worked, JUST to find her husband. She had. My mom was a country girl, raised picking cotton in Oklahoma, on the family farm we kept for 70 years, long after my grandparents passed away. I had hated it when she sold it. She wanted the money. I wanted the memories. That's WHY Robin and I had bought Chapelgate, well, one of the reasons. That was WHY I had bought "Angel Creek" and "The Limberlost Camp." Grandad's farm, was beloved to me.

When my mom went for one semester to Abilene Christian College it was with the understanding she'd get a job. It was unaffordable, otherwise. Staying more than one semester was out of the question, impossible.

My mom looked like a prettier version of Marilyn Monroe, except she was pure, a virgin, and raised in the country. She was raised in church, our church has always been the Church of Christ. My ancestors had had a small part, on my father's side, of founding the college. My great-something grandmother had paid $5. of her inheritance money (a sacrifice in the early 1900's) to help ACC become established. It had something to do with helping them move from Dallas to Abilene. So, the very, VERY beginning. The main question my dad asked me when I announced I had a new boyfriend was, "Does he believe in God?" I assured him, quickly, that he did, not quite sure but knowing this was the question that would make or break the entire future of my announcement. "His aunts post on his page (Facebook), "Be sure you thank God," "Remember God." So, yes. I knew the more important truth, that Silverblack understood God's natural physical law, the Self. Dad wouldn't be able to grasp that, but I answered, not untruthfully, the heart of the matter with "yes."

Dad, also a virgin, also raised in the Church of Christ, had taken one look at my beautiful mother with her glorious blonde hair and blue eyes, purity, and humbleness, and chosen her forever to be his. Now they were both almost 90. We were having to explain to Dad why he couldn't drive anymore. He mentioned it every chance he had. "Now, I'm not even supposed to WALK," he had said earlier, sitting in the den, where we all were, where the TV was, now enjoying our hamburgers. Mine was still wrapped and set aside. It smelled wonderful. I hadn't eaten any food in 4 days, fasting. My goal was to go from 184.8 lbs. to 150 lbs. I was on 173.8. I had announced to the Universe my intentions, as Silverblack had already taught me, that my goal was 150 lbs. "as fast as you can."

Angel: "I've had one that was too old for me (my late husband Robin was 20 years older than me; he had taken one look at my glorious blonde hair, blue eyes, purity, and humbleness, and had chosen me forever, on the spot). I've had three boyfriends that were too young for me (20 years younger). I've had one who was black and one who was Indian. THIS one is the most inappropriate one of all, he beats all the rest. He's younger than Skye (my youngest daughter) by three years. I don't know WHY I do that."

Mom: "I don't know why you do that either." We really don't.

Angel: "He's just SO beautiful. He's the most beautiful man I've ever SEEN. I told my girlfriend, Gigi, that my ideal dream man was exotic, with long hair, without much body hair, I like smooth, I prefer smaller over large, my size. I said I like artistic men, someone who is the master at whatever he does. Then I sent her a picture of Silverblack. She had taken a look and said, "yep, exactly your taste." Mom, he has the most BEAUTIFUL hair. He has SILVER in his black hair. His hair is straight, to the top of his shoulders, black. But it has SILVER through it, like highlights. And it's NATURAL. He inherited it from his mother. He doesn't dye it. It's naturally like that. It's just BEAUTIFUL. I call him "Silverblack." I've written TWENTY-FIVE short-stories about him now. He told me to write Angel 2.0 and document our journey. He told me to focus on my SELF, but of course I'm focusing on HIM. "He has MYTHOLOGY tattoos. He has the most BEAUTIFUL MYTHOLOGY tattoos. I figured out who did his tattoos and it is one of the best artists in the world. He has Atlas with the world on his shoulders on his back. He has one that looks like "David" (they'd never grasp Adonis or the real meaning, see previous stories) on his chest, (David, from the Bible, they'd get.) His body is SCULPTED, just BEAUTIFUL. He's the most beautiful man I've ever seen.

Mom: "What does he do?"

Angel (thinking, how in the world do I explain THIS): "He's not really my boyfriend, he's my Coach." (Now she's completely confused.) (I'm thinking...) "You know how gyms have "Personal Trainers"? Like that. But he does nutrition and food, as well. (Now she sees a bit.) But, it's more than that. He teaches people how to become their best Self. He's just like you and Dad. He's teaching me all the same stuff YOU'VE both been TRYING to teach me my entire life. He's just like YOU. You'd LOVE him. He's like Dad, you know Dad's strong will, how he is at the top of what he does, because of his work ethic and determination. You'd LOVE him, Mom, (thinking...) He's just like Judge Judy." My mom watches Judge Judy like she's a prophet from God, adores her. I don't. But she does. "He's JUST LIKE Judge Judy, Mom."

Mom: "I've got to see him. Do you have a picture? Show me a picture." (I reach for my phone. My wrapped hamburger is still waiting beside me. I'm going to 150 lbs. It smells so good.)

Angel: "I looked at his Facebook, I went all the way back to when he was really young. He's kind. He's just kind. Like Skye (my youngest daughter, now 33 years old, the kindest person on the planet.)"

Mom: "You're dad was kind, that's one of the reasons I liked him. Your dad has always been very kind."

Angel: "He said that HE was going to be the one to lift his entire family UP a level, for the future generations. He said, if he got up an hour earlier than anyone else that in 10 years he'd be that much further along than most people. Then he said, if he got up two hours earlier... He gets up at 3:30 am and he's in the gym at 5:30 EVERY DAY. His body went from pudgy to sculpted. He sculpted his body. It's SO beautiful. He said he didn't have ANYTHING. So, he decided that the only thing he had was HIMSELF. So he worked on his CHARACTER. He developed all the virtues inside himself, like working hard (they are just like this, have been forever).

