House of Darkness House of Light
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Time is of the essence. In retrospect, the timing was impeccable as everything happens with purpose and reason in its right and proper time. They arrived all but blind to the possibilities which lay before them and departed a decade later as seers who’d been over-exposed to a negative energy which eventually yielded a positive outcome. It took time to absorb and process these events. Thirty years to tell a sordid and equally enlightening tale of discovery. To do so required courage and faith, the acquisition of a belief system that fit the construct, as a guidepost. Awakening within a new dark age, they’d ventured past the point of no return. Truth be told, there is no turning back in life. As we look back on it mortal souls may observe only with the mind’s eye in memory. Some introspection is essential but most of us learn as we go. Otherwise, the journey yields nothing but time spent and sometimes wasted. This is a time-consuming, painstaking process which cannot be avoided but must be endured by those who’ve seen too much and just enough to know there is something beyond mortal existence.
Human beings begin evolving at a cellular level due to a collision as the cosmic secrecy of seed is revealed. From point of conception we continue evolving through life to death and beyond. A proper sense of direction is helpful but not intrinsic to an excursion on Earth. If we all knew where we were going from the inception, life would be a bore. Instead, it is a constantly changing, ever-transforming intrepid journey through time and space allotted, which offers much more in the way of adventure. Carolyn discovered how remarkable it is to remain alive in the wake of spiritual death then regenerate, rising from the ashes. Fran was not the only one who knew how to fly away… birds of a feather. Both are to be commended for two valiant efforts made in battle; for a fight of their lives for their lives. Fran’s transition notwithstanding, it was a war won in the end, freedom the reward. Each made her trek her own way, crossing their bridge, over the river then through the woods. Mother Nature embraced her young in loving arms disguised as limbs and Carolyn healed her wounds, the sticky pine pitch on her fingers a balm for the soul. Battle scars remain, yet Carolyn feels blessed that she survived the onslaught, that she outlived her attacker’s presence in her life and any attempt made to take her down the hatch; a black hole. Is it not miraculous to remain alive in spite of and in light of spiritual death? Perhaps her girls had been right all along. They are the Light.
Together, as one, the Perron family intermingled with immortality and each was transformed by the experience. They would emerge from this engagement profoundly changed and spiritually stirred, shaken and awakened by personal encounters they will never forget. Together, as one, they entered a new dark age. To see its light was the challenge and the lesson. The test always came first. When they emerged it was with a realization. There is no death. There is only transformation.
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called
the children of God.”
Matthew 5:9