The visible invisibles – that is the Sidewalk Syndicate.

To be fair – they existed before there were sidewalks so it is a bit of a misnomer, however, as I am adding to my chronicles in the 19th Century I will choose this moniker to identify them.

They are the foot soldiers in the daily war to keep the world in balance and spinning along it the somewhat wobbly access.

They are the men and women who travel the byways, alleyways, and side streets asking for a little kindness, maybe some spare change and a safe place to sleep.

As time has spooled forward they have found means to communicate with one another and to hide the warriors among their ranks.

They frequently use bulletin boards to communicate with other earthbound angels. The messages to lead to drop offs at bottle collection centers and information sharing at local shelters. Information is shared through the smallest of gestures – the handing over of seemingly empty bottles with notes wrapped around the labels, tattered plastic bags, layered upon one another actually contain changes of clothing, identity and new missions to undertake. Coordinates are frequently tucked into the linings of the shoes.

Then, once at the new location, new instructions would be shared and the agent activated to go out into the world – once again – and work to maintain freedom from fear and protect the gentle people of this planet from the really scary things that lurk on the other site of the veil.

In extraordinary situations the neural networks could be employed from the Central Command Hub. However, the Syndicate prefers to avoid the neural networks because the residue of the messages could sometimes be picked up Demons.

Or Empaths.

An Empath encountering the Syndicate unawares could sometimes pick up stray thoughts, images and odd sentence fragments. The more in tune to the Universe the Empath is – or more sensitive — the more susceptible they would be to the vibrations that are constantly swirling around the ether and that amount of input, the sheer volume, frequently causes empaths to experience migraines or nausea. In extreme cases it can be known to cause a complete mental break.

Detached from the tangible world and swimming in the neural network an Empath would suddenly experience such blinding clarity into the human mind and all the minds around them that they could not process it all.

No one could listen to low frequency and incessant Angel chatter and not go a little mad.

Besides, the fact of the matter is, even the self-proclaimed Christians don’t actually believe that Angels whisper in their ears, let alone scream through their soul. Many think that Demons do the whispering – and they’re not wrong. Seduction always feels better at a lower volume instead of a shout.

Then there are those souls, raw and fragile, who live on the knife edge of anxiety and the input of so much information into their minds could activate them into thinking that they were the ‘Chosen One’ to deliver the True Word of the Lord. They seek the stage or a spotlight or a television studio to share their vision of the Lord to other anxious souls seeking salvation. Some end up running mega churches, or multimedia conglomerates channeling their particular mania into to cold hard cash.

Angels talk – mostly to each other – but lean in and you might hear something to help you get through the coming times of trial.