Mom: "What's his name?"

Angel: "Tristan. I hate that he's named that. (My son is named Tristan; I picked it out of 3000 names in the "Names for Boys" baby book.) I call him "Silverblack," for my stories. But I call him Tris. (I call my Tristan, Tris.)

Dad: "Are you talking about Tristan?" His memory has been going, lately, he's recovering from strokes. He's a lot better.

Mom (to Dad): "She's talking about her new Tristan. They are both named Tristan. This is the new one." Dad says, "ok."

Angel: "He also models. He has an older brother who is in marketing. So the older brother started marketing him and they were going all over the world, with Tristan modeling for BIG companies. But he doesn't JUST model like in, "Look at me, I'm pretty, buy this." He made a video and said, "You don't HAVE to spend $5,000. on your clothes. You can just spend $100. and look just as good. Do it like this..." Then he turns up his collar, and adjusts this and he DOES look just as good. He does that with his hair, with EVERYTHING. He's SO beautiful, Mom. He was taking his modeling and turning it into works of art. He was USING his BEAUTY to create Works of Art. He'd pick the setting, and the clothes, and create the atmosphere to convey emotions or ideas. He's incredible. HE thought of that. He's teaching me how to focus on my Self, just like you've always tried to teach me but I wouldn't listen. (I focus on Others, like Jesus taught us. I've never been able to make them comprehend that. They focused on their Selves and became very rich because of it.)

Mom: "He's going to have so many girls..."

Angel: "He has 40,000 (followers on Instagram). But he likes ME the best. He's training ME." My hamburger is now completely cold and theirs is gone. "I have to get prettier, younger."

Mom AND Dad: "You've ALWAYS been beautiful. Your whole life. You're beautiful right now."

Angel: "I know. But I'm going to drop to 150 lbs. and tone my body. I'm going to get healthy. I'm going to buy new clothes, beautiful clothes, and do my hair and makeup. I'm going to decrease my age by 20 years. I can do it. That book I read (I had told them about this before and they'd wanted to try it themselves.) You know, that book about the Tibetan monks. If you do their rituals (not exercises) and get your chakras spinning again (I'd had to explain that, they'd never heard of that before) then you can actually LOSE age. I think I really can do that. I have to get beautiful enough for HIM."

My mom and dad are now just in love with Silverblack as I am. My enthusiasm had won them over. My description had won them over. I found his videos on my phone. I started playing one for them. They were both trying to see at the same time. I had to replay it for each. I played two. Then I played one and paused it to explain what he just said, out loud, so they could grasp it.

Angel: "He has all these videos he creates for his coaching website. He has books he's written. He has a list of books he recommends. He and I are documenting my transformation as he teaches me. He's making videos and I'm writing my stories. He helps people improve themselves. Something happened, I don't know what, he doesn't say. But something happened and he lost EVERYTHING. His modeling, his business, his money, EVERYTHING. He said he got totally wiped out to the point where he was so depressed about it that he almost committed suicide three times. But then he caught himself and told himself, no. He decided to IMPROVE himself, and started reading, like 30, books on Self Improvement. That's when he did all this, himself. Now he teaches people how to do that. He helps people when they go through a hard breakup, that's why his videos are like that. He says that every single person is unique and that if you will just focus on your SELF then you will wind up so incredible that people LIKE you will resonate with you and seek you out. He says if someone disrespects you, doesn't see your value, then cut them off and leave them behind. That's why his videos are like that. He's teaching people how to focus on their Self."

Mom and Dad have listened enraptly. Now they are beginning to droop. I need to go.

Angel: "He's not REALLY my boyfriend. He's my Coach. He's my friend. He encourages me and walks with me and teaches me how to focus on my Self. He's like a companion. I just like him SO much. I like how he thinks. He's SO beautiful." I pack up to leave. "Do you want my hamburger? You could have it for lunch, tomorrow." She does. The next morning the scales say 172.2. I announce my intentions to the Universe. "We're going to 150. We're going to maintain at 150. We're going to be toned, our skin is going to be beautiful, we're going to be healthy and eat right. We're going to fix my hair, and makeup, and buy new clothes to look like a model. We're going to lose 20 years in age."

The next morning, after weighing myself and being pleased at the result, I went, as usual, to my Bible retranslation. I just started where I had left off the day before, as I've done for decades. It started talking to me, just like it always does. I was just by coincidence on Luke 5 (not a coincidence at all, it just always works like that). It had a heading, "Jesus Questioned About Fasting." As I retranslated the English words back into the correct way I read the original ancient Greek and Hebrew, MY way, that God taught me, it started matching my life. It was talking about the hamburger I had given away, uneaten. It was talking about the purpose of fasting. It said that when the Others side (the natural spiritual law God has in place; where we focus on loving Others, as Jesus taught us) finally reconnects with the Self side (the natural physical law God has in place; where we focus on loving our Self) in the figure eight pattern he has Creation designed in that there is a feast. It said it was like a wedding feast. It said it was like a marriage. It said it was like when two virgins join. It said that each of them has FASTED for SO LONG from the other, opposite, path, that when they finally SEE each other it is with the JOY and DESIRE that a Bridegroom and a Bride have for each other on their wedding day.

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Written May 16, 2025 at 10:57 am