Chapter One
Inside Mishalariah's chamber in the early 1970's.
Spirit sat hunched in the blue velvet chair with his back to the open doorway. Outside, in the darkness, it was pitch black. Inside, it was not much brighter. Golden sparks sporadically traversing the chamber walls were the only source of light. Well, that and the strange glowing disk that held Spirit’s rapt attention.
Spirit breathed in. “Save yourself," he said, breathing out onto the disk.
Mishalariah, sitting cross-legged on her couch, studied him through squinted eyes. “She can’t hear you," she said. "And even if she did, she won’t know what you mean."
Spirit did not answer.
"She thinks ‘save yourself’ means getting happy in church," she said defiantly. She added air quotes around the words save yourself for extra emphasis. "Either that, or she thinks you want her to join a convent and become a nun."
Spirit still did not answer. Nor did he look up from the disk.
Mishalariah stepped down from her couch, leaned over the arm of the blue velvet chair, and saw why Spirit was so absorbed. The girl was bent over with the devastated, heart-wrenching sobs of a broken heart.
Shaking her head, Mishalariah declared, "That is one stupid girl. How many tears is she going to pour out over that boy?” She stood upright, placing both hands firmly on her hips. “She should stop worrying about boys altogether. She needs to keep her head in her books.”
Spirit ignored her harsh words. “Save yourself," he repeated.
Mishalariah furrowed her brow, and a deep frown enveloped her chin. “I told you. She can’t understand you because she doesn’t worship anymore. She gave her mom such a hard time about going to church, that she stopped making her go.”
Spirit looked up at her and smiled. “She may not understand us now. But she will remember that we tried to warn her.”
Previously On Earth as in Heaven
This did happen. Sort of. I was about 15 years old and was crying out to God about my broken heart, I heard in my spirit, “Save yourself.” Twice. I wrote about the experience in the early 90s in an article called God Always Calls Twice.
Next Time On Earth as in Heaven
Why did God want to warn me? Find out in Chapter Two of my speculative memoir, Don’t Cry, Mishalariah.