Gnostic/Essene)
Enraptured in flight, my soul
emerged upon the altar at a holy church. My
white robes and cross were glistening as I
kneeled before the sacred altar to Mary.
Bowing and praying, I lit a candle in the
name of the priest who had admonished me,
to honor and respect his post and his holy
place with God. As I quietly arose, this same
priest approached me. Fearing a further
confrontation, he greeted me with a smile.
Saying nothing, he showed me a
book. Immediately, I recognized it as my
own, the one I had written. "An angel came
to me!" he shouted in exuberation. "She
showed me your writings and told me that
you are a servant of the Lord!" Smiling, I
placed my hand in his.
Insisting on administering Holy
Communion to me, I felt unworthy but his
insistence brought tears to my eyes. Deep
from inside his robes he retrieved a box
containing a small statue of the Holy Mother
of God, and then he placed a small amulet of
Mary around my ankle. When he finished, I
said, "Thank you, thank you fellow servant
of the Lord." As I said this, he smiled.