Ch3- Into the VoidSARA - A Christian Fantasy Novel by Cynthia Handloser
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I had to step outside for a bit and I kneeled to pray... Something else was working within me more then the demons. Something was provoking my memory.... the tall wood seemed to shelter my thoughts.
My
friends, as that were reported to me in time. My modest, gloomy self
became still within a reckless and greater world. Each thought made the
demons lash out of me and shout. I saw flashbacks of my life. I had been
institutionalized when I lost my parents at a young age. I couldn’t
remember how I lost them only that they were never happy to have had a
child with so many problems as me. It had been some time I was in the
hospital until my grandmother had come to claim me. I remembered her
apologizing over and over… They never keep in touch. She hadn’t
known.
Then
I saw a day I had a vision of Christ on the cross and ask my grandmother
to take me to church. I fell at the alter praying for salvation. I
couldn’t understand how I could of imagined such a thing. I knew I had
not imagined these images. They were real of the day that Jesus Christ
saved me and from that day on he lived within my heart. I needed only to
confess my devotion to him. Why had I not done this? Why now am I
remembering this? I needed to
confess…but yet I stood still. My madness was not an excuse. Why? Why?
Why had I forgot? It came back to me, I had
another breakdown when my grandma had got sick and the state said they
were going to take me to a home (that was before I
arrived in Faesyde’). I was suppose to be baptized…I can’t
remember if I made it? I wished for my other Journals, but they did not
appear?
The
preacher’s words came back to me...“Christ
came to save us from death or what Christ calls death. What is it that
Christ calls death? It is a complete void of God.” Just then my trance was broken. I heard Matthew the Mage’s voice beckoning his demons from somewhere within Faesyde’. King Kro Gar had succeeded in banishing him. I wished to know where and knew to the Void beyond the Doors of Sacron.
I heard,
“Bring her to me my liege. Bring her to me now!”
I ran to confess to my friends that the mage was beckoning me! I struggled and
fought with what appeared to be myself to stay at Mira’s and then
Frizzy had a wonderful thought.
My Frog Folk friend said, “Allow them to take you Sara and we will follow. Once we are in his lair, we will destroy Matthew thus breaking the bond the demons have. Mordian will be more then happy to
slay
the
demons as they leave you.”
So
I gave in and my feet began to walk without my direction. I began to
receive flashes of a sermon that had always stood out to me of Jesus
Christ and the cross…
The
multitude listening to Sara’s tale fell deathly silent when Frizzy
mentioned the Savior’s name. This made Frizzy to uneasy to finish the
tale.
Frizzy stuttered “1 Corinthians 15:1 - More..ore over, brethren, I d..eclare unto y..you the gospel which I
p..p..preach unto you, which also ye have rec..c..eived,
and wherein ye..ee..ee stand…”
Frizzy
stopped to stare out into the masses. Disappointment finally made him
drop his eyes. Seconds later, out of the sky, came a brilliant light so
bright the inhabitants could not bear to stand as too look at it. This
light was Michael taking shape to read for Frizzy. Frizzy gave the
journal to the angel’s outstretched hands and slowly stepped aside as
the crowd stood paralyzed by such a blessing being bestowed upon them.
Scalier, however, saw every second of the angel’s formation. She had
been waiting for this moment for so long. The grace within Michael’s
eyes was without any end. This gave Scalier mental flashbacks of her own
of the time when she was in heaven serving God. As Michael began to
read, she pushed those emotions back for this was part of the journal
she had not read herself and wanted to hear more so then to merely read.
The seraph spoke softly, “Sara is very dear to me for I do not know a more sincere soul that called upon me to help them. Her desire to know the truth of her world was found in this one. Few come this way in their search for the Lord. I come now to speak these words to you to emphasis what is written in Sara’s journal about the Holy Bible is true and for all that hears to know what I speak is not in vain. There is a Christ who came to Sara’s Earth and he died for sin. He was then buried and in three of Sara’s days he rose from the dead. He appeared to his apostles,
then to many others. This is
scripture… scripture is truth. This is what some in Sara’s world say is a ‘fairytale’. But this is Faesyde’ and you know it is more then a fairytale! This is what in Sara’s world has been called a lie. I confess Jesus Christ is real and did die for all whom repent for their sins and make a place for Him within. They will have eternal life. Their souls will be alive then remaining forever in the Spiritual with the Creator. To believe this is not to believe in vain. Sara’s journal picks up here with a preacher talking of this some 1000 years later after Christ’s death."
