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"Pathways"- Story Written By A Witch

 

 

  

Well, it had been yet another bad day in the office, and once again it was the fault of that new girl, MaryAnne. She is one of those Wiccans,  a so called witch. How can anyone in their right mind make this claim, knowing that it goes against God and all of the teachings of the bible?  She doesn't even have the common decency to keep her satanic symbol,  her pentagram necklace hidden from the view of the decent, God fearing people in the office. She has some nerve. I find that I cannot hate her  for this though, for I know that she has been deceived. Satan works his  evil in ways that she cannot see. I've seen that so called Wiccan Rede  that she has tacked to the wall above her computer. On the surface, it  looks like a decent loving belief, but all one must do is look, look  closely and see that by practicing this way, and not embracing Jesus  Christ as savior she is on the pathway to hell. As I've said, it was a  bad day in the office.

Three times in the past few weeks I have been called in to see my supervisor, and he has told me that I am not allowed to preach to MaryAnne the word of God, to show her the error of her ways. Today, my  supervisor told me that if I continue to "harass" MaryAnne, he will be  forced to terminate me. How can he say this? He himself is a God  fearing man. And, how can he be so tolerant of the evil that he sees  insinuating itself into our workplace?  As I lay down to sleep last night, I asked the Lord for guidance. "God,  grant me a true vision of you, so that I may better lead the faithless  onto the righteous path," "Oh, a true vision of Me is it? Are you sure that you're ready, truly ready to see, my son?" I sat  bolt upright in bed, and there, at the foot of my bed, white of hair  and beard, in a long, flowing white robe, stood the Lord my God. I made  to leap from the bed and fall to my knees in front of Him, but he  stopped me with a gesture. "Kneel not before me at this time my son.  Instead, rise and walk with Me, so that you may get a glimpse of what I  truly am, as you asked of me in your prayer." 


He took my hand, and as I looked, my bedroom was no longer there, but a  pathway thru the woods. We started to walk, and I was too awestruck for  words. We took the path to the left, and we were then inside St.  Catherine's Church, in the middle of a service. While still standing  beside me, God seemed to expand and fill the whole of the church. I could see smiles of contentment forming on some of the  parishioners faces. I felt blessed. God smiled upon me."The Catholics  hold such pretty masses, don't they? I like to stop here in this  church, because not only do they speak the words, but they live the  life, thru teaching, helping the sick and poor, not only with handouts,  but helping them learn to help themselves. Now let us walk on," And we  were back on the pathway. 


We traveled a bit further along, and then were in the parlor of a  funeral home. A young woman was kneeling before the casket, resting  her head on it and crying. I could see by the similarity, that this  dead man must be her father. God knelt beside her, and drew His arms  about her. "Miss him, that is all right, but weep not for him, for now  he is with Me". She wiped her eyes, and stood with a sad smile upon  her face, and said "Good-bye Daddy. I'll miss you," and turned and left  the room. 

And we were back on the pathway. We walked a little ways, and we were  in front of a large lodge of some kind. I could hear music and  laughter spilling out of the windows. I turned to look at God, and was  shocked to see, not the flowing white robe, but Him wearing leather and  animal furs, his hair and beard now the color of wheat, and a sword  strapped across His back. He strode forth, and I saw him approach a  figure I had not seen before. As I looked close, I was shocked to see  that it was the same face that I had just seen dead, but looking young  and strong, and dressed in ancient looking garb, an ax strapped to his  waist. God strode up to him and grabbed him in a great bear hug.  "Welcome my son. We've been waiting for you. Now, go inside and raise a  cup or two, and meet with your brother." And, with a hearty slap on the  back, he sent the man inside. And then we were back on the pathway.


We walked a bit further, and then we were in a mosque. At least I believed so, as I had never been in one before, but had seen pictures  of them. The group of worshippers was not large, but I could see their  rapt faces as they listened to the mullah speak. He was speaking to  them of purity, both of the mind and the body, bringing them closer to  Allah. And as he spoke, God, dressed now in the robes of the desert,  walked among them and briefly laid his hands upon each set of shoulders. And, from their faces, I could see that these men knew that the words of the mullah  were true, and that their spirits felt touched by God. And then we  were back on the pathway. 
After we had walked a bit, we found ourselves in an African village.  People with skin as black as night, the women with their breast shamefully bared, were dancing in a circle, to the rhythm of the drums being played by a group of men. Somehow though, I was not offended by the bared breasts, and the music seemed to seep into my soul. God was  then a mighty lion, and He let forth a mighty roar. The villagers did  not seem to hear, but the drums increased their pounding, and the  dancers danced with a frenzy. 

