I had a rather chilling glimpse of the future tonight.
Not in the form of a ghost; I’ve seen a few spectres in my time so that wouldn’t have bothered me too much.
It was alive.
Nor was it silently pointing.
It talked. A lot.
Nor did it show me my grave.
More unnervingly, it showed me my life as it was a living, breathing mirror held up to my face, showing me what might become of me if I let fear rule my life, and continue to cringe, hide and stagnate.
It spoke of misery and hopelessness. Despair and paralysing powerlessness, a living, breathing, yawning chasm of need and desperation that will never really be filled or satiated.
It was a magnet facing the wrong way around, repelling not attracting and never understanding why, unable to spin, turn and draw that which it needed toward it, condemning it to a life of poverty in heart, body and soul.
I see the beauty, the heart, the goodness within. But it scares me so, I have to fight my own horror, garner my courage, look it in the eye and abide with it awhile.
But I cannot save it. I can only be a friend and hope it finds it’s way.
Spirit, tell me that this is the ghost of whom I may be, and not a vision of whom I will be, and that I can depart from that course in life and change my Easter future?
But I can tell you one thing. There will be chocolate.