There's an Angel Under My Bed

by Kenneth David Brubacher

Overview

Exactly when do we stop seeing through the eyes of little children? When do we quit seeing and talking with our guardian angels? Let us explore the constant battle of our morality through the eyes of a child!

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781524639211
Publisher:	AuthorHouse
Publication date:	09/19/2016
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
Pages:	30
File size:	12 MB
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About the Author

Kenneth David Brubacher was born into a large family of sort of Mennonites in Elmira, ON, through no fault of his own. He was encouraged to make an attempt at becoming a normal human being, but with clearly limited success. To the surprise of nearly everyone he graduated from secondary school in 1970. From there he traveled the world extensively, turning his hand to many kinds of jobs, and eventually returned to Elmira having accomplished very little. He got work as a millwright, but it was soon evident that he was a millwrong. After being mercifully fired from that job he went trucking and almost immediately distinguished himself (Summa Cum Laude with Oak Leaf Cluster and Silver Star) by destroying the truck. He married and begat two lovely daughters who took after their mother in many wonderful ways, an d turned out normal. It was considered a blessing that he had no sons because there was a high degree of probability that they might well grow up to be like their dad. Knowing little about shoes, and even less about feet, he then took over his father’s shoe repair shop and started to make shoes by hand along about April Fools’ Day 1978. Very few people caught on. It was obvious that people whose feet were so bad that they sought out the services of a cobbler were not very fussy. The business prospered in spite of its inherent inadequacies. He also applied himself to many varieties of sport, establishing a universal mediocrity in their pursuit seldom seen. When his body was sufficiently trashed he took up umpiring baseball, where it was observed that his training must have occurred under the tender administrations of the CNIB. Currently he makes his home on a rented farm near Creemore, ON, and repairs a few shoes in his small shop in Collingwood. The farmhouse will soon become a gravel pit, whereupon it was his intent to establish institutions where Mennonites could go to seek quiet enjoyment. This, of course, until it was pointed out to him that they had already done it. These establishments are known as Mennonite Farms. The author heartily recommends that any reader who takes a notion to write and produce a book or a play, then to lie down on the couch and watch videos of fawns gamboling in a sun-splashed meadow full of butterflies - until the feeling goes away. It is hoped that you enjoy the book, and that its contents and presentation may provide therapeutic assistance in the remedy of your insomnia.

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There's An Angel Under My Bed

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By Kenneth David Bruchaer

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2016 Kenneth David Bruchaer
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-5246-3920-4

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CHAPTER 1

Who are your talking to, Dear?

I am talking to one of my Angels. She lives under my bed. Mostly. Sometimes she comes out, but she is mostly under the bed.

What is she doing there?

She is a Guardian Angel and is under my bed because that is the best place to do the guarding. Those against whom she guards normally come up from below, and because I sleep on the top of the bed, she can best protect me from under the bed.

Her name is Prettunia, and is my Night Angel. I have Pay Angels too. They are my outside Angels and look after me when I go out. Their names are Marvin and Chuck.

They are big and strong. But my Night Angel is Prettunia.

Prettunia?

Yes. Prettunia. She is very pretty and sings nicely as well. She is a replacement for my former Night Angel who was having some trouble with her nerves and is now in therapy. Her previous assignment was guarding a truck driver, but it did not go well. Seems like the truck driver played his music much too loudly and could not hear the warnings of danger from his Angel. He is in Truck Driver Heaven now. The Choirs of Angels who serve in Truck Driver Heaven are all specially trained volunteers. Truck drivers are pretty much only happy when they are listening to hurlin' music, and, as there is not a whole pile of hurlin' flying around heaven, these choirs need to have special training.

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Truckers' heaven is right next to politicians' heaven. That's not a very big part of heaven. It is much the same size as lawyers' heaven.

Mother: So how do these angels get to be here as Guardian Angels anyway?

Daughter: Oh yes mummy, that is a very good question indeed. The first thing that they have to learn to do is fight the dragons.

Mother: Fight what dragons?

They are former angels who listened to the bad device of the most beautiful and fairest of all the creations of the Almighty. His name was Lucifer and he was second-in-command only to the Creator, but became proud and wanted to take over the company of heaven and become chairman of the board.

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It was a hostile takeover and Lucifer thought he had enough shareholders and votes to control the company. But as it turned out, the shares he voted were just common shares, not the preferred controlling shares, and the Chairman of the Board, the Almighty, mustered legions of the controlling shareholders and rejected the hostile takeover.

And, what's more, he stripped the hostile forces of their shares and demoted their leader, Lucifer, loveliest of all his creations, and cast him and his followers out of heaven onto what is here known as Earth. The Almighty also changed the shape of Lucifer from being the most beautiful of all of his creations to something much more cruel, dark, and misshapen. Lucifer's name after that was also known as Satan. The followers of Lucifer, like the Angels, are spirit beings that you cannot see with ordinary eyes. The Angels and dragons wage war that most people cannot see. They do not sleep, and are always watching out.

The servants of the Almighty are the forces for good. The dragons are the fighters of the chief dragon, Satan, for evil. This battle goes on all the time. You just cannot directly see it, or even feel it

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Mother: I can see a light under your bed, dear. Can I see your Angel?

Oh, I don't think so Mommy. Only we young children can see our Angels. Bigger people very quickly are distracted by lots of big splash and noisy matters, and don't take the time to sit and sing and talk to their Angels anymore. So the Angels mostly just - well - fade.

Just a minute, Mommy ... just a minute ... Prettunia says that she will talk with you! She says this has never happened before! Normally Angels are not allowed to do this, but it seems that she likes you and asked for special permission because she explained that you are so kind to me! Here she is now!

Angel: Hello Mother of the house.

Hi Prettunia! How are you?

I am just fine, thank you very much for asking. Your daughter is lovely and so well behaved and it is a pleasure to be one of her Guardian Angels

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So how does it feel like to come down from heaven and take your work here at our house?

Might well you ask! It is a very big change indeed! We must go through serious training, not only in how to fight dragons, but also is how people on earth in general behave. For example, they have to teach us about how to deal with space and gravity. We don't have those in heaven but you do, so they build a special area for us to practice kicking around a ball which does not float and then we learn how to do a thing called running after it instead of flying. Really weird!

People are a whole lot different from us. For example, you eat and drink and sleep, but we don't do that. We don't have bodies needing that sort of stuff. I cannot imagine what is must to be like to go to sleep! Just shut down, close your eyes, count a few sheep (the Almighty has a soft spot for sheep) so sheep-sleep is a very big thing, and voila! Comatose! Let the cares wander off to dreams, and awake refreshed! Seriously cool! We can't do that. But while you are sleeping and defenseless, we are hard at work dealing with the dragons whose sworn duty is to trash you.

(Continues...)

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