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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Scott DeWar" data-source="post: 5376149" data-attributes="member: 49929">[sblock=1]His hands shaking, breathe in shallow rasps and feet wobbling he moves to the strangely alluring door.... [/sblock][sblock=2]His throat was already dry, but it suddenly became parched, as if cotton had ben stuffed down his mouth. he tried to swallow, but sand would have been easier. It seemed that all the water in his body suddenly went to his hand as it suddenly started sweating heavily as he lifted it to reach for the door handle, shaking, suddenly becoming weak.He coughed nervously as a sudden funny thought struck him: perhaps he should have seen dust come out with that cough. His hand touched the knob and he turns it .. . .[/sblock][sblock=3]'is this a dream?' thinks Jorge to himself? he summons the will to focus on the round objects on the ground, though afraid of what they may be . . .[/sblock][sblock=4]Jorge turns away, then leans into moving Away. He moved blindly. Tears flowing.  Angry. scared. Are the assailants still here the thinks. somehow he is running. Not quite sure where except away. . .[/sblock][sblock=5]All that he was taught in seminary fell by the way side in a flash. "How can a benevolent GOD allow such a monstrous thing to happen!' he thinks to himself. He wrenches himself free of the hand and runs pell-mell down the trail. Then the GUILT: he left a suffering child . . .[/sblock][sblock=6]Through the rage he felt toward the creator that he knew the voice to be from, he cries out words with all of his might, "what! I need to see the people YOU gave me to protect to be slain before my very eyes?" he squeaks out timidly. Then a thought comes to him in a very peculiar clarity, 'I wonder if this is how job felt when he stood before HIM?'[/sblock][sblock=7]'what is wrong? Has the fever reached me here? Which is real, the village or my mentor?He pulls the covers up to his chin, shaking violently. He looks around trying to see what really is or is not. Finally he looks to the kind old priest and says in a quivering voice, "I hope I did not see what is to come, but it was un rostro horrible, a horrifying visage."Then in a still, quiet, fearful voice, "como si fuera el día de los muertos."[/sblock]*Gulp* the vision runs through the young priest's mind, the images just as horrifying as before. When the gory sight is finished he closes his eyes and shivers as he forces his mind to relax.*SIGH* he lets out his breath as he mentally disciplines himself to relax and meditate for a second. He is still quivering a bit, but he relaxes beneath the sweat soaked sheets. "Fear" he pauses then continues, ”I dreamt being alone and afraid. El terror de mi corazón. “ another pause with his breath coming out a little more shallow and faster, “The door where I sleep, it call to me, si’ habla a me, beg me to see outside.  I fear so bad my mouth is like . . . piso del infierno, dry waterless place . . .” he gazes into the kind eyes of his mentor to gather strength. Leaving out his quark of a thought, he continues, “I open the door and light, painful like eyes on fire. Then the light is stolen from me as oscuridad mal from thick smoke I see."I see, . . . ” he pauses then shakes his head as his mind tries to make out the rounded shapes, as bodiless heads? Tears well up as he shuts his eyes to try and shut it out of his mind, though it does not work at all. He continues of what his nightmare showed him, “I want it to be a dream, but I feel the flames of the village burning. I hear only my heart pounding.  I see people on the ground,“  Sudden sadness falls on the young man, showing just how young he is in that he moment of sobbing and weeping. Several minutes pass before he is able to speak again, but those softly beckoning eyes of kindness compel him on.“The villagers, they were hacked to death, like beasts at a slaughter. No mercy. Arms, legs, heads, scattered about like disregarded trash.” "I think, why they all die, but let me live? Why would GOD allow this? Why would people be allowed to do these things to other people?  In my vision,  I ran. Like a coward. I ran from the people. I ran from looking for people to help. I ran from a child reaching for help. I failed in what I was to do, Padre." His voice softens incrementally to a whisper. “I ran.”A few moments of silence and he continues, “ I ran until I almost fall off a cliff where I see the village from above. I see people trying to escape like ants in a ring of fire. I raise my eyes and fists to the heavens in anger and ask why!! And I see a light, clean of any smoke from the clouds. I finally hear something that is not my heart pounding. It was a voice, like job in Old Testament. The voice it tells me I need this. What does that mean, I need this? Then los persones de muertos come for me and grab me with bloody hands. And as they try to take me, you wake me from terror.”He looks in his mentors eyes with his conclusion, “What does this mean to me? I see trouble and run like little coward. I needed to see that in me.”</blockquote>

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