The sermon continues as Michael begins. DAY 231
I
said Christ died for us? What does that mean to die? Is it just physical
death? Do you remember where it is mentioned in the scripture of Jesus
bringing the rulers daughter back to life? Jesus told the group gathered
there that she sleeps. For them she was died, yet Jesus said she sleeps.
Why would he say she sleeps? Do you sense that Jesus has another idea of
death then they did? When physical life is over, to Jesus, we sleep. He
said the same when he woke Lazarus.
There
are two types of death. Death has a more appalling and unspeakable
dimension. The word death is kept for Jesus when he died for the sin of
the world.”
The
farther we strayed from the ruddy little hut recalling the preacher’s words,
the demons began to stir. I felt God’s presence in his words; I felt
the cross of Christ within my heart.”
Michael added, “Some great distance Sara walked in agony recalling how many times Christ had reached out for her. From Hafta to Felidae many of the furious catlike Creatures followed the party because of the odd actions of Sara. Sara’s physical appearance changed in and out from a normal girl to one of demons surfacing under her placid flesh. Watcher hordes taunted the demons also and began to make Sara suffer. Mordian, Skky, Frizzy, Jude and even Mira fought with all their elements to protect her. Mordian grabbed a few and flung them though the Web putting big holes in the sky of Felidae. Jude and Mira caught the air ablaze and had begun to call them out. They were a fright. What were they to do? More holes in the webbing appeared. Frizzy stood guard of Sara as Skky
shifted to a fog and from there on they traveled safely to the
satellites of Sacron upon the dust of fleeing beings. Many times travelers through this gate would be willing to linger for Felidae is the beginning of the Watcher Web that can actual be seen without a Watcher’s touch. The terrain is blue in hue and the air itself is alive. Faces come out of the blue to whisper sweet dreams into you or give you a kindly kiss. The land is cool and the snow has a soft
glistening hue.“ DAY 232
She
continues, I
was slipping away as my friends fought yet onward to Sacron we walked.
The Doors of the Dead and the Haunted lay in the sky on both the Stairs of Joy and
Tears and the Stairs of Pain and Sorrow. The Nameless came to greet us
thinking we were coming for other reasons. Frizzy told him of our need
and he stared unendingly into my being as his guard led us up the
stairs. The pace quickened and upward I was led until we came to one
solitude door that I will never forget. Once upon the last step we flew
within the sky at an amazing rate to an immeasurable height. SkkyBlue
and Jude grabbed us all tight as I felt an uncanny calm that made my
body feel as if it dropped its flesh. Still all my senses became.
I
shut my eyes and walked as I kept hearing a voice reaching out to me.
“This
is the bread that comes down from heaven, if a man eats of this bread he
shall never die... I am the resurrection and the life, if one believes
in me he shall never die... the wages of sin is death... I came to save
the world not to condemn it... Eat of my flesh and drink of my blood and
ye shall never perish but have everlasting life.” The
demons released their hold on me the more the voice spoke and I let
Jesus lead me.
I
ask Frizzy for water and told Mordian to baptize me quickly. I needed
this to be done, to be sure, before we opened the door. Frizzy gave as much as he had
and a shower came down from above. As Mordian spoke and I answered I
felt the Holy Spirit Jesus brought to cleanse my soul.
Before
me was a massive door of no color or substance I knew of. It had no knob
and no hinges. The only likeness to a door, to me, was above my head
were windows. Sacron reflected in a broken, black mirror divided into
two planes.
SkkyBlue
grabbed on tighter to me and to the rest. He had transformed into an odd
liquid that held the others to me. Jude ignited the air with light and
kept me warm for I was fading into nothingness (deep into Nothingness).
