This story is all about angels.........................

There was once a man - a tycoon in fact, and, like King Midas, everything he touched turned to

gold. One day, whilst motoring on the Continent he passed a large grey statue of an angel

commemorating some war or another. 

As his eyes registered the chubby face and the tall stone wings, his business mind immediately

knew that he had found his next challenge. Once back from holiday he set about commissioning

a couple of artists who worked for him to draw him a collection of 'cute' angels in various poses

and delicate colours. 

So, after a few phone calls on his part,  our hero developed a whole market full of angel

merchandise and proceeded to become even richer in the process, because  people believed

that getting on to the angel band wagon would in effect help their spirituality. 

Somehow they seemed to forget that they were in life to develop their spirituality in the way

they actually lived - not by the books they could write or read with this magic word in  the title. 

In the meantime, the energies that people on the earth called angels, had no idea of this role

that was being designated to them,  because they had one function only - and that was the one

of conveying messages - just as telephone wire does on the earth - and how can you give a wire

a personality - never mind a pair of WINGS!