slippery and sharp, and the rock was brittle and crumbled beneath my feet. The climb was torturous and slow. I had to rest in caves where bats hung upside down. A few times I lost my balance and fell backward down the mountain. I was losing strength, and my determination was failing. I prayed for deliverance from my ordeal.
Then an old black crow flew above my head. The flapping of his wings disheveled my hair. Old Mr. Crow cawed out to me, “The angel of deliverance awaits you.” Then I heard the clatter of racing hooves behind me and saw a white stallion with angel’s wings galloping up the side of the mountain. He flew up the mountain and quickly came upon me in my struggle. “Hop on, Natasza!” The stallion beckoned to me with his handsome head. “The time of your deliverance is now. Choose between suffering and freedom.” The white stallion nudged me to get on. On his back was a golden saddle studded with rubies and emeralds.
I could be a princess flying high in the heavens, or I could be a lost child struggling to find my way out of the darkness. I mounted the celestial steed, took the reins in my hands, and rose above my trials and tribulations. “Wings of Spirit,” I cried. “Deliver me. Take me Home!” I stood on the golden saddle and turned around, waving good-bye to fear and pain. Then I faced forward and greeted my future in a flying embrace.
A shot rang out, and I was startled awake. I had been riding on the back of the angel of deliverance. Would God send His angels to help me and Boris? I heard shouting outside and wondered if Boris were a dream too. Was he a phantom of my imagination? Before I agreed to work with him, I must test him to see what he could do. Perhaps he was a hallucination brought on by my hunger and thirst. Maybe he wouldn’t even show up at the north guard tower.
I lay awake in my bed until first light, my mind seesawing between hope and doubt. Could I trust the ghost professor? What did he want from me?
The Holy Covenant
A NXIOUSLY , I DELIBERATED ON the proposal made by the professor. Fears and doubts raced through my mind.
How can I trust this ghost?
I wondered.
Can ghosts be held accountable for their actions?
My mind stopped for an instant as I felt a sharp prick on the top of my head. Looking skyward, I saw Old Mr. Crow flying over me. He had dropped an acorn on my crown to get my attention.
“Hurry, Natasza. Hurry!” he telepathed to me. “Destiny is calling you. The moment of choice is now. It is time to meet the ghost professor at the north guard tower.”
This is the ultimate commitment
, I told myself.
There is no turning back. My life will be changed forever. Am I ready to make a holy covenant with God to minister divine love; to contract with a ghost to heal the sick and save souls, to speak the truth without fear?
Taking a leap of faith, I went forward in anticipation of this fortuitous meeting. As the tower came into view, I saw a black crow landing on its pinnacle. Seated on the ground at the base of the tower was the ghost professor. He sat hunched forward, apparently contemplating. As he turned his head and looked at me, the black crow flew from the tower and landed on my shoulder.
“Hail Natasza,” spoke the talking bird. “Honor my comrade, Boris the ghost.”
It was an auspicious meeting. I sensed a gathering of angels and spirit witnesses. I sat down in the dark shadow of the tower, facing the ghost-man. By my feet I found a twig, pointed at one end. To symbolize the consecration of the holy covenant, I drew a round circle in the hard dirt. A bolt of lightening crackled and thundered down as the hosts of heaven applauded.
“I have three requirements for you to fulfill,” I said, asserting myself. “Only then will I agree to work with you. First, how can you protect me?”
Mr. Crow volunteered, “I will be part of your early warning system. When you are in jeopardy, I will caw out
Danger! Danger!
”
“As you can see, I have enlisted
Then an old black crow flew above my head. The flapping of his wings disheveled my hair. Old Mr. Crow cawed out to me, “The angel of deliverance awaits you.” Then I heard the clatter of racing hooves behind me and saw a white stallion with angel’s wings galloping up the side of the mountain. He flew up the mountain and quickly came upon me in my struggle. “Hop on, Natasza!” The stallion beckoned to me with his handsome head. “The time of your deliverance is now. Choose between suffering and freedom.” The white stallion nudged me to get on. On his back was a golden saddle studded with rubies and emeralds.
I could be a princess flying high in the heavens, or I could be a lost child struggling to find my way out of the darkness. I mounted the celestial steed, took the reins in my hands, and rose above my trials and tribulations. “Wings of Spirit,” I cried. “Deliver me. Take me Home!” I stood on the golden saddle and turned around, waving good-bye to fear and pain. Then I faced forward and greeted my future in a flying embrace.
A shot rang out, and I was startled awake. I had been riding on the back of the angel of deliverance. Would God send His angels to help me and Boris? I heard shouting outside and wondered if Boris were a dream too. Was he a phantom of my imagination? Before I agreed to work with him, I must test him to see what he could do. Perhaps he was a hallucination brought on by my hunger and thirst. Maybe he wouldn’t even show up at the north guard tower.
I lay awake in my bed until first light, my mind seesawing between hope and doubt. Could I trust the ghost professor? What did he want from me?
The Holy Covenant
A NXIOUSLY , I DELIBERATED ON the proposal made by the professor. Fears and doubts raced through my mind.
How can I trust this ghost?
I wondered.
Can ghosts be held accountable for their actions?
My mind stopped for an instant as I felt a sharp prick on the top of my head. Looking skyward, I saw Old Mr. Crow flying over me. He had dropped an acorn on my crown to get my attention.
“Hurry, Natasza. Hurry!” he telepathed to me. “Destiny is calling you. The moment of choice is now. It is time to meet the ghost professor at the north guard tower.”
This is the ultimate commitment
, I told myself.
There is no turning back. My life will be changed forever. Am I ready to make a holy covenant with God to minister divine love; to contract with a ghost to heal the sick and save souls, to speak the truth without fear?
Taking a leap of faith, I went forward in anticipation of this fortuitous meeting. As the tower came into view, I saw a black crow landing on its pinnacle. Seated on the ground at the base of the tower was the ghost professor. He sat hunched forward, apparently contemplating. As he turned his head and looked at me, the black crow flew from the tower and landed on my shoulder.
“Hail Natasza,” spoke the talking bird. “Honor my comrade, Boris the ghost.”
It was an auspicious meeting. I sensed a gathering of angels and spirit witnesses. I sat down in the dark shadow of the tower, facing the ghost-man. By my feet I found a twig, pointed at one end. To symbolize the consecration of the holy covenant, I drew a round circle in the hard dirt. A bolt of lightening crackled and thundered down as the hosts of heaven applauded.
“I have three requirements for you to fulfill,” I said, asserting myself. “Only then will I agree to work with you. First, how can you protect me?”
Mr. Crow volunteered, “I will be part of your early warning system. When you are in jeopardy, I will caw out
Danger! Danger!
”
“As you can see, I have enlisted
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