The Seventh Chakra
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CHAPTER 25
“Becky, are you asleep?” Thomas rolled to his side, facing her back.
Becky heard him but pretended to sleep, hoping to allow him time to vent his frustration. She smiled to herself, after all, he was a preacher.
When she didn't answer he sighed in relief. He didn't want to confront her. After the sexual joining by that 'beast', he was in shock.
When Thomas' mental faculties returned after the experience, he found himself in an unholy predicament; he was naked and in full penetration of Becky. He had stared down at her face as she was in the throes of ecstasy―although Thomas had thought it looked more like agony, and he immediately withdrew before achieving completion.
He just couldn't believe what was happening!
How could he serve the Lord when he had done such a foul, despicable thing?
Thomas left her side and sat in a chair near the bed. He didn't clothe himself; after all, what was the use, now?
“Dear God,” he prayed silently, “what have I done? How can I have allowed this to have happened?”
As his self-pitying prayer continued, Becky turned to him. She left the bed and knelt in front of him, raising his bowed head, and looked into the shadows of his eyes.
He was stunned; her body began to take on an illuminating aura, which appeared to be a brass color. He was horrified.
“Don't fear, Thomas,” she soothed, “I'm not just a telegram messenger girl, I am the messenger that was sent to assist you in what you have prayed for. What you have done with me was sanctioned. I am spirit and you are flesh, and we have been married with our act. I am the bride and you are my groom, and now we are bound by the truth of what we have done.”
As she spoke her hands rested on Thomas' legs, her warmth burning into his flesh.
“Soon you will know all; be patient. You are one of the trumpets spoken of which summon the coming of him who has sent me. Within the next few days you will be tested. These tests will make you strong. But the most important thing for you to remember is: he died for your sins.”
She rose, kissed him tenderly, and disappeared before his unbelieving eyes.
Thomas stared at the space where she had been. His shock and confusion were almost overwhelming.
What was going on? Was he to kill the man who was causing all this anguish? He repeated over and over to himself, first in silent prayer and then aloud, “He died for my sins.”
“He died for my sins.” Thomas had slid to the floor and assumed a fetal position and began to sob, “He died for my sins, he died for my sins....”