Alter
being upside down for an unknown amount of time, clinging to the most beautiful
woman I have ever seen, I suddenly realize I’m on the ground with my head in
her lap. In a daze, I look up at stunning, crystal blue eyes.
“Where
are we?” I said, feeling perfect peace.
I
should have been unnerved by this strange experience, but I wasn’t. Perhaps it
was her touch that calmed me, as she moved my hair off my brow with her soft
delicate fingers.
“You’re
in the Land of Justice,” she replied, while smiling down at me. “It is one of
many holding arenas for the Lake of fire.”
When
I sat up, I saw that we were surrounded by mounds of bluebells, daffodils,
purple iris and lush green grass that smelled freshly cut. A running brook
lowed softly alongside us.
“Where
does the stream lead,” I asked, as her radiant blue eyes bore deep into my soul.
Waiting for her reply, I walked over to the water, where I bent down, cupped
the refreshing liquid in my hands and drank deeply.
“It
goes two ways. One direction leads to the River of Life the other to the Lake of
fire,” she answered, and then she questioned me. “Why have you never married,
Mr. Barlett, you are almost twenty nine years old?”
“I just
never met the right girl. Why do you ask?”
“I
think most women would find you very attractive,” she said. “Nonetheless, blond
hair and blue eyes aren’t always enough to capture a wise woman’s heart.”
“Truly,”
I answered, feeling strange effects from the water.
“Your
eyes are sparkling, “Windoline said. “I can see my image in them. The water is
beginning to churn inside you.”
Amazed,
I replied, “I can see me in your eyes.”
I
had many more questions, but before I could ask, the most awesome thing came
into view—to the left of her stood a huge weeping willow tree. “Why is that
tree dripping water from its leaves? It’s not raining.”
“The tree weeps for mankind.” She
smiled sadly, and sighed as her eyes bore deep into mine. “Humans do what is
right in their own eyes using themselves as the standard. They create their own
rules, all the while ignoring the whispers of their soul. God weeps for us,
because he knows that the consequence of poor choices will destroy our body—and
if we don’t repent then our soul is lost as well—those consequences we blame on
Him rather than loving Him freely and choosing to do what is right.”
I
listened intently as I watched her come to her feet with grace and an
enchanting demeanor. I wanted to enfold her in my arms and kiss her lovely
mouth, but instead I asked, “Why have you brought me here and who are you, really?”
“I
am the angel of Good and Evil──the same as white and black.”
“What
does that mean?” I said, wondering if I was dead.
“No,
you’re not dead.” She smiled the most beautiful smile I had ever seen. “I’m not
at liberty to say just now why you are here, only that the Wind has chosen
you.”
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