And then we were back on the pathway. 
We walked a bit more, and were on the top of a cliff. There sat,  painted and covered with feathers, an old Navajo man. As I watched, he  seemed to change into the form of an eagle and take flight, and we were  flying with him, soaring high into the air, seeing the vista spread out  below us. And God, in the form of an eagle Himself, seemed to guide  this other eagle thru the air, over mountains and thru valleys, until  he came upon a group of men. As I watched, the old Navajo man was no  longer an eagle, but a young boy instead, and he sat at the feet of  these men, to listen to the words of his elders. And then we were back  on the pathway. 


We traveled a bit, and then we were in a forest clearing. I knew this  place. It was known as a place of devil worship and evil. In the center  of the clearing roared a great bonfire, and kiwi torches outlined a  circle of sorts. Inside this circle, in a circle themselves, stood 7  men and 6 women, dressed in robes of varying colors, their arms raised  to the moon. Was that one woman MaryAnne? I really couldn't be sure.  And God walked among them in the circle, touching each one. He seemed  not to be an older man now, but as he made each of three turns around  the circle, he was first a young girl, bouncing with energy, then a  woman of middle years, with a tender smile for all Her children, and  finally, an old woman, body bent, but holding Her head up with pride.  And a woman stepped forward, and yes, it was MaryAnne, and lifted her  head to the sky. "Great Goddess, Mother of us all, thank you for  joining us tonight. Stay if You will, go if You must. Know in our  hearts You will always be welcome.Blessed be!!" And we were back on the pathway. 


As we walked along, ahead in the distance I saw the most beautiful man.  Yes, beautiful, though I would never normally think of a man this way.  With blonde hair, and a golden robe, he seemed to radiate sunshine. God  and this golden man nodded to each other as they passed, sharing a  smile together. "My Lord" I asked, "was that an angel?" "Well, yes, he is known as that to some. He is also known to some as a good himself. That was Lucifer" And His words caused me to stumble. I couldn't believe that we had just passed the ultimate evil. God looked  at me, and He knew my mind. And he chuckled a bit. "Think about it  logically My son. The Lucifer that you know is a fallen angel, cast out  of heaven for challenging Me. If I am the all powerful being, above all  others, how could he do this? How could I allow it?" "But, in the  bible...." I stammered. "The Bible is a wonderful book, as are the  Koran and the Torah and many others, but they are just books, written  by the hand of man, not written by Me. And, it's a bit confusing as  well if the truth be known, but that's not up to Me to fix. These books  are wonderful, but only as guidance, for each man and woman must think  for themselves." And, I believed He was right in this. 


"Now, come forth, we must journey a little more before you go back" and  He took my hand once again. As we followed the pathway, we soared thru  the stars, listening to the music of the heavens, we became a little  flower and a mighty oak, we became a babbling brook, and a mighty  ocean. We flitted from flower to flower as a little honey bee, and ran  across the plains as a mighty stallion.


And, all too soon the pathway returned us to my home. God held my hand  a moment longer, and smiled into my face. 
"My son, you prayed tonight for a true vision of Me. For vision, you must only open your eyes and see what there is to see. Good night to you". And then He was gone, and I was back in my bed. A dream I thought, only a dream, that couldn't have been real. At that  time, a bolt of lightning lit up my room thru the window, and thunder  crashed thru the sky, and I thought I heard, from seemingly far away,  "Remember, the Lord works in mysterious ways My son".


This morning as I entered the office, I went to the machine for a cup of coffee, and standing there, I spied MaryAnne. As I approached her,  I could see her barely cringe, and I could see in her face that she was  expecting yet another onslaught from me and my book. She seemed to  cast her eyes about for a way to escape, but there was none. I walked  up to her and smiled. "I think I owe you a bit of an apology" I said.  "I've been a bit narrow minded of late, and I really had no right to  subject you to what I did. It's not up to me to say how you find your  path to your spirit, and I was wrong to think that was so," MaryAnne  just stood there, not knowing what to say.
"So, I just wanted to say that I'm so sorry, and I hope you will forgive my trespass. God bless you MaryAnne, and...uh.... Blessed Be?"  You know,
I always thought that it was just a saying, about peoples jaws dropping  to the floor, but MaryAnne did her best at that moment to prove me  wrong.

 " Pathways" written by Dream Dancer

 

 

 

 

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