Traveling Home

They placed me in a cabin in the woods, and left me there to die. I knew that I was asleep, but I couldn't wake up, however much I tried to awaken. I tossed and turned and tried to get my brain out of the fog they had placed me in. Then in a flash, I awakened to a voice that was saying to me, "Wake up strong."

I opened my eyes, looked out of the window, and saw that I was surrounded by trees. I thought they must certainly be somewhere in the vicinity, but it seems that they planned to return only after I had died, to take me to the crematorium. I called my sister, knowing she would know what to do and told her I was somewhere in the woods, but knew not where. I did not know how to get from there to home, for they had erased the memory of home.

She told me the state in which I lived, and pointed to a map in the realm of the spirit. "Can you teleport?" she asked and without knowing how, I said yes. She instantly commanded my spirit into the state, then commanded me again, this time to my childhood home, and told me how to get in, for no one was home. From there, my memory returned and I am back at my apartment, wondering whether it would be safe to return to work after my vacation.

Someone there, I suspect, probably would not expect to see me walk back into work. Someone there expects that I have died a painful death. Someone there believes that even raptured saints can die. Someone there should know that when eternity has promised, eternity has kept its promises. Eternity would never have betrayed the trust, nor settled for a dismal tragedy. Eternity does know that when eternity has promised, eternity its promises must keep. Eternity its promises must keep.

Anthony