All of my life Angels have been near me.

Some demons as well.

The Demons tell me in clear English

"We're going to make you fail"

The realms of "Angelica" sings to me leads me in dreams. Gives hope. They have for all of my life from childhood to now old age.

Demons too remain still active in their destructiveness. Why they do this why they would bother still I have no idea. However they persist. As does the realms of kindness. That's what I mainly feel when Angels are near "...Kindness".

With Demons it's primal rages fears,...and yes power. 

I gave into the darkness once. I'll never forget. I loved it I wanted to stay within it. All was raging, and flaming. Like being in a burning machine of eternal power.

I can most certainly see now how souls are lost to what could be called the "Dark Side" it is astoundingly seductive.

...And draining.

One is exhausted quickly. This because you are being deliberately emptied of all you are. ...no thanks.

I'll take the almost never there when you need them Angels. If nothing else it's just nicer. Mind you yes this all sounds like the infantile cosmology of the sort the Nuns tried to bamboozle us with. All big rock candy mountain for good boys'n girls.

Still the peace, and beauty of it,...well.

I interpret all this in the Angels, and fairies I've been drawing making collages of as above/below. Publishing, and now posting now for well over 40 years. Angels don't seem to mind my depicting them as Queer boys with or without wings.

That's just how I feel them.

Others see mighty warriors still others the hallmark flying infants sort of thing. Yet others see, and feel just regular folks wandering any street. Which is exactly how I have encountered them.

However that's another story for another time.