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Intended Guest

I see you sitting in the back corner of a large auditorium.  There is a crowd all around you and the ceremony going on is full of pomp and riches.  You look like you feel out of place and are trying your best to disappear in the corner.

The host appears on the stage and calls for people to come up and receive a gift.  You stay seated.  The host again calls out to the crowd and tells them that he has invited everyone and wants everyone to come forward and receive their gifts.  You see people coming back from the stage and they are carrying very interesting and unique gifts.    Nobody is unhappy with anything they have received and yet you are afraid of going forward.

Then an usher is called to the stage and the host whispers in his ear.   The messenger then makes a bee line for you and appears directly in front of you.  He touches your shoulder and says “My master has instructed me to ensure you are aware of his invitation to come forward.”  You reply that you had actually snuck in because you knew you weren’t invited.  You further explain to the usher that since you weren’t supposed to even be there, that you knew he didn’t mean for you to come forward.  You tell the usher that you don’t want to be kicked out and don’t want any trouble so you are happy to just sit where you are and at least be inside the room.

The usher leaves.

Then you see commotion on the stage.  Everyone on stage packs up their things in arm loads, and the step off the front of the stage, following the host as he makes his way through the crowd.  He stops right in front of you and with motion of his arm, indicates to the rest of the people from the stage that they are to set up right there.  The musicians start to play and the host calls his usher over who hands him an envelope.  He opens it looks at it a moment and hands it to you.

It is your invitation and it has a date stamped on it from 2 months ago.  With you jaw dropped, he calls for the usher to bring something else and while the musicians play, a treasure chest is placed in front of you.  The host opens the chest and you see a gold-plated typewriter.   On the front of it is the word “ROYAL”.

Removing it you ask why he gave it to you and the host responds… “I want to read the rest of your story now that you understand you really do belong here.”

Open Door Decision

I saw you being deceived.

You are walking down a very long hallway that has a simple plain wooden door at the end of it. As you walk toward the door, a second door appears beside the first one, on the left. Both doors appear to be the same. You are puzzled by the appearance of the second door and begin to look discouraged because you will have to make a choice of which door to choose once you reach them.

But you continue to walk down the hall toward them. Suddenly, a new door appears just to your right. This one is brightly coloured and has a beautiful brass handle. You stop for a moment and look at it but continue to walk past it.

Then two more doors appear on your left, both of which make the first one pale in comparison as they are even more beautifully coloured and have even more elaborate handles. But these you also pass by, after just a short moment of pause to examine them.

Your mind is still focused on the two doors at the end of the hall and I see you praying as you walk, asking God to help you understand which door to choose.

Then scales fall off your eyes and you see strange looking ghost like people rushing around worriedly cutting holes and hanging doors in the sides of the hallway. Each door they put in was plain and ugly but once it was in, more ghostly figures would appear and start painting it with exciting colours and some of them would glue rhinestone on the doors. The handles too were just old rusty things that some figure would paint with gold paint to make it shiny.

Then the rest of the hallway was filled up with so many doors that there were no spaces of clear wall left and the closer the doors got to the end of the hall, the more beautiful they became.

You stopped as you heard a voice asking you “Do you understand now?” and in a nod you said yes. Then you began running past all the doors and hurried to open the very first plain door that you saw originally. As soon as you turned the knob, every other door in the hallway disappeared and you were immediately taken to a new place, a palace made of gold, jewels and marble everywhere.

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A Dangerous Trance

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In the distance I saw a black locomotive train with a dull headlight running at top speed rushing toward you. It made no sound though, but as it approached, the music got a bit louder. The changing temperature from the breeze against your skin started to irritate you and your eyebrows furled to show that you were becoming more intense about concentrating on trying to relax.

Then the music – which used to be soft and quiet, was becoming grating. As each tone became more clear, it also became sharper to the ear and the breezes seemed to react to the noise so that your skin felt like sandpaper was rubbing you all over.

