Nola Kennedy's Journal

The following are entries written in Nola Kennedy's Journal about her missions, and encounters during her every day life.
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~Toe Pixies~

Sunday, September 30th 2007- Nola Kennedy

Last night I stayed at “The Edge Water” resort in Duluth, MN with my earth family, and something came to me in the middle of the night.
Actually, not only one thing- three things;
I’ve decided to call them “Toe Pixies” because of the way they came to me, and what they did when they arrived.
Now, before I explain what they did, I will try to explain a little more about them.
First you must know that those who do not believe fully in their existence cannot see the Toe Pixies; they are hidden from mortal eyes because mortals do not really have the will or even the capability to believe in the unseen, especially Pixies.
Second, you must know that Pixies can sense happiness, depression, and everything in-between. They can sense even the tiniest sliver of contentment in your heart- they know when you’ve had a good day or a bad day and they only come when you’ve had a bad day. Now I know what you all must be thinking, “Why would pixies only come when you’ve had a bad day? That doesn’t make sense. Aren’t pixies supposed to be happy creatures?” So let me explain. Toe Pixies A) come only at night- they are a lot like the tooth fairy in that they know when you are asleep. B) They come only when you’ve had a bad day because of their powers- sensing contentment. They know that any living person cannot survive without having anything that makes them content within a period of 24 hours so they use their gifts to help your dreams. Now I know this probably sounds insane, so I will continue attempting to explain. Please be patient as I try to over come my blondeness. Toe pixies know every part of your day and everything that happens while you are awake- and they also know what you are dreaming. So when you’ve had a bad day and you fall asleep, they come and lick your toes until you wake up. Then they whisper to the back of your mind the bit of happiness in your day to help your dreams be a bit more pleasant. Now you might be thinking, “Why do they lick your toes?” well, have you ever bumped your foot up against something cold while you were asleep and it jerked you awake? Or has your foot ever fallen asleep and it was so irritating that it woke you up? That’s the toe pixies working. You see, when they lick your toes, it causes your foot to react in different ways. They cannot just simply tickle you awake, they have to use your own strength and body against you. This may seem mean and wrong of them, but it is their job! What else are they supposed to do?
Now, the other thing you must know is that toe pixies are a lot like puppies in their personalities. You know how a puppy will love you unconditionally no matter what you do to it? You could kick a puppy in the nose and it would still love you. That is the way toe pixies are. Now don’t you think that they have been kicked many times during the night? Their jobs are to tickle people’s feet! Of course they get kicked around and slammed into walls! But they still come back to you- every time you have a rough day they come back to give you good dreams.
Everyone has their own three Toe pixies- you cannot share pixies with a friend or even a relative, every living person has their own three Toe pixies.
So anyways, my toe pixies came to me last night and licked my toes causing my foot to slam into the side of the bunk bed, which was ice cold. I woke up with a moan, and there they were. Right in front of me; the toe pixies!
They were all different colors, and completely nude. (Though they did not have any hair on their bodies except for on their heads.) One was Black with red palms, red souls, red hair, silver eyes and red wings. Another was dark purple with bright green eyes, white hair and black wings with red tips, and the last one was white with black wings, black hair, blue eyes and black nails, (She was my favorite.)
They were shocked that I could see them because I had never fully believed before, so I had never seen them. But they soon warmed up to me and started talking about what dreams they were going to give me. They all three have their own names too; the black one’s name is Schiilah, (Sh-ee-la) the purple one’s name is Aribele (air-ih-bell) and my favorite one’s name is Kharizma. (Kah-riz-muh)
She was the one who gave me the dream about Lindsay Lohan sending my picture back to me hand signed and complimenting it. Kharizma said that she thought I was the most gorgeous angel she’d ever seen and that she had begged God to let her be one of my toe pixies. (Apparently being a toe pixie, you see a lot of angels in heaven; seeing as how you work for God and all.)
So yes, last night I met for the first time my very own toe pixies and I am very pleased.
They promised that since I am an Angel and not a mortal they could come back even when I don’t have a bad day just to talk. The bad day rule only applies to mortals because they do not believe.
But I do believe in my toe pixies. I have made three new friends, and I intend to keep them. They are beautiful- and they are female which makes them even better!
Oh! And yesterday I came to an exciting realization that is completely unrelated to my toe pixies, (I am not going to call them my “new” toe pixies because I have had them since I was conceived, I have just never seen them before.)
Angels do not weigh anything!
Nothing at all, they don’t need to weigh anything! How do you think they live in the clouds? This made me very excited because I realized I no longer have to eat anything! I thought about it, and I tend to eat more when I am depressed. So I’ve decided to reverse my metabolism so that I do not eat when I am depressed. And I have been more and more depressed lately, simply because I miss my real family. I imagine they must miss Kyra and I greatly. We were the youngest in our kingdom when we fell down through the clouds, (I believe we still are the youngest, which is good because I do not like having younger siblings) and everyone always loves the youngest. Our kingdom is missing its two youngest princesses! My mother told me that Kyra and I have one older sister and 3 older brothers. They are nice brothers who miss and love us very much. Their names are Nolan, Wesslie and Kyzera, or Kye for short. (My mother obviously has picky name choices seeing as how most of our names sound almost identical.) And mother also tells me our sister is beautiful. Mom says she looks just like Kyra only with reddish-gold hair, and her name is Mercury, but our family often calls her Mercy or Mercedes. I feel very bad for having fallen down like that, so carelessly down to earth and allowing myself to be inhaled by my earthly mother. However, my time here on earth has been more exciting than it would have been had I not fallen down. I get to serve on earth for heaven to a people group that inspires and excites me! What more could a princess ask for?
I am eager to speak with my sister in person about all of this. We have not yet met in person, and that is something else that has making me depressed. My body knows it is missing something, someone that is a part of me.
Mortals do not have this feeling because they are related by mortal birth, but Kyra and I both came from the same star birth- the same exact star. My mother told me that we were even the same piece of stardust at one point. She fell first though, of course because she is one earth year older than I am. Oh how I do long to meet her in person!
I believe that God is teaching me patience by holding her back from me for a little while. Besides, I would not want to just rush over to her home and hug her to death, I would want everything to be planned out and perfect. She’s my only true sister, and meeting her means a lot to me. Because she is the only being on earth that I truly belong with; and that is a scary thought. I would not want to frighten her or make things awkward for her. I would want her to know what was going on and I would want her to be happy. I am a bit afraid of her, though. She does not know this because I’ve never told her, but she says that when people “bug” her she likes to eat them… O.o
I do not want my sister to eat me! I want her to love me and look after me as her little sister and let me look after her like my older sister! I do not want to be eaten by anyone; I am not simply one of Pan’s fairies that can just be eaten at will!
So that is the only thing about my sister that frightens me, everything else makes me so overjoyed, at times I think my heart might explode!
I love my sister more than I love air- hell; I love her more than I love my brain which allows my mind to tell me that I love her more than air!
I am sorry, but I must go now. I fear that if I write anymore I might become so overjoyed that not only my spiritual heart would explode, but my physical heart as well.
I will attempt to keep you posted about our situation and for sure I will post about Kyra and I when we meet.
This is Nola Kennedy signing off.






