Modern ResurrectionA Story by MarieCo214For some reason, I could feel the beginning of a turn
in my life would take place. All the ministers, archbishops, and pastors of our
region were gathered in our church. Their reason was that they felt something
would happen in the next three to four weeks in this church. I did not feel
effected by this, but I felt that something would happen each Sunday that they
were here. Today…I saw myself. Through my eyes and mine alone, I
saw another of myself, expressionless firm. I was standing by the altar,
staring at the new pastor. This pastor is inexperienced and was missing two
essential traits. He needed to connect to the people and he needed to know that
he is god’s messenger, he chose to accept. Upon the next Sunday, I saw myself again and this
time, she was crying. From her blood red eyes, red eyes that resembled a
demon’s eyes, tears fell like gentle rain; her read tinted skin, so white and
with an ominous red tough, is now lighter with streaks of a true human flesh
color; and her shoulder length dark brown hair has a frightening red sheen that
resembles the light of a devil god, though calls and cries to our Lord God. I
think and act and was born a demon, though I believe and trust in the existence
of God. For the first time, I see myself cry as a human. I know it was during
the mass, but I couldn’t help it this time. Standing up and making my way out,
I walked over to myself. She stared at me with sadness and a strange foreign
hope in her tears, while I stared back at her without much of anything in my
heart; I felt nothing in particular for my surroundings or myself. Before I
could stop myself, I said instinctively, “I shall take on death…and defeat it.
Peace be with you. Peace I shall leave with you, my peace I give to you. Not as
the world gives do I give it to you…” The next week, I slept and left my own body. Beside me
was the demon from before, floating along side me and beneath us was the
physical appearance of myself as a mortal. Her skin lost all color, her chest
didn’t rise, her lips were blue, blood streamed down her face like tears as it
came from her closed eyes and closed mouth, and body was limp and…dead.
Everyone around her screamed, “She’s dead! She’s dead!!” They scrambled and
panicked without hesitation or reservation. The ambulance was called and
arrived shortly after with the media close behind. When they went to carry my
body away, the pastor quickly told them, “Don’t take her away! For a time, let
her lay here on the altar!!” No one understood his absurd request, but accepted
it. Those carrying my body made their way to the altar and set me down. A
translucent cloth was place over my body. It was left there for three Sundays
and yet, it didn’t decay… For those three weeks, I entered worlds I’d never
known. The first world was a pure yet hollow darkness that stretched in all
directions. There was a thick rolling mist upon the ground, going in every
direction; I could barely see my feet because of the mist. When I walked
around, I saw things like visions of the sick, the suffering, the disabled, the
helpless, and the hurt. Every so often, a bright light would fly by, either
flying up into the mysterious darkness above or dive into the ground beyond my
feet. Sometimes, the bright light would drift among the rolling mist or float
endlessly around the darkness. Curious, sometimes I would look at the bright
lights. As they flew by, drifted, or floated, I would see visions of a person’s
life flash at the center of the light. It was only a week that I spent in the
darkness, but it felt like a century had literally gone by. The way I left that world of the darkness was when I
dived into the mist as well, following a peculiar bright light. I had landed in
another world, a world of shadows and decay, which reminded me of an utterly
miserable wasteland. Everywhere I looked, everything was dead: the trees, the
soil, and even the skies. As I wondered around, I found people, suffering and
weary, and towns, cities that had been deserted. It reminded me of a dream, not
a nightmare, because everything seemed grey, gloomy, sad, and yet nothing
caused fear or depression inside me. Just wandering in this cold and barren
wasteland, I felt my heart weaken and grow heavy and had visions of sickness,
suffering, and depression cloud my thoughts. The bright lights that had entered
this depressing world drifted about, but their light had faded since I last saw
them. Everything seemed so fragile that it occurred to me that if I touched
anything, what I’d touched would either shatter or shrivel up and die. I only
spent a week in this world as well, but it also felt like a century had gone
by, just like the last world. To leave that world, I walked and walked until I came
to a desert. Unlike this grey world, though it may have looked just as
deserted, the desert and the skies above it appeared or felt alive. Without
food, drink, or rest, I crossed that barren desert. I wasn’t determined, but
then I wasn’t encouraged either. There was a need for me to cross this humid
desert, though what exactly the reason was escaped me. All temptations or
hallucinations of water, food, people, or even shade were ignored. Not even the
scorpions or the lizards of the sands stopped me or caught my attention for
long. The pain I felt and the hardship of this experience wouldn’t stop me.