There was another flash of the locomotive, so close now that the whole dream space seemed to rumble.

Suddenly there was a huge rip in the background colour and atmosphere with angels pulling at each side of the rip to open it up. While they continued pulling and holding back the tear, several more angels rushed into the dream space and grabbed you by both arms yanking you out of the way of the speeding train.

You react with disgust and anger at the angels for interrupting what you had been working so hard at doing. Then one of the angels reaches out and pulls what appear to be earbud headphones out of your ears.

Instantly the scene is completely shaken by the deep rumbling sound of a very heavy locomotive, and it’s whistle makes several loud blasts. Then another much larger angel closes up the rip by gathering in the sides of the dream scape they pulled you out of, and like throwing a bag of garbage, he hurls it over a cliff into a deep chasm.

As soon as you recognize that you were just rescued, the entire scene changes and it’s like you just woke up from a daydream, and you find yourself on a side walk in a busy city.

 

Lost in a Wilderness

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Lonely mountains growing in a rocky wilderness rise up on all sides of a sullen orphan boy as he wanders aimlessly on a path through the dreariness. Everywhere he looks there are signs he has seen before and come to acknowledge as confirmations that he will always be lost.

But as the picture moves back and a larger view is shown, there is a harlequin using marionette paddles and strings to lift rocks and barriers into place all around this child. Behind the harlequin is a room full of brilliant gold items and stunning gemstones… but they are all hidden by the mountains and rocks the harlequin is moving around.

As the boy moves toward a brighter spot in the wilderness, the sinister puppeteer realizes the sheen from the gold and gems are illuminating part of the boy’s path so he takes one hand and spreads out his trench coat to cover the treasure’s light and stop it from shining on the despairing child’s false world.

Then a Hawk appears in the sky and begins circling the boy over the rocky scene. The harlequin shows frustration at its presence but is too busy working the marionette sticks to engage the hawk… although he tries with futility by waving the corners of his elbows in its direction. The hawk starts to swoop down around the boy who confuses this ally to be yet another dart in the barrage of discouragement, but the hawk is only after drawing the child’s attention. It lands on a large boulder directly in front of the boy and stares intently at him. Then when the child has lifted his gaze to question the strange countenance of the bird, the hawk suddenly grows 3 sizes and, digging its talons into the stone like it was paper mache, it takes off carrying the stone with it.

The harlequin is furious as the stone has left a gaping hole in the discouraging scene he has worked so hard to create but the boy is riveted at the treasure he sees through the new portal.

As he looks, the harlequin quickly pulls several strings and a bush, thick and thorny grows up before his eyes and covers the hole’s access entirely.

The hawk swoops down again to gain the boy’s attention and once it has his attention, the bird dive bombs another rock sending it hurling; again the rock resembles something ridiculously light, but it also exposes another hole. Before the hawk flies off this time, it grabs a bush some distance away from the stone it just smashed and now the boy is astonished seeing two holes in the firmament.

While the child begins running toward one of the holes, the harlequin – now furious – throws one of the marionette controls at the bird but this only results in 5 more holes showing up before the child and the boy slows his running down to peer into the new portals. He realizes quickly that all holes a showing him different angles of the same picture and for the first time he looks up and sees the deceptive puppeteer. With a questioning glance at the hawk the boy receives unspoken encouragement from the bird’s eyes and the child begins yelling accusations of protests at the harlequin who shrieks, turns and begins running. As he flees, the strings of all his scenery now reveal that they are attached to various parts of his body. With the flight of the deceptor goes all traces of the false wilderness the boy once found himself in. The child rushes in to the midst of all the jewels, gold and innumerable treasures making a dash for the one item that captures his heart: a gold and sapphire set of curved stairs leading to the highest point in the radiant scene. Running to the top, he stands boldly and holds out his hand toward the hawk… with the biggest smile spread wide upon the face of the child who once had no hope.

Flying away, the hawk finally calls back, speaking for the first time “Do not look to me, but to Him from whom I was sent.