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dysfunctional family, result ing in a too early marriage, which ended seven years later. At t hirty - seven she was d ivorce d , and dealing with the worst circumstances that surround it, falling into a depression not easily overcome .
    However, Honey was strong and the fact that she did not attend a church or believe in Jesus, no way meant that she did not believe in a ‘higher’ power. She did, for she supposed one must believe in something. She was just far more concerned about teaching others how to make the world a better place to live in than who it might be . Her thinking was that if people would forget religion and concentrate on helping each other it would be much more profitable than building the great big fine buildings all over the world and calling them God’s houses. Better to put all the money to work saving starving children all over the world.
    She pulled herself together and moving west to Arizona , she went back to college earning her degree and working with the state for several years before moving back to Mississippi. Her parents were no longer living and her two siblings were gone as well. Her sister committed suicide when she was only ten and her brother was killed in a car accident before he turned twenty. She felt lucky to be alive , coming close to death more than once.
    She was well established at the mental health clinic in Philadelphia , M ississippi now . She loved her job and she loved her life. Everything was good, except now for th e dream. She lay thinking, why won’t it go away for good and leave me alone? There were several months between them, sometimes years. This time it had been at least five or six years and she had almost forgotten it . They were the main reason she studied Psychology, hoping to rid herself of insecurities brought about from such a trauma filled childhood. She felt sure this was the reason for th e m. She thought if she could come to understand the workings of the mind , she could abolish the nightmares altogether. Not so, for now after all th is time , it was back to haunt her. It was the third time in less than a week.
        She turned from one side to the other , waiting for day to break. It is almost daylight. It never comes in the light, always darkness. I can sleep , I need to sleep and when I wake back up I will think about it then...when I am rested.
    Knowing that she had no appointments until one in the afternoon, she closed her eyes and a deep sleep engulfed her consciousness and she slept a dreamless sleep.
    Light streaming in through the window, the sun caressing her face , Honey Magill slept until it was almost noon.
        However, she was not alone. There was a seven-foot presence in the room with her, but he meant her no harm. His name was Ragas. Over the years, he had watched over her, sometimes with delight and sometimes with sadness, but always with admiration. The first years , she called him her special friend but as her spiritual eyes gradually closed he became a vague memory.
    As he was thinking back on the young and innocent Honey , he watched the present one sleep peacefully. Ah, little children who see and play innocently with their angels. Such is the Kingdom of Heaven!
        Ragas, well aware of her struggle, s tood with his senses tuned to detect the slightest disturbance. H is fine linen clothing seem ed only an extension of his body. His dark hair hung to his shoulders having a slight wave , his eyes a flashing brown with gold rings . As her guardian angel, he had the authority to protect her from evil and he took his position seriously.
        His charge stirred and then slowly began to a wake n . Ragas silently stood guard as she hurriedly went about preparing for the afternoon, for the morning was gone.
      Practically shouting into the phone when it rang,
    “Betty …. please keep my one o’clock there. Blast it, I am running late but no more than five minutes !” She hated being late .
    “Yes, that is fine and no