And again I am descending gently, softly Down through the dark clouds of the night Again the clouds are laden with moisture Again I feel very safe in their arms And I am finally placed upon the ground And why I am at the same seaside village that I had visited last time! The one that had flooded out all of the people Who had failed to respond to the sound of the angels’ trumpets And I wonder why I am here again What more could there possibly be to see? And I am on the street between the village and the ocean shore And I notice the street lamps are lit The structures are standing Looking at the town from where I stand There is no evidence of its devastating and fatal flood And I decide to walk up the street and into the town And I do so And I am walking up Main Street And the silent shops seem to be looking at me They seem to be aware of my presence And I walk And I hear the sound of my footsteps against the street For the town is quiet indeed And again I feel eyes upon me I turn around quickly And for an instant I feel a presence But then it is gone And the hair on the back of my neck stands on end And I start walking more slowly now Taking my time Sensing the air around me And yes, the air is not empty Though their bodies may have been washed into the sea The people are still walking the town They are lost and know not what to do Many of them have repressed the memory Of what had happened to them The memory of the flooding And yet they know something is wrong Something is not quite right They are lost and helpless and yes, they are nervous They know not where to go They know not whom to seek for help They are as shades drifting aimlessly and listlessly Through the streets of the town Wondering why no one is helping them They see me They see that I am alive And that I am walking down their street with my physical body! They know full well that they no longer have physical bodies They know full well that they are mere shades of themselves And they weep and are confused And know not where nor whom to turn to And they watch me They watch me They watch me And I stop in the middle of the street Right in the center of the length and the width of their Main Street And I turn around in place a full 360 degrees As though I am giving them all a chance to look at and see me And I breathe and I pray
Dear God in Heaven What am I supposed to do
And God replies
Do what you must to bring these children home to me
And I sit down right in place I sit in the meditative position But I am not meditating I am listening, I am waiting, I am still And yes, slowly, slowly, slowly Shadows emerge from the walls of the shop Individual shadows and shapes become distinct And they slowly and hesitatingly walk toward me They do not come all the way up to me They remain a respectful 3 feet away They do not encroach upon my space And I breathe and I pray
Dear God in Heaven What am I supposed to say to these people
And God replies
Tell them that I love them Tell them that I have forgiven them all, all! Tell them that I will welcome them home with open arms
And so I say to the shades around me I say
My Heavenly Father and yours Has sent me to tell you That he loves you He wants you to know That he has forgiven each and every one of you For each and every one of your sins and transgressions There is nothing you have done That he has not already forgiven you There is nothing you have failed to do That he has not already forgiven you God our loving Father Is waiting for you to come home to him He is eager for you to come home to him He has his heart and his arms open wide to receive you To receive you into his embrace And yes to receive you into his home The home he has created just for you He wishes you to know that you need not remain here He wishes you to know that you are forgiven for not hearing For not responding to the sound of the angels’ trumpets He understands that some of you may think You have not heard their sound And that to understand is to forgive
You are free to go home You will be welcome You will not be condemned You will be welcome and graciously and warmly received You are free You are free You are free to return home
And now I am silent and I am still Still seated in the middle center of their Main Street And now I am surrounded by shades All 360 degrees around me, there are shades And yes they have been listening to me And yes they have heard me And I remain quiet and I remain still And I wait And I wait And I wait And finally a shade steps forward and says to me
Miss, how do we return home to our Heavenly Father
And I reply
That is easy You pray You pray You pray That is how you return home
And some of the shades turn away from my answer They turn away and leave And some of the shades get on their knees and start to pray Some pray the Our Father Others pray the prayers of their respective religions They pray They pray They pray Silently they pray Out loud they pray In tears they pray Sobbing from the heart they pray And others of the shades remain standing in place Neither leaving nor kneeling Neither turning away nor praying I do not know what these shades are thinking or feeling I could sense the feeling of futility of the shades who had turned away And I can sense the heartbreaking sincerity of the shades who are praying But I cannot sense what the shades who remain standing, undecided, are feeling They are waiting for proof They will not be made fools of No! And so they stand and they watch those on their knees And they wait And yes slowly but surely One at a time A shade on his knees evaporates from our sight We do not see him ascend We do not see him descend We do not see where he goes He simply and quietly, in mid-prayer, disappears And now a few shades who are standing Get down on their knees and pray And now a few shades who are standing Turn around and walk away For they do not want to be annihilated They do not want to disappear And this process continues As more shades on their knees disappear from our view More shades standing get on their knees to pray And more shades standing turn around and walk away For they are frightened They do not know where the shades who have disappeared have gone to And they do not know enough to ask God this question And so they turn around and walk away To melt back into the shadows of the dark night And this process continues 1. More shades on their knees praying
Disappearing from view
2. More shades who are standing
Dropping to their knees
And praying the prayers of their childhood 3. More shades who are standing Turning around and walking away Walking away to melt back into the shadows of the night Until finally there are no shades left standing Until finally there are no shades left kneeling Until finally the only shades that remain Have disappeared from my sight I no longer even feel their eyes on me The street has an eerie feel to it, but that is all And now I know my work is done But I pray to my Father first to verify Abba, I say, Abba there are no more shades before me Is there anything more you wish for me to do here And my Father replies
Thank you my daughter Your work is complete You have done well and have brought many souls home Come home now