~Visit from Schwebe~
Monday, October 1st 2007

Hello again.
Today I received an email from Schwebe.
He is having doubts about the whole “angel” thing. He says that metaphorically, we are Guardian Angels for those on earth, but he does not believe that we are spiritual angels at all. He does not think that we fell during our star birth; he does not believe that we have our kingdom waiting for us.
He thinks that I am simply trying to lock myself in a fantasy that I’ve created because our jobs are getting harder as we draw nearer to the end. But I am not, I know that Kyra and I are twins. I believe what my mother told me. Angels are real, and Hell’s Angels will save many people in the years of tribulation.
Just because I am the youngest Hell’s Angel does not mean that what I say is not true. I am only six months and four days younger than Kyra, and I am only two years, two months and 3 days younger than Schwebe. Schwebe may know a lot more than I do, and so might Kyra, but that does not mean that I don’t know anything!
I feel so alone all the time and when he treats me like a child it makes me WANT to retreat into a fantasy! But I know that that is not what I am doing.
I also know that if I truly wanted to, I would.
But there’s something stronger than my body holding me back from failure and surrendering.
Journal, I truly believe I’m in love with him… Schwebe I mean.
He’s the only one who knows what’s really good for me and what I need.
But that does not mean that I’m going to trust him when he tells me I am not an angel and am not a twin to Kyra. Because I AM,
I do not know barely any of God’s plans yet… but I do know that I will soon. And when I find out, I hope that there’s something in it for Schwebe and me.
But if there is not, then I know that God will provide someone even better than Schwebe for me. I cannot imagine being this alone for the rest of my time here on Earth.
I pray that Kyra will find someone as well, because she is very lonely and sad all the time. I think she really needs someone there for her constantly, though she says she loves being alone; I cannot remember the last time she was not depressed.
I am currently listening to one of my favorite earth songs that is sung by the first celebrity to ever be assigned to me for ministering. Her name is Lindsay Lohan; she is an American celebrity, a redheaded one. She is very beautiful, journal. However, she is one out of the many “starlets” (as this world calls them) that has fallen into the wretched trap of Hollywood and it is my job to get her out of it, safe, clean and sober.
I can tell that it is not going to be very easy, journal. But with the Lord, anything is possible.
I believe this is going to be a tough experience that will test just how strong my belief in that sentence is.
And I know that I will come out of it stronger than ever shouting to the streets of New York “Praise the Lord!”
I cannot wait to see this woman standing in front of me.
She is currently at a “Rehab” center in Utah, however. So it may be a little while before our first meeting.
And me being an Angel and not a celebrity makes it sort of hard to arrange a meeting…
I mean, I am known by the Lord, but I am not known by the world; to the world I am simply another young girl “obsessed” in a celebrity.
I do not mind being called this, however, because it is a rather good disguise (or excuse) to “hide my wings” (as my mother calls it.)
She says that God does not want us to tell any mortals that we are angels because they would come and stalk us with cameras and reporters and we would never be able to do our jobs! That would not be a good situation, so I am keeping my mouth shut about my wings growing in and about my mission. My job (other than to minister to Lindsay Lohan) is to make the ministry subtle so that she does not know she is being ministered to.
My plan is this; I will attempt to build a trust and a bond between us so that she will want to be around me, and then when she sees how I do not drink, smoke, take drugs, party, or any of the other things she does so often and once she sees how truly happy I am, she will ask me about it. (All mortals ask you why you are so happy because they do not know your secrets.)
Then I will tell her in a way that will come to me. At that point I will be letter Jesus put the words in my mouth to tell her… that is what we were told to do when we first got our assignments.
Then after Lindsay Lohan, I get a break for a few months as the Lord finds a new celebrity for me and then I will start focusing on them; yet I will still keep my relationship with Lohan stable as to keep her faith flowing smoothly.
During my break, however, I will be able to live with Schwebe and Kyra even if they have not yet finished their assignments yet.
God has made this mission so much easier for us by creating a schedule that fits our wants and our needs. He is perfect and a VERY generous Lord.
I love him very much.
Well, I need to go see if there are any updates on Kyra’s blog so I will attempt to keep you updated frequently.
This is Nola Kennedy signing off.