Leap Into the Fire

Leap Into the Fire

The flames roared.  Hands pushing her from behind.  Whispers, "Leaf into the fire."  Scared more than Satan's sin, now.  Much more.  Terror more than just any fear.  She could feel the heat.  Hands pushing harder.  She pushing back.  Legs locked into the ground.  A God save me moment, "God, save me!"  Singeing of her eyebrows by a leaping flame.  Burning flesh to come.  Oh, she is in her bed.  Calm before the storm.  Sipping water from her nearby night stand.  What a relief.  Spilled water.  No, wetness.  Her eyes saw down the road.  People of the church to continue the dream.  Pitchforks, torches of fire, and yelling and screaming of a mob.  Lynch her.  Where is the tar?  "Leap into the fire."  Where to run?  Where to hide?  Chains around her feet.  Doors of the house will surely not hold.  Torches to the roof.  Burning of walls.  No, escape.  "God, save me!"  The ceiling engulfed in fiery red and yellow blaze.  She becoming one with the floor.  Down it comes.  Hair first to burn.  Then, clothes and skin.  To awake from such a dream with a question, "Was it real?"  Are dreams real.  Does the Aura Gate open to Above Cognitive to God.

Do dreams have meaning.  A question not, for surely they don't.  Yet, she thought, and what they meant.  All these horrifying dreams.  No, she will not leap in the fire.  He came to mind.  All the history books he read.  A story he wrote.  Gas coming from the showers.  Where the ovens trying to cleanse the evil done.  The inferno inside burning flesh; not the souls of the death.  Was there a message in her dreams and thoughts?  How does God allow evil to exist?  How does one appreciate life and living without there being evil; death?  How does one stand up to pitchforks, torches, and walls of fire.  How does one leap into the fire?  She sought answers.  No one spoke.  How does one find strength, will power, and fortitude to make it to the gate.  To grab one's hand and enter into the land of unknown.  Land of Spirits.  Above Cognitive.  Tonight, God, no dreams.

A sleep of peace.  Pleasing as could be.  So refreshing.  Turn, feet on the foot.  Morning air so fresh and alive.  "Thanks, God."  A look into the bathroom.  Brightness of rising sun reflecting off the curtain blades.  Burst.  Breathing flames walls and above.  There he stood knee high cuddled on the floor.  Too scared to move.  Her scream echoed the silence of the universe.  'Feelings' she knew not she had.  Gushing from her heart and soul into the abyss of the seed of Satan.  More than love, need, or want.  No time to question.  She knew what she felt, just not its name.  "Devil be damned!"  Diving into the fire.  It was gone.  Still no questions.  Only helping hands to him on the floor.  As she touched his hand, no more was he.  Gone.  "You cannot have his spirit until your heart beats next to his.  Then, you will be the mother, the woman, of your destiny.  Entering Above Cognitive.  Beginning the happiness of your family."

As quiet as a mouse, he entered the room.  Not a word spoken.  Not even stares.  His eyes on his plate.  His mind anywhere but.  She looked into the palms of her hands.  The lines in the left hand formed his face; those of the right formed her.  What did it mean.  Memory of what she felt still there.  But no seen flames.  Only the evil of the Devil in the air.  "Leap into the fire," she heard.  The name she found.  Blessed.  God's love and faith.  Swollen did her heart and soul become with her new found love of Him and him.  Beyond the Aura's Gate into Above Cognitive.  She rose from the chair knowing 'more' to come.  As he saw her near, he dropped his pen.  Would there be more words to his story of Above Cognitive, tonight.