The Cave

 

I arrived. I didn’t know how I got there- just like every other time I’m transported to these strange lands. It was one of those places. Excitement leaked from my brain, down my spine and into every extremity of my body. 

I’ve been to lands like these before. Beautiful, magnificent, wild, and dangerous. 

Joanna and Emily, my God-loving friends from church, were there. I saw Pastor Joe, Chris, and a few other friends from back in the day. I was at a boarding school. 

This boarding school was unlike any other. It was deep in the desert mountains. There was a water park, a tram, and an ocean. I explored the lands with my friends and came across a Los Vegas- like designer shopping mall. Everything was exquisite. But that’s not what I came for. 

I came because I had insight about a cave in the rocky desert walls. This cave went from the high desert in the United States to China. The only stop on the way was the Portuguese coast. But there was something different about this cave. It wasn’t a many year journey underground in darkness. You could get to Portugal in 5 minutes. China in 10 minutes. To my understanding, it was some type of portal. 

There were two dominant religions in this boarding school. Islam and Christian. Both denominations of God were perched atop two large hills, side by side. I watched as Islamic women, beautiful with scarfs covering their heads, gathered for their service. Their eyes were dark, skin was light, and eyebrows were thick. Who knew the mysteries these women held for us. Their stone steps were paved and intricate. Pieces of stone fit together like puzzle pieces. It was indestructible. 

I decided to head to the Christian service, looking over my shoulder one last time at the beautiful Muslim women. 

The Christian church’s stone walkway was different. Very smooth, very step. I put my foot on the pathway with at least a 60 degree incline. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get the footing down enough to make the ascent. All my friends were up there, and I struggled; it was futile.

I made a mental note of how stable the Islamic steps looked. 

I heard a lot of noise coming from the East. What I saw was strange. 

A parade of wealthy Arabs were being led by the police towards the cave. They were on African safari animals. Some rode Rhinos, others atop elephants. Lions, Gorillas, horses, and gazelle were all chained together and being escorted by police. They were side by side and formed a long caravan. The Arab men shamelessly showed their faces as they walked by. They were in the front of the group. Several more animals passed. Then came the dark, massive horses towards the end. Two women sat atop them. They had hoods on. The hoods were zipped up in the front from their chest to the top of their heads. They didn’t want anyone to see their faces, to see them with their hands bound together under arrest. It was a strange sight. I watched until the very last animal crossed in front of me and went out of my sight into the cave. 

My parents came up to the desert to have dinner with me.

We sat at a glass rectangular table. They asked what happened to my friend “Britz” from college. I told them I didn’t know. They said that they really liked him. Then they were laughing about the time I called them asking them for help. They pulled out a video on their phone; it was the video I sent them. They showed it to me and I remembered sending it. It was from the darkest time of my life. I was instantly transported back to being at a man's house at night. The air was blue, chilling, eerie. My voice was shaking with fear. I described a dark entity being in the house with us. The man whose house I was at didn’t see it.

“It’s right there! Right behind you!” I screamed, my voice trembling. 

Just as I said that, hands wrapped around my belly from behind. 

It grabbed me so hard I instantly woke up and shouted, “Oh my God!” 

Dazed, in my day bed, I thought, “What a profound dream.”

I greeted my day dogs in my day house. I never can quite get used to how dense my body feels and the gravity of Earth when I wake up in the morning. Everything feels so heavy here, so unnatural. But I noticed something different about me. I felt like I had transcended. I felt peaceful. Like my guides had removed an entity that was using me as a host to keep me addicted and afraid. I had no fear anymore. Things that didn’t make sense before made sense now. 

Whatever tried to grab me when I was asleep (awake), couldn’t get inside me anymore. My energy field had no gaps for it to enter in. After a long, dark period in the day world, I was finally free.