“How
do I get to the abyss?” I asked feeling anxious, but as I looked into her heavenly
blue eyes, I saw myself kneeling in prayer and peace again flooded my soul.
“It
will be a difficult passage, but once you have conquered the trial, the journey
home will be effortless.” She pointed towards the water. “You cross the brook there
and go east. Follow it to the end where you will see a waterfall. Walk into the
waterfall and you’ll find an opening that leads to a very long, narrow stairway.
There are six hundred and sixty-six steps. That is all I can tell you, except
that you will recognize what you are looking for once you get there.” She smiled
and put her hand on my cheek, “I’m sorry; I can say no more about the way.”
“Will
I see you again Windoline?”
“Possibly
in your dreams, but for now I can only assure you that you will be fine. Remember
to call on the Son of Man by the name of Jesus if you have more difficulty than
you think you can bear. I will give what direction I am allowed from here.”
I
waved goodbye and splashed through the brook feeling its refreshing spray upon
my hands. I was very sorry to know that I would never see Windoline again. Soon
however, thoughts of the Son of Man, my Lord Jesus Christ, came to mind and I
was comforted.
I
could see the beautiful waterfall up ahead. Yet, what should have been the
harmonious sound of water crashing into the rocks was instead a disquieting
drone. Apprehension and menacing feelings began to surround me as I approached,
and I heard voices telling me not to come closer. I forced myself to think of
The Son of Man and Windoline. The moment I took my thoughts off of them, the
voices became louder.
“Don’t
come closer, don’t come any closer, you will regret it.” Chilling whispers
raised the hair on the back of my neck.
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ReplyDeleteI love this story, Priscilla, and look forward to reading what happens at the waterfall.
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