Chapter
60 Portugal
Inheritor of a dying world we call thee to the living beauty.
Wanderer in the wild darkness we call thee to the gentle light.
Child of Earth, long hast thou dwelt in darkness. Quit the night and seek the day - S.L. MacGregor Mathers
Once again, the lights inside the Egg
flashed, the buzzing arose ever louder in her ears, and there was nothing. The all encompassing nothingness of Ain. Then the infinity of infinities of Ain Soph,
and then the Limitless Light of Ain Soph Aur, as these things had been called
in The Veils of Negative Existence. And
once again the brilliance of the eternal Light slowly coalesced into shapes,
this time into gentle hills, plowed fields and soft countryside.
Marie had concentrated on the bucolic
countryside for Portugal and there she was.
Though, she realized that it was just as likely some other universe’s
version of the country as her own. This
time she did not fall to the ground roughly, but found herself standing with
all of her senses intact. That was
better, she thought.
She scanned the land around her, found
herself in the midst of a flock of sheep and paused in fear when she saw
them. Three children, dressed in clothes
of the turn of the last century, all bowing low before her. Shit.
“Hi kids!” she said, knowing that they
would not understand her. They looked up
nonetheless. Two girls and a boy. “Holy Mother of God!” one of the cried
out. It was Portuguese, but somehow,
Marie understood it.
“Don’t be afraid,” she said, “I’m not going
to hurt you. My name is Marie.”
But the children would hardly look up from
their bowing positions.
“Where is this place?” she asked.
One of the children, the eldest girl looked
up enough to look at her briefly as she answered, “It is Fatima, My Lady of
Heaven.”
“What year?”
“The year of Our Lord 1917, My Lady.”
Marie sighed.
The brave girl pressed her with an
unexpected question, “Why do you appear before us today, oh Holy Mary, Lady of
Heaven!”
“It’s Marie, and”, she thought, what the
hell, “If you kids can keep a secret, I’ve travelled her from the future in
order to battle a great evil that will befall the world in a hundred years or
so.”
“WE swear to keep your secret, Lady,” the
little girl said devotedly.
“What’s your name,” asked Marie.
“My name is Lucia, this is Jacinto, and
this Francisco. They are my cousins.”
Then she felt herself fading away from the
scene. Again there was the Darkness, the
Eternity, and the Light and she was gone.
copyright 2017 Diana Hignutt
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