Passion (68)
Warmth enclosed Mathew, feathery, light and complete. The edges of his vision glowing brilliant white.
“Mathew, what you are now experiencing is one of countless possibilities.”
“Ruth? Gabriel?” he asked.
“Yes, I am here with you.”The warmth intensified. “Look to either side and you will understand.”
Turning his head to the right, Mathew saw rows and rows of himself standing as he was enveloped in brightness. He looked to the left. Again his image moved off into endless duplication.
“What is this.“Mathew asked, though he felt the answer hidden in obdurate logic.
“Possibility. The universe, reflected in multiverse. You, here, there and everywhere. But you knew the answer Mathew.”
He nodded. “And can I simply choose another one? Because I definitely don’t like this one.”
“What you see Mathew are the limitless results of your free will, of your misguided and weak decisions, of your wise ones. But as with all beings, only some of these scenarios represent the pre-destined path that each being has choosen. It is up to you to stay true to this path. Guides and guardians have the power to keep you from straying, but you need to help us help you.”
Mathew’s stomach cramped with guilt.“I’ve made a horrible mistake.”
A violet feather drifted past his vision, then another, and more, falling in a rainbow of colour, then blacks and greys and earthy browns. They piled up around his feet cushiony and forgiving.
And he understood that forgiveness was immediate if he could forgive himself.
“It’s not easy,” he whispered.
“No, it’s not.” The warming wings closed tighter. Mathew leaned back into a depth of softness and security surpassing anything he’d known. A current of unconditional love moved through his every cell, emanating from every pore.
The wings opened wide, oygen filled his being. His path blazing before him, he walked towards it.