Hereafter

Hereafter: Part II Graduation Day, Chapter 28

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WHERE WAS GLORIANA when I needed her. I’d fallen asleep for hours and no dreams, no visitation with my contact from the other side, no direction as to how to use the powerful tools I’d been given to change things on Calidari. I hadn’t been taught to pray, but my soul was crying out for guidance.

During the night Elizabeth had curled up at one end of the couch using her coat as a blanket. I was at the other end, distraught with worry, feeling isolated and unable to carry on my mission with a clear sense of direction. My meditation continued and deepened until all of a sudden a flow of words from a language I’d never heard before began streaming out of my mouth and continued for some minutes. The strange babbling woke up Elizabeth.

I didn’t know what I was doing, but my now more enlightened soul did. I came out of the transcendental trance only to find Liza staring at me as if I was some kind of weird alien.

“Excuse me . . . and just who are you . . . what did you do with my friend Madison?” she quipped, half in fun, half serious.

“A . . . it’s me, Madison, and just why would you be thinking anything else?” I questioned, not being aware of any of the details of my direct-to-some-Higher-Power spontaneous prayer.

“Well, maybe because you just got done ranting on about who knows what using words that I don’t think have been invented yet!”

“Really, they made no sense to you?”

“No, do you know what you were saying? Was it important?” she questioned.

“I . . . don’t know . . . I think so, but I’m not sure.”

My mind was racing, all those words spoken in my soul’s language still swirling like a dust devil, refusing to give up any answers to my prayer for guidance. I wasn’t dreaming, so I don’t know how, but Gloriana was guiding me while I was fully conscious.

“Elizabeth, you can tell me what those words meant. You just have to ask for the gift to be able to do so.”

I knew Liza was one of us, a small but hopefully growing group of souls who had been christened by the Sacred Words. I still wasn’t sure who the Creator was, or whoever it was that made and sent Gloriana to me, but all that was real . . . and powerful . . . but also kind and loving. My suggestion puzzled Liza.

“What are you talking about, girl? Nobody could ever unscramble that garble. Are you kidding? And just who did you have in mind for me to ask?” she skeptically answered.

“Trust me . . . please . . . can you do this . . . close your eyes, quiet your mind, and imagine the intelligent Being who provided those Sacred Words you reacted so powerfully to just a few hours ago, remember?”

That memory brought her back to the moment of spiritual ecstasy Liza experienced right after first seeing the Words. In a flash, her skepticism transformed into an eagerness to learn more about the Presence who might have been responsible for providing such a powerful insight into establishing and maintaining the kind of right relationships people need for everyone to thrive, instead of just a chosen few. Her mood now much different, she was ready to follow my suggestion.

“Oh . . . yes . . . I do remember . . . what exactly did you want me to do again?”

I had her lay down on the couch and with her eyes closed, imagine the Being I was talking to in that strange language, and politely ask if she could understand the meaning of what was being said. After meditatively focusing on my suggestion for a few minutes, I noticed that her eyes began darting from right to left, as would happen during sleep while dreaming.