They Knew to Leave Some Things Alone

But only a kid could be roped in to tell this tale. Older shamans wouldn’t touch it. They had taken too many random walks — they knew to leave some things alone.
Kids have few complications in their lives; they can go on patrol in Vietnam, unaware of what lies in the jungle; and maybe my father and the village shaman knew that. I was, after all, not really given any test to pass — had only been assessed for a gift. I certainly was not given any training to prepare me for tests of angels I had not yet met. What were they thinking?
If I knew that one day I might be tested by an angel, I may have passed — a thesis left untested, like a Doberman behind a gate. I may have passed…
The testing done, as I observed on Charls L. Window was not the usual kind. I would have changed his name like his parents did. I would have tried to keep him out of the picture, but he persisted on his own. Sometimes I look back on the Book of Jobs for consolation in this matter. I keep the faith.
I observed the narrator. Someone would have to write it down if they all got killed. I was starting to think that the village shaman sent me here for reasons related to the possibility that the story wouldn’t be told — the Akashic Records skipping a scene. This scene was important.
I was tempted to jump in at times, even influenced the atmosphere a smidgeon, but I have left the things that happened happen. There are things better left alone. Don’t ever try to beat the Devil at his own game.