Christopher Golde

Body without soul shall be sacrificed no more,

Its day of death set at hour of birth:           

The spirit divine will make the joyful soul,  Seeing the Word in its eternity.


Nostradamus         Millennium 40 Quatrain 2 13

           Chapter ten
            The Dream

Date:         17th March 1966                              Location:  Melbourne, Australia           

 
 It was summer in Australia, which meant very hot days and uncomfortable humid nights. This day had been no exception, again with temperatures in the shade well above one hundred degrees Fahrenheit, and although it was now night time, the heat inside the house remained stifling. Every window of the small weatherboard had been left open in the hope of capturing some wayward breeze that might be wandering the clear, breathless, night skies.

            At about three o’clock in the morning, such a breeze finally, and gently, lifted some light nylon curtains in one of the small bedrooms to the east side of the house. Inside the room, two small figures lay sprawled on separate beds.

            On a wooden bookcase, a six-inch tall figure of Batman stood like a silent, solitary guardian. Other toys rested on shelves, and a number of Disney books lay scattered randomly across a small desk. A t-shirt and shorts hung limply over the back of a chair at the desk, and a pair of sneakers, socks still inserted, rested lifelessly in the middle of the floor nearby.

            On one bed, all that could be seen were two tiny arms and one leg protruding from beneath a white sheet. From the other bed, a sheet had fallen to the floor, and now exposed to the night breeze, a small figure shifted from side to side restlessly.

            Although asleep, his eyes closed tight, the small blond boys face twisted and grimaced as if he were in pain. An observer would have had the impression that he was having a nightmare; the reality was rather different. At that moment, he had entered a semi-subconscious state of mind somewhere between auto stimuli and fully operational. His mind was in a state of transience. This hypnotic state had been caused by the input of external paranormal energy that had now entered the small room.

            Suddenly, the boy awoke, or so it seemed. At the edge of his bed, he observed the tall, dark figure of a person. For all intents and purposes, what he saw was all very real. He felt no fear of what he saw, though he suspected he probably should, there was something warmly familiar to him about the apparition.

            As he stared at the figure, he heard a deep voice speak to him from somewhere within his head. The soft, dreamy voice was full of compassion and understanding, so much so that it made him think of his mother. The boy listened without moving or speaking.

            ‘Jason, do not be afraid, I will not hurt you. You can hear me and I can hear what you are thinking, you do not need to speak out loud.’ the voice in his head said, ‘to talk to me just think about what you want to say and I will hear you.’

            He did not feel afraid and what the apparition said, somehow, seemed to make perfect sense to a young boy’s mind. He kept listening, silently.

            ‘I am here to teach you all you need to know about your world and to prepare you for the future. Some things will amaze you, others will terrify you but you will never need to be afraid, as I will be there to guide you each step of this wonderful journey. Always remember, it will be very important that you do everything I tell you, no more than, and no less than’

            The figure did not move but seemed to grow larger as it spoke to him.

            ‘Tonight you will come with me into the darkness and you need have no fear, but I warn you, always have faith, for that is a strength that can never be defeated.’

            His mum took him to church every Sunday. He had heard about this thing called faith but did not understand what it could possibly have to do with him.

            ‘You can at any time ask me anything you wish to know and I will explain it to you as best I can.’

            ‘What are you,’ the boy thought?

            ‘I am everything! The air that you breathe, the light that guides your way, the earth, and the stars, the pain that you feel and the love and laughter you will have. I am the good that you are and the evil you will be, I am your past and your present and your future, but most of all, I am you. I have been with you all your life and I will be with you until it is finished.’

            The boy was amazed; not so much by the answer, but by the fact that the thing could hear his thoughts.

            ‘You're me,’ he thought to himself?

            ‘I am as much you, as you are I, and yes, thought communication is much easier than talking.’

            The small boy looked around the room and saw in the semi-darkness that everything else was where it should be, including his brother in the other bed. His eyes went back to the black figure that still stood, or floated, or whatever it did, at the end of his bed. As he stared the figure seemed to move closer. There was no apparent surface to the shape, but it did seem to occupy space, and there did seem to be some sort of movement within its outline, which seemed to glow black, somehow.

            ‘Now you are learning to move your mind without your body, that’s very good. Lay yourself down and put your feet together, crossing your arms over your chest.’

            The boy did as he was instructed.

            ‘You have seen pictures of ancient Egyptian mummies in your books, have you not? Lie just like that and concentrate your mind on picturing yourself lying there. Keep your body balanced and evenly distributed. When you can see your own body, move away from yourself with your mind.’

            The small boy did as the dark figure asked, and at first, could not grasp the intention of the instructions. When suddenly he could see himself, he was amazed. After this, he found he could just float away and drift around the room. The dark figure, lifted off the ground towards the roof of the room, and the boy followed, then, amazingly, they passed straight through the ceiling and out into a clear, sparkling night sky.

            The stars above were as bright as he could ever imagine and below him, the roof of the small weatherboard house got smaller and smaller. Now he could see the whole neighbourhood, its lights, trees, and houses.

            In the room far below, the boy’s body lay motionless, as if suspended in time. The dark figure floated effortlessly with him.

            ‘You are a fast learner, as I expected you would be; now back to sleep, that’s enough for tonight!’

            ‘How?’

            ‘Open your eyes,’ he heard a voice say in his head.

            No sooner had the words entered his mind that the boy opened his eyes and found he was back in his room. The dark figure was gone.

            The boy wondered if he had just been dreaming.

            ‘I am always with you in your mind Jason; I will know when you need me and you can think of me as your friend,’ again he heard the voice in his head.

            “Can we go outside again,” the boy asked?

            ‘All in good time little one, all in good time.’

            Within ten minutes of real-time, the boy had slipped back to auto stimulated deep and empty sleep. The room was quiet and still. The gentle breeze had stopped, but in the room, there was something else, something new, something that had not been there previously; something, that watched him; something, that would always watch him.