It’s strange that I crossed that desert, even if I wasn’t determined nor
motivated to. By the time I reached the end of that desert, I had
realized that my demonic appearance had disappeared and my worries were left
behind. The demon I saw before was only a reflection of what I truly am and the
appearance I took then, at the end of that desert, reflected my new peace of mind. At the end of that desert was a majestic world of
peace and tranquility. There were vast golden meadows, untainted flowing
streams, rolling hills, blue skies, fields of vibrant colored flowers,
enchanting forests, and endless roads which didn’t lead to cities or any
particular destination. I could see some lights drifting leisurely along and
some great numbers of bright lights gliding along with the wind to a certain
location together. I wanted to call it paradise, but paradise is a tainted term
used by man. This world was so much better, but then this world also appeared
that a century of time had gone by, even though it was merely four days. On the fourth day, a feeling told me to walk down a
specific path, so I did. There was a fork in the road and the left was the path
that no one used. I followed the left path, walking forward without looking
back or stopping to look around. As I walked along the winding road, visions of
happiness and love flashed in my mind. For the first time in my life, I could feel
a little warmth inside, a smile in my heart. Was this feeling the undying joy
everyone talks about, the pure happiness in their hearts? To my surprise, this path did have an end. Once I
reached that end, there was nothing. It just stopped. There was no temple, no
gathering, nothing. Though there was nothing in particular, there was something
that it probably was supposed to stop a few feet before reaching, a cliff. The
sight of the cliff wasn’t terrifying for me, but looking off it, I saw darkness
and mist cling to the dirt walls descending downwards leading into the abyss.
It was the darkness that terrified me, though something in my mind kept echoing
into my thoughts, “Jump.” For a while I sat on the edge, contemplating this
sudden fear of the darkness that once brought me comfort and a feeling of
safety. Not once before that instant of fear was I ever afraid, until I
realized then, “It’s not that I’m afraid of the darkness, it’s that I’m afraid
of falling out of God’s reach.” When the thought sank in, I was able to
overcome the instant of fear. So with that, I stood up and allowed myself to
fall… When I next opened my eyes, I was back in my body,
back to earth in my mortal body on the altar in the church. The cloth was over
my head and I could hear people praying. Suddenly, someone screamed above the
others, “She’s alive! She has risen from the dead!” They made it sound like I was a modern day Jesus, but
I’m not. I’m a demon born into a mortal girl’s body. Slowly, I sat up and
looked out at the many faces which stared firmly at me. When I looked at myself, something was appearing on my
left hand and was spreading up my arm. I could feel it spread to the left side
of my face, my left leg, my entire left side. It kept going until it felt as if
the entire left side of my body had been covered by whatever it was that had
started on my left hand. My hair had become the color of blood, my skin became
such a ghostly white yet tinted with traces of red, and meaningless tears
swelled into my eyes. Whatever was happening to me made no sense at all. Angels…there are angels all over, inside this
church…and they’re singing…I was able to see countless little kids of the
church gape in awe and adults tremble from fear and shock, while the many
angels sung a wondrous song of welcome. They were gazing at me with peaceful
and gentle smiles. Was this unique and lovely song for me? What did this song
mean? Out of nowhere, their overwhelming and joyous welcomes
were interrupted or…conveyed into action. The priest had stood up and raised
his hands to the great number of angels, then in welcome to me. In a firm,
confident, and blissful tone, he cried to everyone there, “This is a modern
resurrection! God has purified this reincarnated demon girl!!” © 2010 MarieCo214 |
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