Protecting Evil

Protecting Evil

By Nomar Knight

A friend of mine posed this question: why do horrible people have guardian angels? I said it’s because evil serves a purpose. We don’t like evil people but they do perform a role in this world. I can make an argument and claim that the creator uses evil as a way of testing people, educating souls about themselves, and perhaps the most disturbing reason of all, to balance the world’s population.

Let’s start with the latter. Natural disasters are in place to try and cut into the number of souls roaming the Earth. However, sometimes manmade disasters are part of a master plan. We look at massive deaths as horrifically tragic. Perhaps the creator sees it as a way of calling his people home. I know, what kind of a God would deliberately allow death a free hand at his creations? The only thing I can think of is to restore balance.

As for using evil to teach souls lessons, I believe we learn from every situation whether on a conscious level or subconscious. Yes, some experiences profoundly change who we are. Anyone who prescribes to the theory that God has a master plan probably thinks that destiny has already been written. We just don’t know what the creator’s game plan is. That’s why so many seek out answers through religion.

The third reason for using evil could be to test people. After all, difficult struggles do add to our character. It wouldn’t surprise me that our entire existence in this domain is educational. Maybe it’s an epic vacation filled with unique adventures from where we originally come from. Maybe there is no one true deity. Maybe there’s a sophisticated network from a higher dimension and we all come from that plain of existence. Whatever it is, I’d sure hate to die and find out that we actually are super advanced apes.

Getting back to my friend’s question, it makes sense to me that if we are on some incredible yet temporary adventure, that we have a guardian angel looking out for our interests. Currently, there’s a guardian angel whispering her story in my mind. Her name is Furia. She played an interesting role in my novel, Darkness Roams. The giant female angel is beginning to reveal her secrets. According to her, righteous angels care about humans. She considers herself to be one of the best protectors of mankind, but sometimes she’s forced to protect souls that she would like to extinguish herself.

If you were a guardian angel, would you protect every soul assigned to you, even the evil ones?

Catch you on the dark side.

Nomar Knight

© Copyright Nomar Knight 2012. All rights reserved.

A Knight Chills Feature Presentation.

Listen to the Voices

Marilyn K. Yee, The New York Times

Listen to the Voices

By Nomar Knight

Back in the 90’s, I used to work for an Armored Truck company which focused on payroll distribution.  One day one of the routes was short a man, so my boss thought since I was a supervisor, it’d be good to have me report back on any irregularities, if any, on the run. 

I recalled driving the armored van and as I obeyed the crew's suggestion to park the vehicle on the sidewalk, against the building, a tingling sensation began to stir in my gut.  While I waited for the crew to go upstairs to cash checks for a company, I watched the people as they went about their business.  I recalled visiting the World Trade Center’s observation deck and being awed by how vehicles looked like insects. 

Being at ground level was supposed to make me feel safer.  Unfortunately, the tingling sensation got worse.  I was tempted to leave the van and break out in a full out sprint.  I didn’t know what caused me to feel so anxious, but all I knew was that I needed to get my crew out of there. 

As soon as I spotted the crew, a sense of relief began to calm me.  Imagine my surprise when the same guard who suggested I park next to the building’s wall, announced for me to wait while they fetched their lunch.  At that moment, I became a tyrant and screamed obscenities.  The men stood in shock while I unleashed a barrage of cusses, reminding them of my rank of supervisor.  I ordered them back in the truck and announced that lunch would be acquired on the Westside. 

I couldn’t tell them why I needed to get away from the place.  I just knew that if we hadn’t gotten out of there, something terrible was going to happen. 

As soon as I turned onto the Westside Highway, a loud explosion got our attention.  While we waited at a red light, hoards of fire trucks and police vehicles raced back in the direction of the World Trade Center. 

A few minutes later, my supervisor radioed, asking with urgency in his voice, about our status.  It wasn’t until a few days later, when I passed by the scene, that I realized the crater the bomb made was where I had parked the armored van.

I’m guessing my guardian angel did his best to get my attention.  Perhaps all my crew’s angels must’ve been shouting at me to get out of there.  All I know is that since then, I’ve learned to listen to my gut. 

Believe me when I say that it pays to listen to the voices.  In that case, I didn’t hear them, but I sure felt them. 

I’m only sorry that my prediction of an air assault on New York came true a few years later.  Though I must admit, I never dreamed terrorists would use commercial airliners like bombs.

I look forward to the day when we can put a stop to the madness.

Catch you on the dark side.

Nomar Knight

The picture was originally published in a New York Time's Report by Andrew Jacobs. Here's the link to that article. Here. 

© Copyright Nomar Knight 2011. All rights reserved. A Knight Chills Presentation.