heard a voice. “Elizabeth, Elizabeth, awaken,
it’s Michael.” She struggled to follow the voice through
the caliphony of sounds and kaleidoscope of images which flooded her mind. “Follow my voice. Here, take my hand,” the gentle voice lovingly directed.
timidly inquired, “Am I dead? Are you God?”
She began to see a glowing, smiling face before her
and a dim recognition crossed her mind.
no,” the voice said, almost chuckling. “I called you
in the night of your forgetting and you are awakening.
Rest, let your mind clear and your thoughts become still.
Do not depend on what you think, but rather on what
you know and all will become clear.”
Ships of Song
A Parable of Ascension
© Copyright 2010 Patricia & Stanley Walsh.