Whispering Grace

Whispering Grace

A vision. A dream. 01/10/2009; 4:00AM. I was asleep, then awakened at a Catholic Church. At the side entrance of a building painted white. We stood beneath something like a bridge, or an over pass. There was a hand rail of a stairway, and a door painted white. A Hispanic man stood before me, about six feet tall with a medium build, with a Caucasian woman. She stood a fit five eleven, a brunette, from the hair shown beneath her cowl. A young , attractive woman, with distinctive Jewish or Italian features. She had a sort of Middle Eastern look. She was a nun. The Hispanic man was a Priest, both wearing the black and white clothing of the clergy.
He spoke to me saying, “You must see this, we have bound Satan. It’s like the episode of the Twilight zone from the sixties.” I replied with my bold baritone voice, and a touch of cynicism. “Father, no Earthly door could bind Satan. Do you think I’m a fool? How is it that a Priest should lie?” The Priest, sighed and said follow me. So I followed as he and the Nun led me into the building.
As soon as I entered there was a feeling of warmth around me. I felt as if I were suddenly floating behind them. They could not see it, but my body was engulfed in blue fire. I was burning without being burned, but I could not see myself. I could only see my arms a flame, stretched out before me. My heart raced as I followed them. They seemed to run up the stairs toward a door covered in the smell of blood. It was red with Lambs blood, and sealed. It was a door that opened out ward. Suddenly the Priest was pulled by his belly into the center of the door as the Nun screamed and stepped back and away. The arms and legs of the Priest fell limp as he was attached to the door. The door was ripped away, splintering at the edges against the frame. Toward the inside it flew straight forward into the room. The room became an abysmal darkness beyond the door frame. Away, shrank the door, carrying the Priest, shrinking into infinity until it was no longer seen. As the door vanished into the abyss, so went the echo of the crying Priest. With my left hand stretched forward, reaching for the Priest, into the door way, I felt fingers between my fingers. The right hand of Satan grabbed on to me. His left hand took hold to my left wrist.
The blue flame was gone from me as I looked to see a clawed set of red hands grasping me. The skin was red as though coated in blood. It seemed to be blood soaked up past the elbow, as though drawn from the bowels of a fresh kill. A Caucasian man without a shirt was attached to those arms. He was hidden behind the right side of the door frame and stepped forth to surprise me. A man with dark blond hair looked directly into my eyes. With Goats eyes of hazel, he gazed upon me. With a still glare he smiled without showing teeth. It was something of a smirk, with conquering confidence in his firm grasp. With my right hand I touched the left side of his face. He was cold, like a corpse long dead. Pictures of dead bodies flooded my mind. I opened my mouth to speak. I think that I imagined that I would bark forth some bold command, to exorcise this beast. I could not. My mouth opened but my tongue would not move. The voice that came out from me was but a breath, and a whisper. A whisper that began in my heart, moved out from me like cold water. It was a quiet whisper, uttering only four words. Four words that caused Satan to fall, while still grasping my left hand. With his left had he covered his left ear in pain with his mouth open, and his eyes seeing what I could not. Still my right hand was on his head, where now there was no hair. And the whisper was silent. And there was no me, or anything of myself in the whisper. Nothing said was extraordinary, so it seemed to me. But to Satan, the four words had unusual significance and power. “There is only Christ” were the words of the whisper and all that was evil, was gone. I awakened. I imagined the Priest and the Nun, walking among a bed of white flowers in a courtyard, oblivious to the event, or time. I awakened in my home, confounded. I awakened.

Whispering Grace

Dodsonsth

Joined February 2008

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I felt fingers between my fingers. The right hand of Satan grabbed on to me.

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