Stepping through the doorway, the Void seemed endless in motion yet it
had no depth like a sea. Amongst soft lights all was airy floating in
vapor to me.
Upon
this disorder we stood on firm ground as Matthew tried is hand or should
I say reared his ugly head. Mordian planted his staff deep into the
firmament. Beside him we stood in the stillness as this giant skull like
being stared at us intently. Matthew was dead as was I until I believed
upon Christ. But he had seen the grave and was working the adversary’s
will. Satan had control over him and in this prison of vacuity he
dwelled. Matthew’s head floated toward us with a booming voice.
Strange eyes began to form as he spoke. “You poor girl. Come closer. What have they done to you?
Look what they are doing to us?” “Matthew, it is too late, Christ came to me and the Holy Spirit will cleanse me. Why do you still
persist in this?” I asked with an odd feeling. “I want that carnal part inside you. It will sustain me here. You are becoming spirit now. With it I will
be able to fight against this
prison.”
“You
going to wish it away? You can’t. God damns you. There is no escaping
that. ” “Sara…Sara…Each moment spins about our existence clarifying only one thing, we hold power dear. There isn’t any time here, no death. Wish it away and forget about it. Give it to God and he will only sustain himself. He feasts on our beauty and when he has devoured his fill, he will abandon us as he has the Watchers and ignore us as he does the Creatures. They have no promise of salvation. They
once dwelled with him in heaven. Save
me Sara.” I twist away and turn my head from him. “The Creatures don’t disobey him Matthew, only the Filiotypes and they are cursed only because they are greedy and prey on the other Creatures. The
Watchers left him. He
has not left them.” “Why would they leave if it was so wonderful? No, I am more then I was on earth and I cherish it. Join me here and be free of death.” Matthew hissed and his tongue turned into a split tongue that
forked and wrapped
about us to spin us fiercely.
I
shouted with an endless breath, “You are mad!”
“And
you are not?” Matthew hissed. “You think you can play God! That is your downfall Matthew. We are not the ones who are in control. You can’t change that with wishes. You’re here because you are merely an instrument of evil
and no matter where
you dwell you are damned.” “Are you not child? That is the real question. You are not certain if you are dreaming of if this is real. And if not, will you remember it when you wake, if you ever wake again? What if you never
make it to your knees
Sara?” He wanted to oppose his own will to be done over God’s. He wanted to hurt and confuse me by
breeding doubt in my mind. It just didn’t work out
that way. I continued’ ”You should have let your sins been crucified with Christ. Yet no, your sins became you and you are this horror before us. You did not care you are condemned to hell. This absence existence contains meaningless promises. You have no idea the joy you will miss. You phantom about and slowly, slowly fade away to the fog of never-ending nothingness. Each second, hour and day you become less and less real. You’re not even a darken shadow of yourself anymore. There is no truth or substance in your wicked and indentured words. No base for you to be. Where do your foundations of self lie in constant pandemonium? You simply slip away in the fog that exists here like so many that came before and will come after you. Yet it is to late you have made your choice,
now you must pay the price.” My words gradually took shape in the Ethereal. They took shape upon what was left of Matthew.
“Here within the Word of God lies your truth.” I turned in my bible to Jude 1:12-13 and Spoke aloud, “These are spots in your feasts of charity, when they feast with you, feeding themselves without fear: clouds they are without water, carried about of winds; trees whose fruit withered, without fruit, twice dead, plucked up by the roots; Raging waves of the sea, foaming out their own shame; wandering stars, to whom is reserved the
blackness
of darkness for ever.”
These
words held a well of meaning. I confessed it with the trinity of the
Holy Spirit, God and Jesus Christ. As
Matthew began to not exist, his tongue fell limp about us. As the
demons, laughing and tormenting him of our laity, hovered about him they
beat at his melting head. I found a place where God dwelled inside me. I
would never forget even despite my illness and weaknesses there was
nothing more I could do.
Mordian took the opportunity to slay the demons by reciting one simple verse in the Bible, “The Lord rebukes you Satan!” as he snatched his staff, which was aflame with brimstone and to hell with the demons and Matthew faded in the fog.
