It started out with small things. Maybe you would reach for a glass of water and it would leap into your hand, or maybe you found that you were healing faster than you should. Then you began having dreams about a great city full of bizarly dressed people. Maybe you went to a therapist, or even a witch doctor, but no mater what you did you could not figure out what was going on. Then, one day you go on a trip to some town in the middle of nowhere. This place makes you feel good, It feels right. You are far stronger than ever before and while in this place you find yourself able to control certain aspects of different things. One day while in this town you are compelled to stop at a certain building with a few dozen cars outside. As you walk through the front door you begin to glow, you can feel all these peoples thoughts, their prayers, directed at you. There is a mark on the far wall that you recognize from your dreams. After that you probably ran, the first time hearing prayers is always a shock. A couple days later you met your angel.

Your angel knocked on your door at 4:42pm. They were dressed in a suit and were neither man nor woman. They began to explain to you how they were your personal angel created by the prayers of your followers and that they were here to help you in the eternity to come. They tell you about the Great City often called Olympus or Heaven where almost all the gods keep residence and do their shopping. They tell you that you have power over one aspect of humanity and one aspect of nature. They tell you that your followers grant you power through faith but that if you revealed yourself directly to more than a couple you would explode from the sudden influx of power. The angel also mentions that there is a war going on among the big players and that you should stay away from the bible belt in America as well as North Africa. The angel having little power left would recommend that you be at Stonehenge or Atlantis on Halloween by midnight. Then he was gone.

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It was 11:50 PM, London, England. James Dunnley Morgan refused to believe he was a deity. He DID believe that he was in an authentic supernatural experience. He refused to be worshiped, but he did believe in a sort of Catholic-like system of veneration. He personally advised people to pray to Jesus, and pray to Jesus and God the Father for James to do things, since he was still a devout Christian himself. He thought perhaps the Catholics were closer to the truth than he would like to believe in veneration than Saints. However, James loved and relished the thought of having power more like the angels, and considered that this was God's plan for him, to have the power make people relish in their good works and focus on God's power through him. James was exceptionally powerful, no Christian that he ever heard of had the power to supernaturally command storms and lightning. Moses may have transformed a serpent from his staff to swallow the other two serpents, and miracles that seemed to be a man performing magic were throughout the Bible, but the most important things to James was that the power came from God.

James thought of these things. Being a light bulb or electric generator for God didn't seem that bad, though. To James the situation was not as complicated as it would be for others of his religion. There is only one God to James, will always be. Will there be other deities or something like that? Well, these other gods aren't what Yahweh considers as gods and he's omniscient. He says besides him there is no other. It doesn't mean that there might not be freaks of the night like vampires or werewolves are around, so why not these so called gods? James respected the supernatural, but even if there were such a thing as a spirituality and the soul outside of Christianity's religion didn't mean that they proved anything against it. The idea that he should stay away from the Bible belt was exceedingly strange to him, but James didn't feel like antagonizing anyone.

James might have new and great power but it didn't mean he could vanquish the Devil with his own strength. He saw to it that his devotees, or maybe a better word for them were "students", stayed within the country of the United States. Inside the state of Kansas, James cringed at the thought of being a superhero coming from the state of Kansas, and having worshipers, which made him cringe even more. He looked around the place, "So, I've been in London for barely forty five minutes. This isn't that bad of a place that I thought it would be. Sure I haven't heard much wrong with it, just that the streets were kind of dirty, and the houses were smaller".
The supernatural being walked towards the Stone Henge. . . Eventually he made it to Stone Henge, and he looked around the monument. This is interesting. New Agers and odd magicians, Priests of other religions wandered, congregated and did their rituals there.

He wasn't happy at seeing their rituals being done there but he had more cohesion towards their thoughts, though not necessarily there opinions. It was impossible to ignore the supernatural these days, but he would not ignore his own religion in which he found so enrapturing.