The Angel Game

You know, Dear Reader, America always has the best of reasons for doing the worse of things; and America always says "Sham! Shame!" of the other side's slain babies but hides away its own baby trophies mounted on its own hidden trophy wall.
 
I mention this in passing today because America, my America, is putting on its halo today in advance of doing a wicked, wicked thing.
 
So on to what I was planning to tell you today; I'm sitting here waiting for a very important playing of the Angel Game to be played out, that being Angel contact with the Chinese astronauts now circling God's Earth, and I realize I have never told you about the Angel Game.
 
To be sure, I have made references to it over the years, particularly on my Internet site which America closed down a few months ago, but in those references I spoke of "Little Miracles", and I don't think I said or implied that you too can play the Angel Game.
 
All you need  to play the Angel Game is a soul and an open mind.
 
Many of you have played the Angel Game but may not know it, or may think of it in other terms; and to be sure my terms of not the official terms and there is no official Angle Game Rule Book to play by.
 
Soldiers often play the Angel Game.
 
I have often said God loves warriors, but that does not mean God loves those who send warriors to war or that God loves warriors of one side over warriors of another side.  God loves courage.
 
The warrior in combat often develops a sixth sense, can sometimes smell things (you might instead say "sense" things) that are about to happen, and that is a form of the Angel Game.
 
In another form of the Angel Game, say you are walking along and something just gives you the creeps, a certain street or a certain person, like a faux-president perhaps.  Your state religion, psychiatry, might call this sixth sense paranoia, and you might because of that dark religion that rules you in the guise of medicine shrug off the danger your soul is smelling.  Then, too late, you know your sixth sense was right, and you have lost the Angel Game.
 
It is very rare the Angel will shout "Danger!" in your ear, although it might sometimes, but generally it will gently say, "I wouldn't put my head in that lion's mouth if I were you".
 
The Angel Game has saved my skin many times, more times than I could with credibility tell you and more times than even I am aware of.
 
Here are two examples of the Angel Game played with me in the same environment.
 
On the airliner going from Tokyo to Saigon, on my way to a place where I would again place my journalist's head into the lion's mouth, I was reading a book about Ernest Hemingway, and it told the story of an incident in a Spanish hotel when Hemingway opened the French doors on the window one morning to find two pigeons mating there.
 
So, my first night in Saigon I am staying at an old French hotel and I open the French doors on the window in the morning, and there I see two pigeons mating.
 
Now I had never before and I have never since seen two pigeons mating.
 
That was an example of the Angel Game, and in that example you see the element of coincidence which is a frequent aspect of the Angel Game, and also the frequent lightness of the Angel Game.
 
For the uninitiated, this was the Angel's way of reminding me I was not alone.
 
(I could be saying, of course, that it is God who plays the Angel Game but when I say I know things about God the United States of America always does wicked things to me, so let's call this Heart a Diamond and continue.)
 
So, on my last day in Saigon, ticket in hand and a reservation on Air France to home and girlfriend in Tokyo, against all odds un-killed and un-maimed, my UPI boss asked me to go on one last assignment, to on the next morning, my last morning in Vietnam, take a ride with some grunts in a helicopter looking for gooks around Saigon, assuring me I would be back before the Air France flight left; but not so subtle as pigeons mating this time that Angel yelled into my ear and said, "Virgil, don't put your head in that God-damned lion's mouth".
 
The first incident told me I was not alone, that my Angel would be with me when the hot metal was flying, the final incident told me I had used up my quota of hot metal misses.
 
I know I am rambling here, straying from the point, but in my own way I am passing time, waiting to see when and if my Angel Game with China will appear in the news.
 
I have some guesses on how the Angel Game will go, and I make those guesses over and over even though I know it is not smart to anticipate the Angel, particularly if I am going to be reporting to you what the Angel is telling me while it is telling it to me.
 
A good example was the recent quake in Pakistan.  For over 40 days I told you here and in emails told at least 50 news outlets that I was expecting an earthquake around October 6, but I kept anticipating the Angel and saying the quake would be on the West Coast of the United States.  By anticipating the Angel, you see, a very good advance documentation of a very important Earthquake was diminished to near uselessness.
 
Having said that, I will now anticipate the Angel Game I am currently playing with China.  Frankly, I do this because Angel-anticipation is fun; and I have long since learned that advance accuracy on human events will not free me from America's torture-enslavement of me.  I know what will free me, but that is not the subject here.
 
So, reviewing the Angel Game with China; we Space Sailors call this playing of the game "The Angel-Rabbit Dance", and it involves the Angel making contact with the Chinese astronauts now in orbit.
 
Now this is the important part, the Angel is saying this contact will be great enough to prove to China, an officially atheist nation, that God exists.
 
So I'm thinking and I'm thinking, what could that contact be that my country could not censor from the news (which the United States of America would almost certainly do if it could) and that the Chinese would see and understand God is talking to them.
 
Right now I am guessing a photograph will be involved, that somehow by accident or by intent the Chinese astronauts will photograph something remarkable, something so remarkable it will change human understanding relative to the Creator of this Universe.
 
There I go, anticipating the Angel again; but you have to admit it's rather fun.