Jenna was reading a book about the miracles of Fatima and the appearance of the Virgin to three little children in 1916 and 1917. She scrutinized the description of the natural phenomenon that occurred with each visit. There were flashes of light and the appearance of a luminous globe and then the Lady, who could also be seen in the midst of the flashing lights, would disappear with a clap of thunder. Jenna put the book down.
"Okay, this is sounding familiar."
She cast her mind back to when this odyssey began, to the mountains of Jasper when she disappeared with a copy of Atlas Shrugged.
Her cabin backed up against the woods, which were dense and impenetrable. Other cabins were close by, but it was essentially a solitary place, which was why she had chosen it. On the first day of her arrival, she was exhausted and went to bed early, snuggling under the comforter with a glass of wine and her book until she was too tired to read anymore, and so she switched off her lamp.
White flashes of light accompanied by a whirring sound woke her up. They were coming from outside her window and to the left, from a source just beyond the periphery of her vision. Bright swaths of light moved past her window like a lighthouse in the gloom, accompanied by loud, mechanical swishing noises. As she lay there paralyzed, she thought about all of the possibilities and then decided to get up and investigate. Curiously, she didn't feel frightened; in fact, she felt at peace. However, as she started to sit up she became immobilized. Her eyes got heavier and heavier as if she was being drugged, and then she sank back into the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day was beautiful and sunny; birds chirped and played in the trees outside her window. She ran over to see if there was any way that something that large and mechanical could have landed there, but from the density of the trees she saw that would have been impossible. She asked others from the cabins close by if they had heard anything but they said no; in fact, they had never slept better - a deep and peaceful sleep,
It was after this that the dreams and visions of Christ began.
"Okay, this is sounding familiar."
She cast her mind back to when this odyssey began, to the mountains of Jasper when she disappeared with a copy of Atlas Shrugged.
Her cabin backed up against the woods, which were dense and impenetrable. Other cabins were close by, but it was essentially a solitary place, which was why she had chosen it. On the first day of her arrival, she was exhausted and went to bed early, snuggling under the comforter with a glass of wine and her book until she was too tired to read anymore, and so she switched off her lamp.
White flashes of light accompanied by a whirring sound woke her up. They were coming from outside her window and to the left, from a source just beyond the periphery of her vision. Bright swaths of light moved past her window like a lighthouse in the gloom, accompanied by loud, mechanical swishing noises. As she lay there paralyzed, she thought about all of the possibilities and then decided to get up and investigate. Curiously, she didn't feel frightened; in fact, she felt at peace. However, as she started to sit up she became immobilized. Her eyes got heavier and heavier as if she was being drugged, and then she sank back into the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day was beautiful and sunny; birds chirped and played in the trees outside her window. She ran over to see if there was any way that something that large and mechanical could have landed there, but from the density of the trees she saw that would have been impossible. She asked others from the cabins close by if they had heard anything but they said no; in fact, they had never slept better - a deep and peaceful sleep,
It was after this that the dreams and visions of Christ began.