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He has been given the power to change it, and he has been given the freedom of the choice. Gabriel is gone, his grace shattered and spread, given back to the ether from whence it came, and Castiel is as alone as he’s been all along.īut he can change that.
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Whatever the reason, his brother still lays there, wings of dust and ash still spread beneath him. Or maybe it’s just the sense of wrongness, of death and agony, that lingers still, even so long after, keeping humans away without them ever realizing why. The latent power of the gods, perhaps, which permeates the air around him and infuses every inch of the building. It’s been almost two years, but the body his brother wore, the body he created and used as his own, has not deteriorated, has not moved, and Castiel can only assume that something keeps people from this place, keeps them from desecrating this last remainder of the only archangel he ever truly knew. A sight he has refused to see, refused to even imagine, since the first moment Sam told him what had happened that night. Perhaps that’s why he finds himself standing over his fallen brother, pain churning in his grace at the sight. He’s tired, and heartsick, and desperate, and perhaps that’s why he goes to the abandoned corpse of the hotel the Winchesters told him about. Castiel’s brothers and sisters continue to be unwilling to listen to reason and logic, and Castiel himself is tired. The civil war in Heaven has ended, but the long road to putting his home back together is just beginning. It's been almost two years since the world as humanity knows it was saved, and this, here, now, is the first time Castiel has allowed himself to think of the untold story of Gabriel and himself. It is the story of an archangel who unwillingly commanded a garrison, and the soldier who, by chance or by fate, befriended him. It is a secret that no one knows, save perhaps the Father Himself. It is a song, a poem, an ode, a tragic play on a stage that has always been as ever-changing as the tide. It is the past that shaped Castiel into the soldier, the friend, the angel that he is now. It is a tale of brotherhood and battles, of friendship and faith, of rebellion and remembrance. This book is a tribute not only to Africa’s indigenous peoples, but also to the majestic creatures that have lived together with them since time immemorial and that are now threatened with extinction more than ever before.There is a story, a history, that Castiel has never told. In conjunction with a gripping essay and relevant quotations, the photographs give a fascinating account of Christo’s and Wilkinson’s experiences, encounters, and their belief in the beauty and significance of that ancient continent.
#OUR DESTINIES ENTWINED SERIES#
The three photographers have captured the endangered soul of Africa, threatened by humans and climate change, in a series of striking duotone images. Lords of the Earth takes its readers on a journey to the world’s oldest continent, the birthplace of Homo sapiens. On their visits to far-flung places such as New Guinea, Tibet, Africa, the Amazon River, and the vast expanse of the Arctic, they have witnessed many instances of the spiritual connection between humans and nature. For more than 40 years, Cyril Christo – son of the artist duo Christo and Jeanne-Claude – his wife Marie, and his son Lysander have been traveling among the last indigenous peoples of our time and documenting their relationship with nature.