Arcane House

The Dark Closet

Though my Soul may set in Darkness,
I will Rise in Perfect Light;
I Have Loved the Stars to Fondly
To be Fearful of the Night.
~Sarah Williams~

A door appeared in front of Katie: a black door with a large, sparkling gold doorknob.

Another Peace Rose lay on the floor, and it was this that Katie took as her sign that
the door would yield some new insight.

Smelling it, She placed it with the other in her little furry left paw, and with her right, tentatively turned the large knob.

The closet was completely black.

Looking down, Katie saw into the depth of darkness.

Everything terrible lay leagues down in that black, square hole; every horrible curse spoken or felt; every hurting action; every unnecessary tear and sob; sickness; hunger; thirst; the uncontrollable desire to moderate pain at any cost; all lay within that deep, dark pit.

Katie now saw a force moving through all these heartbreaking events; smoothing the ripples and creating waves that subtly—or sometimes not so subtly—pushed events in the right direction. A sweet force, that moved like the wind, sometimes rushing and sometimes only gently guiding.

She saw it under it's black cloak a creative force; full of love and tenderness; but also as a destructive force; rushing; crashing; smashing; capable—and quite willing—to change what stands already, so something new and more ready for life can be built in its stead.

Katie saw the force move unnoticed through a large, disorderly crowd. It touched a man on his shoulder and the fury on his face turned to peace. A shot rang out. He dropped to the ground with a thank you on his lips. People pushed and yelled more than ever. Some surged towards the dead man, others away, but all yelled accusations and remorses for the dead man. All wanted punishment for his death.

"But, he was happy-" Katie yelled desperately. "He wanted to go—didn't you see his smile—" She sat trembling, terrified of the misconceptions people had—and what comes of it.

But then she gasped again.

The force looked up at her, met her eyes, and she forgot her fear.

Hey Bhagwan! Rushed through her mind, her heart, her blood and bones and atoms.

Katie relaxed. All would be well, she knew. For it was all part of the plan. Bhagwan was taking care of things, always in the best way, always unimaginable. It was His game, His play. And he is all the actors.

She saw now into every human's heart, and knew they were all Bhagwan, on the inside, and all would be well, in The End.

She folded her paws, touching them delicately to her forehead.

The force blinked his beautiful reddish—black eyes slowly at Katie. A conch sounded and light exploded from him, melting away the darkness, sparkling—glowing—like a thousand suns.

Smiling, her heart itself feeling like it was made of light, Katie shut the door of the now radiant closet.

End of chapter 4