A pit of swirling space engulfed the fog and
simply a white door stood before us leading to the Stairway of Joy and
Tears.
I
spun around on the steps to face my friends with open arms to only find
one betrayed me. Jude drove the sword that looked like my pendant within
my stomach. I bleed a stream of blood that poured out into the sky.
I
was a kite and it my string. I fell backwards and slipped slowly off the
stairway. As I fell, no bottom appeared to be below the high walls of
Sacron’s Soul Towers. Darker and darker the world around me became. I
closed my eyes and slipped away into the speed of my descending body.
The last thing I thought was this is no dream. I am dying a physical
death. The last I saw of the sky it was blue. Angel’s
Saga 'A human death had never happened before in Faesyde’ until Sara’s death that day. Her blood still flows in the skies of Sacron. She became something more then, and many of you felt the effects of this. For those that were there they simply didn’t understand physical death and thought Sara returned home by the Dream Master’s will. It is not any easier to return a dead human to earth, as it is to bring an alive one here. If fact it is impossible. So how did she get to Faesyde’ and return home? Sara decomposed and was reborn here. How can this be you ask? Faesyde’ has changed from an ethereal realm to a realm with spiritual and physical qualities too. I restored her soul to the rightful scheme of things after Sara could recall she had the Savior’s blood within her and this is her story. We take it for granted we can’t die this way. I am not saying we should change for we can’t, but realize to Sara her physical was precious. Every second to us was a lifetime to her. She found us wonderful and beautiful, even the ones that honestly I myself still find horrid. It is our eternal spirit that Sara lacked, but not anymore. She is now due to die and be reborn. Now the every land has embraced this. The question is will it’s inhabitants?
DAY 237
I woke? I am awake? I can’t believe my eyes. I am pierced deep.
Jude betrayed me? He betrayed us all? This was all I thought of.
I
was barely able to open my eyes yet when I was able I saw much to my
surprise Skky sitting as he had sit on that big red rock. He was at
peace and stared out into the distance as if something was there only he
could see. My blood was on his shoulders. I knew instantly he had caught
me and brought me here. But where was here?
I
looked about and all I could see was a giant waterfall amongst a rainbow
of light. Darkness settled in the distance. We sat upon a cloud in
silence. No sound existed in this place where we were. Afraid to stand,
I slid over by Skky and touched his hand with a comforting touch.
Skky
turned to look at me and he had another face. I smiled at his different
face and thought nothing about it at first. I turned my head to look
back out into the distance spellbound by tranquility.
I
slowly realized the being next to me didn’t give off the some feeling
as SkkyBlue. The feeling I got scared me worse then when I had seen
SkkyBlue as a dragon fish. I simply sat still. The thought to wish for a
mouthful of air raced through me as in my hand laid my pendant.
I
thought whom, what is this being, what could happen now? Is this the
Dream Master? A soft, very light and stiff something brushed my
shoulder. I knew that sensation. I bent my head down and quickly tilted
my head as my eyes focused upon many white feathers. Shocked at this I
rose a bit and looked onto an Angel. An angel? It can’t be, I thought.
He smiled and as I gazed into his eyes. His eye color was clear; his
pupils were black and lovely were his movements. I could not look onto
him for long. I dropped my eyes, then my head and dropped my head into
my hands as I sit upon the cloud.
The
angel tapped my shoulder and I rose a little. “Someone is here to
speak with you.”
The
Nameless came to tell me goodbye. It was he who pulled me into the
realm. He had seen me in my dreams walking by the Soul Towers. He had
wanted a moment alone to speak with me and now knew how wrong he was to
desire such a thing. The dreamers pass through Sacron and don’t notice
their surroundings to remember only their dreams as they sleep. Within
the towers are rooms with dreams, thousands of dreams. He dreamt of me.
He wanted to be remembered. I was amazed and overwhelmed to where I had
no reply to his affections. He left with much sorrow and apologized for
his foolishness to say I always had a home here if I was in need of one.
