The Red Angel

 


by Glen L. Bledsoe 

Across the centuries leaders have had visions or dreams of a being made of red flames. Some called it the Red Angel. This being led peoples to new lands, peace and plenty; led them away from drought, famine, war and disease. For the last several hundred years the Red Angel has appeared to no man and no woman. The Red Angel no longer leads people to safety and fortune. That is because there is nowhere else to lead the people of Earth. The problems we have are world wide. We must solve them on our own because there is nowhere else to go.

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