Eden

Eden
Molly

Eden by the author under the pseudonym Molly. The angel always communicates with you, you either notice it, or you do not. But communication is still happening between you an angel. In noisy big cities if you had lost your own souls voice and would like to talk with your inner soul and would like to speak with your angel, then you have to read this book, all answers will come to you! Communicate with the angel. Ask angel questions. Get answers.

Eden

Molly

© Molly, 2019

ISBN 978-5-0050-2891-4

Created with Ridero smart publishing system

What is Chaos is my life Chaos is me!!!

There was a flash the in the Sun with an ejection of the coronal mass and bursts of radio emission. At that time, a weak magnetic disturbance of class G1 was recorded.

One particular ray touched her head. And from that moment on, she began to understand and read the angel’s hints.

“Why she?” – You will ask. Because she was weak and she needed protection? In fact, she was not weak, but just very kind and very trusting! And she had a sweetheart. Of course, like everyone else, she always had an angel. But from that day she began to communicate with her angel. Through books, through music and through T-shirts of passers-by. We each have an angel. And they often interact with us and, of course, they try to protect us, but sometimes, when we do wrong things, they punish us.

Today she wore a T-shirt had an inscription “Cute but psycho”!

It was real and part of life she was also mad!

Angel’s Tips

Are there angels on this earth?

Yes, there are.

Every time and every day they give you clues and lead precisely to the city in which you should have lived part of your life, even if you were born in another. Also if you do not have money to exist in a city intended for you and for all the universal reasons, you should not or should not have entered this particular city. An angel would come up with many ideas for you to live your life there.

Of course, you are an angel for yourself and your mother, but there is still an invisible angel. He leads you on this or that road. Angels are you and me!

I am an introvert, but sometimes I can also be an extrovert. I run away from my family and my society!

And guess where I ran? I escaped for some reason into the city of love. I’m 25. I love people, but I do not like to communicate with them, this is my paradox.

A girl was born in the city of X. All over the world gave codes to cities, her town was number 012. And she had to go and live in the city 021. She did not know anything.

But since her memory was for some reason intricate, she lived in a world without the past and the future. For all, she seemed normal. In fact, she was abnormal. And in her head lived as a minimum of 6 evil and 6 normal cockroaches. Total 12. She had a single guardian angel, who for some reason helped her live on this land until she was 28 years old. To be continued…

Two people from the village A and B met in the metropolis M. The city of M was always rainy. And probably in this city, you can starve to death. Without money, without support, two students with their love. But for some reason, they decided to get married and have children. Perhaps this is fate?

Love? What is love?

Love is a feeling that is peculiar to a person, a deep affection for another person or an object, a sense of sincere sympathy.

(Internet)

I hope that always a pure love of almost 90 per cent leads to children. Sometimes it happens that sex is happening. This is probably an unusual idea? For people to be born and continue to live for some reasons?

And sometimes they made the lives of others a little better and a bit lighter!!! And they gave hope that they would continue to live and entertain themselves.

I’m just me. I was called a collection of letters, which in the human world matters as a name, and my name is Adele. Women’s shell. When I was conceived, I preferred to be a girl. I love myself, my life and you, my friend. Yesterday I thought I was going to die!

After all, you also had strange thoughts?

That everything is, and emotionally you do not feel anything. I have this syndrome has been going on for 5 years. I do not care what I think about. A big shit about what’s happening around me. I’m sick of everything that surrounds me. This is called emotional burnout. It is necessary to return and turn from ash into a beautiful, strong flying bird of Phoenix.

In general, I’m tired, I think you’re tired too. But, as you can see, I’m still alive, just decided not to give up.

Okay, I’m continuing my story. I’m looking for the same pure love. The love of life is the most important thing.

I, of course, live in the material world. But since this material world is a little rough and creepy, I exist in it with my cloudy consciousness. For some reason, I get garbage thoughts in my head. What you need to love a person with all your heart. When this person, whom you love and give yourself entirely to him, takes and cuts your heart and throws out? Why be soft and fluffy and help everyone?

Alas, I cannot do anything with myself! Because I am what I am. And I cannot defend myself, the angel comes to my rescue.

In the morning I went back to work today and saw “we help you to invent the future.” – was written on the T-shirt of a guy who was passing in the subway.

Believe and by your faith will be given

The city of love, the population of this city, is more than 30 150 000 people. And 51 per cent of them is men.

Geographical coordinates: 211° 122 ‘s. w. 121°211'.The telephone year of the city is 210. And in this city, I feel loneliness and lack of that single person.

My angel said that, of course, you can change the future, but some ways are still predetermined. And sometimes we should be where we are now.

These two souls had to meet one day, fall in love with each other and not let go. He fell in love with her soul, missed her when she was in another city and in another country. She wanted to breathe it, and he wanted it. They say that even the ocean will seem like a puddle if there is a person on the other side who needs you.

He heated it the same way as a woollen sweater, bought once in a beloved city. He is that gallant man in a black tuxedo and a bow tie, each time inviting her to the terraces of the most expensive restaurants. Her favourite drink was mojito and champagne. It contained sugar syrup, a little vodka, fresh lemon and mint. And champagne because It was sparkling. But most of the time she enjoys to drink just water, water, water, water pure water!

Her man remained pure. Over the years, it became better and better, as cognac becomes better over time, and she rated it as rare, with 150 years of ageing. He – the same man… Galant, who knows how to care for and loving, to support his only woman!

She also loved everything antiquarian and natural, everything that existed and was produced 100 years ago. She liked the smell of pure natural leather, she was crazy about pure wool and clothes in monochrome colours.

Even her name was a retro tribute – Adele.

They met for the first time when she was 18 years old when she did not yet know what life was, and he was already accomplished and experienced. He had seen many people in his life. His name was Right.

That day, Right’s car broke down, and he had to go by subway, and Adele, as always, was in a hurry to go to her college. Her curly hair stirred the streams of wind from the air, which she served at the station, she made up her nails that day in the colour of red wine, made a manicure and put on a dark blue dress. She smelled of herself, but, oddly enough, that day he smelled a woman. Since there were many people in the subway, he stood behind Adele. She lifted the strap of the dress, mechanically corrected her hair and began to look at something in her phone. After turning on the music. She stood holding on to the handrail, and he entered the Numizmat station, where the financial centre was located. She suddenly steps on his shoes. Because the train suddenly stuck. And she smiled back she doesn’t know why. Without thinking twice, he quickly got out his business card and wrote on the back: “I’m inviting coffee. 12:00. Tomorrow. On the dam from the side of the new city, to the Starbucks.”

Probably, I would say fuck off to the guys or men inviting coffee, because high-quality coffee is expensive and it needs to be cooked by itself, just like quality men are less and less in our world. It’s better to say: people.

I went for a walk, and get warm from the sun, and substitute my face. After all, I can not live without sunshine and pure love.

I went for a walk, and get warm from the sun, and substitute my face. After all, I can not live without sunshine and pure love.