Interview
"Your
hands are shaking , are you afraid?"
The atmosphere surrounding him caused me discomfort, I wouldn't
allow that to be known. At least I thought I wouldn't. I didn't bother
to answer, that is how I'd been taught.
Opening my notebook, I pulled out the form with the usual questions.
I made a big show of taking out my pen, truthfully, I wanted to be
someplace else, I didn't know where. I just knew it wasn't here.
"What is your name?" His voice, seemed to vibrate deep down inside
me. "I have many names."
It took away my thought process and I stood, a little to fast
dislodging forms and pen.
I leaned down, retrieving the things I needed to continue this
interview. I took my time, trying to regain some composure. I set the
things back on the table and he smiled.
"Is this amusing to you?" He leaned back in his chair. I sat back
down determined not to let him get to me, I had conducted many
interviews, I was a professional.
"What is your place of birth?" I raised my head a little but kept
my eyes on the paper.
"Romagna."
"Excuse me?"
"Romagna."
"You mean Romania?"
He put his hands on the table. "No little one, I mean just what I
said Romagna." I wrote it down, no need to ask about the spelling, with
his accent, it danced around in my head... Romagna, Romagna, Romagna.
"We can finish this part later, right now I'd like to ask you some
questions."
I played with a thought for a moment. What if I just came out and
asked the blunt question? Then, thought better of it and decided to
stick with the classic plan. Get him to trust me, get inside his head.
"Tell me about your childhood?"
"No, you tell me about yours, are the wounds still open little one?"
I turned my back to him.
"Don't turn away, are you still frigid, still afraid, have you given
yourself to any man yet, do you still feel the sickly touch of your
uncle against your skin? When you see your mother do you think you see a
sign of recognition sometimes? I can assure you, you do. She has
decided to hide behind a feigned illness because she knows what a
failure she was to you."
I felt the tears gather in the corners of my eyes, I told him to
shut up. Some how, some way, I had to take control of the situation.
"This is not about me!" It was louder than it needed to be, but I
had to bring it back to him.
"This is about you."
"Then you truly wish to know.? I shook my head and sat down.
"You have asked to know and so you shall, look deep little one, see
the history of me."
Eyes green like the sea took me up into the sky, though I still sat
in my chair. I saw many people. They surrounded a brilliant being.
They stared lovingly, adoringly. Voices melodic and pure sang praises.
Out of the midst of them I saw him. He stood in the presence of the
being but he didn't stare lovingly, he didn't stare adoringly. I saw
arrogance, envy, disrespect.
The scene changed to a garden, a couple naked sat and stared at a
tiger. The man pointed and called the big cat. It came to him laying a
giant paw on his leg. The woman got up and walked to the other side of
the garden. She stopped and picked a piece of fruit off a tree. Then I
saw him, but he was no longer a man. Now he slithered, up the trunk of
another tree. He called to the woman.
Again the scene changed, he stood before the being, this time there
were others standing with him. At the right hand of the being stood
another, he raised a sword, called out a great sound and I heard the
words:
"WOE TO THE EARTH AND THE SEA FOR THE DEVIL HAS COME DOWN TO YOU
HAVING GREAT ANGER! KNOWING HE HAS A SHORT PERIOD OF TIME!
When the scene changed again, I saw all the wars, pestilence, and
famines that had occurred on the earth. I saw each and every leader
from the beginning to now.
And then I saw...
I awakened on the floor of the dimly lit room, he was gone. The
horror of the last vision made me vomit...
To be continued!
Divine Judgement It's been three or four years... not really sure. I relive that day over and over. Why didn't we see it coming? Guess that question isn't really fair, who could have seen that coming. No one believed in God anymore. There was no moral majority. The scientists, the scholars, the physics experts, meteorologists, PHDs, Bible thumpers, scratched and pulled at their hair. Psychics, soothsayers, diviners, wiccans.. they were all consulted. That ended in much ooooing and ahhhhhing, but nothing worthwhile was accomplished. In the end though, the powers that be spoke and their way of dealing with it was to use force. At first it appeared to have been an optical illusion. Some trick of the light, some strange reflection off the ocean. When the sun set, it was still there. I knew what it was.... I watched the glowing horses stomp their hooves, I saw the shining of the sharp two edged swords. They didn't sit on the land, actually the other worldly apparition hovered between the Heavens and the Earth. The first day they appeared out of a cloud. Each horse a different color, blood red, white as snow, black as night, pale-green like a translucent, gauzy piece of fabric . Each horse had a mane of fire. Each rider, more fearsome than the next. Famine, Pestilence, War and Death. We had been warned. Still no one understood that now the riders were visible, though, they had been riding for many years. At the time I didn't realize the visualization was for our benefit. That this was the last chance to make it right for ourselves. This was a time of quiet, a time given to us before the total destruction of humankind. Of course, we didn't take advantage of the quiet. We didn't fall to our knees and beg for forgiveness, no, instead... we outfitted the army, airforce, navy, marines, yes, we armed ourselves. Before the first bomb was sent, the vision came back to me. The slaughter, the feast, the bloody emasculation of man... The rendering of a divine judgement... AMEN! I dig down into the ground for grubs... and roots. Sometimes I wonder, would it have been better if I had perished that day, but then I look at the little patch of grass, the ten or eleven saplings, the water bubbling up through the rocks and I say... Thank you.