Michael
tapped me on the shoulder again and I turned my stare from the departing
phantom to the angel. Into my hands he placed the Bible and a crumbled
up piece of paper. I opened the cover to reveal the black metal necklace
in the shape of a Eurasian tree I had gotten from the magic shop. I
remembered the wish I had made. I remembered also the Bible verses that
came to me: Matthew7: 7-12, Mark 11:22-25, Luke 11:9-21
I
rubbed the necklace and wished for home as my big black bible’s pages
blew and fell open to the passage: Matthew 13: 13 “Therefore I speak
to them in parables because seeing they do not see and hearing they do
not hear, nor do they understand…” These words simply appear now
within my journal. We stopped for a moment and I am going to throw this
journal into the Well of Water where we stand. I have decided to leave it behind. I
really think it is for best. Maybe it will help another lost soul
wondering about Faesyde’.
There
was one thing I couldn’t remember. Ah…what is salvation? Who rights
the wrong and gives us as nature does the fruit. It is Jesus… Jesus,
the pain while reviving love, it is our gratitude, which causes us to
follow. Jesus…happiness verses the pain and problems, sin and that
which has been broken. Christ bears it all. Flesh is anarchy.
Jesus…Jesus is the truth amongst the disarray. It is Him I follow now
to the cross. I lay and rest. I die today with His promise within me.
Tomorrow I will rise into the kingdom of heaven. I am reborn a new
creation. I hope whoever will read this will join me. I don’t like to
be alone. I don’t believe any one does. With God there is a home. With
Jesus it is forever. I have wished for God’s Word to be inscribed
after my journal. May God Bless and find it a righteous wish to be
granted. Sara
Walker The Sleepwalker
"In
Sara’s grandmother’s rocker she slowly rocked. Alive and awake, she
didn’t shout when she knew where she was. She didn’t jump up and
scream or kiss the ground. She simply listened to the quiet silence to
hear the symphony of life. For the first time in a long time Sara saw
just how blue the sky could be out her picture window. It wasn’t
broken. Sara had peace. Sara was calm and I left on her lap with the
Bible a crumpled up piece of paper that ended the passage: Matthew 13:
17 But blessed are your eyes for they see, and your ears for they
hear.”
Michael
ripped the journal from the bible and gave the journal to Scalier. He then gave
the Air Stone the Bible and upon her the Word spun about as she smiled
to him softly. The Blue Manx nodded to Michael and looked out to the
masses with much hope in her eyes. Many among the crowd started
excepting the truth they found that day and were asking for more. “This realm that you exist in has always had a choice. Do you want God’s love or something else? From this point on truly begins your realm’s history. What will you chose?”
Michael looked out to the masses with a
questioning?
The
Guardian Stones assumed the season and gave the multitude their leave.
After doing so, Many Watchers rebelled about the book and the journal.
They began to plot and declared war upon the Creatures. The Creatures
was planning a defense with God in their mist. They felt they could not
fail. As others simply left with many thoughts and questions, Mordian,
Mira, Frizzy and Skky plotted on to find Jude and bring the Shifter to
justice. They didn’t know what had happened to Sara or Jude that day
on the stairway. They walked back to Hafta their minds heavy with
justice. Searching for anyone who would know which direction Jude had
fled when his actions was made public to all in the land.
As
the paths of the gateway grew in number Michael and the Manx remained
amongst the Stones. The Stones spoke in Fire Fae a chant of release of
the Blue Manx, Gatekeeper of the Deep so Scalier could be set free from Faesyde’ and ascend.
Michael
calmly asked her, “Are you coming home now?”
Scalier
wept and with assurance replied, “The seeds have been planted.”
Michael smiled and pointed to Gabriel whom had just appeared from near the Winter Stone. He looked very faint yet agreeable and incandescent.
The pale and frightfully slender Gabriel walked over to Scalier to ask, “May I?” and in good-humor as he held
her
hand and walked away to
heaven, “Been practicing your Holy, Holies?”
The
Manx transformed back to her cherub state and giggled, “I hope God
don’t mind if I am a bit off key.”
Michael
followed and assured her, “It will be like you never left!”
Gabriel
smiled quaintly and whispered, “Why do you think he chose you do
this?” Scalier spoke sarcastically, “Very funny you two…very funny.”
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