INFILTRATION

INTRODUCTION + CHAPTER ONE

           
I'm back!

Back with a new story. This isn't a story involving romance or love or sexual experiences - No!
Its a story that talks about the supernatural - yes, that means witches, demons and priests.
This is a story that will open your eyes to the spiritual, because let's face it - we are first spirits before we're physical beings.

So I dare you to come on this journey with me.

I dare you!

                                                         CHAPTER ONE
THE CONFESSION

The sun shone on the magnificent church set on the hill. It was a sight to behold, a place revered by many pilgrims who came from far and wide. They went to see its beautiful architecture and the treasures within which included medieval statues erected by Michelangelo, Raphael, Bernini, Caravaggio, and many more masters of mosaic art, fresco painting, and stonework from medieval and earlier eras.

It boasted of many spires and steeples made of the finest coloured stones with geometric designs. The floors were covered with delicate intricate drawings of angels made from the finest marbles. The drawings characterized the whole of the frontage and led straight into the church to the altar. Legend had it that once a tourist had stepped on one of the angels wings, he was struck with heavenly visions.

Once inside the church, you couldn't help but admire the stained windows filled with different pictures of saints as well as the tall statues strategically placed at corners of the church. These statues were rumored to date from the fifteenth century.

The church boasted of five aisles and large columns all around in pure bronze. The altar itself was completely bedecked in gold and stretched from one end of the vast church to the other. To the right was a life size sculpture of the mother of God in a white free flowing long dress covering her feet with a sash around her waist. A blue cape was draped round her shoulders and fell down her back, while a white long scarf covered her head. A crown of pure gold sat on her head with a halo around it. Her hands were outstretched, beckoning on people to come to her.

To the left was also a life size statue of her son, Jesus Christ. His left hand was lifted in the air, while his right cradled his open heart, set in thorns. He was dressed in a red garment with part of it hanging out from his left arm.

Around the walls, were scenes from the old and New Testament, with the tree of life from the Garden of Eden. The saints and ancient symbols were not left out either.

In the middle of the altar, was the tabernacle where our lord Jesus Christ was truly present under the appearance of bread and wine.

The tomb of a bishop lay beneath the church and it was rumored he had aided many people in answering their prayers through his intercession.

Suddenly, bells began to toll in the church, resounding throughout the area as the hour of twelve was struck. People inside the church stood as well as those outside. It was a tradition they stopped whatever they were doing and recite the angelus, a prayer in honour of the annunciation, when angel Gabriel appeared to Mary with a message from God saying she was to become the mother of his only begotten son.

Once the angelus was over, they all made the sign of the cross and confession inside the church continued. People sat on the pews facing the altar, waiting for their turn to confess their darkest, innermost secrets.

Some could not stop staring in awe at the gold coffered ceiling, while others simply closed their eyes and meditated on what they would confess to the priest.

Even though they knew he was Christ's representative on earth, what they saw when they knelt before him was a human being like themselves.

Some were of the school of thought that baring one's innermost desires or sins to another human being - even if that being was a priest - always proved difficult for them to do.