Prologue
The
future enters into us … long
before it happens. ~ Rainier Maria Rilke
The
Last Time I Remember Seeing Him
I’m
standing atop a concrete wall. My tiny bare toes curled over the
edge. Looking across a paved lot. The air was luminescent, glowing
with light. Just like it always is when the light beings visit me.
I’m
wearing a flannel granny gown with a ruffle trim that comes to just
above my ankles. It, too, is glowing. When the light beings visit
every thing glows.
This
is why I call them light beings. Because when they come for me, every
thing reflects light. Even the air.
I’m
in my pajamas because it’s sometime in the middle of the night.
The
light being standing next to me is very tall. As I look to my left, I
can see his knees and his pale light glowing skin. He wears a robe
that comes to just above his knees.
He
is holding my hand to ensure I don’t
fall off the edge of the concrete wall. He is so tall he has to bend
downward toward me because my arms will not reach high enough to hold
his hand otherwise.
This
will be the last time I ‘see’
him.
It’s
a sort of good-bye visit.
He
wants me to remember something.
It
is very important to him that I remember what he is telling me.
He
is pointing across the lot to a white neon-like sign. Bright white.
Radiant.
For
the longest time, this is all I can remember from this visit.
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