Eternity Dawns

The start of nightfall broke the slightness of silence. Most people were within their homes, dining, caring for children, flicking through the television channels for some interesting show, or just preparing to embark on a night out at a club, cinema, or some social place. Emiel had decided that one small glass of wine with dinner would not cloud her thoughts or ability. Now she sat on her balcony, glass in hand, looking across the sky. The world was beautiful, she thought. Every avenue of light – day, night, dusk, and dawn – gleamed a radiating glow that reflected the loveliness of life. At this moment, she refused to travel her mind to the lesser amounts of sweetness of existence. Focus all good intention, Emiel. You need to get through this, but not with negativity of thought or haste. Your mind is strong. You are a strong channel for connection, working for the greater good of all human kind. She smiled with these uplifting thoughts. She smiled, because she knew deep within as to the purpose of her existence, her life’s destiny. As a child, growing into womanhood, she had developed an intense acceptance of her reality, her truth, knowing fully well that she was not put here on this earth solely to find a man, settle down, get married and have children, to become rich and famous, or even to marry a millionaire and live a life of luxury. No, she was chosen for other things, and even at times when the path became rough, she realised that with perseverance and focus, she would reach and deliver her objective accordingly. That was why her present position of employment fascinated her in its entirety. Emiel relaxed in the high-backed chair. Some internal notion had told her to hold onto the key and to visualise the two shapes connected as one. She looked down at it, the blade and the bow, rotating the base of the blade in the palm of her hand. She closed her eyes, guiding the travel of her mind to commence from where the key had come into her possession. Emiel stood there in the darkness, feet firm and still. This was close, but closer would have enhanced the task. As she began to move, a soft beam of incandescent light glowed down the path in front of her. She slowed for the slightest of time, only to check for her safety. Her movement was steady and, cautious, eyes focused towards where her feet were taking her, the light offering clarity to her surroundings. A slight movement of air caused her to shift her eyes and head from one side to the other. Nothing. The orange door stepped through her vision, its brilliance of colour dancing in the distance. It was obvious as to why she had needed the key. She clung onto it tightly, footsteps drawing her nearer the door. Emiel felt she should prepare herself so that her concentration was not reduced through the unpleasant possibility of too much light upon opening the door as had happened last time. She didn’t need to over-concern herself about that; the rapid shifting of a dark towering figure plagued the space close to the door. She cursed without words this invasion. Had she expected differently? No! But it would have been nice. A deepened intake of air aided her ability to face this intruder and stand her ground as having every right to continue. A momentary lapse of awareness had misguided Emiel into believing she could somehow move past this fiend with minimal difficulty, believing lack of contact would safeguard her progress. Delusion within one’s mind was not a good playmate in Emiel’s profession, for any person’s success rate, even remotely. It was fortunate that the delusion lasted only a split second and was not actioned. Forward movement, momentarily suspended, built a foundation to formulate clarity – quick, precise, and direct, focusing intention, perspective, and achievement. Get in, get the job done, and get out, just as she had learnt in training, as she had performed countless times before, as she needed to do so now. It was that simple – no need for unnecessary hardship. Then why had she stopped moving forward? She had stopped because within that slight lapse of awareness, the figure had been granted the opportunity to act as they saw fit. She had allowed this to eventuate, and now she had to contend with it to decide and act upon the decision, and pronto. Naturally, her choices were limited for the proximity of this being did not allow her any more than ten steps forward without confliction. That was one thing she definitely wanted to avoid. But how? Do not connect eyes. Connect the key. “What?” she questioned through the silence. Having been blessed with excellence in the ability to project oneself through the mind, whilst maintaining hold of a solid metal key, would have you believing such a question should not possibly present itself within Emiel’s mind space. Questioning as to where the directive came from created an opportunity for enticement. Emiel looked to the face, and the connection was made, contrary to the unspoken command to avoid eye contact, which would have been a far better choice. One thing the majority of people understand is that in order to embark towards gaining total control of another being, the one seeking power over the other has to be granted the right to connect. No connection lessens the chance. Knowing, as this being did, how to initiate connection with Emiel had endowed upon him the opportunity he sought. Power granted, intensity and elevation are the two denominators left. The connection she made with the dark and sinister eyes shaded Emiel’s sensibility, but only fleetingly, for through the gap of space between them evolved a haze. A shade of dark grey mist that swirled and twirled, spiralling upward, growing in volume, encouraging the area between the fiend and Emiel to disperse some of its emptiness, allowing the grey mist to become dense and develop form and to take on the appearance of another embodiment.