Unfortunately, the deeper the descent into his grip, the more undeniable the truths become. It's as if being trapped, alone, within an all consuming, dark theater and with no predictability I am jolted into awareness by a cold, targeted spotlight aimed directly into my eyes. I struggle to filter the blinding ray in an effort to protect myself from whatever "may" be coming at me from behind the piercing light. The only perceivable sound is that of my own blood coursing through each vein with a pulsating, vengeance canceling out all attempt to hear an oncoming threat. And just at the moment it feels our heart will surely explode in terror-- the light dims; Evil steps beneath the spotlight; demanding I acknowledge Its presence. The light beam then suddenly re-intensifies and after a few seconds of strobing flashes; I find myself, once again surrounded by darkness. The residual effects from the strobe leaves me with undeniable flashes of the Evil presence that had just stood before me. As my mind grapples to instinctively process what has just occurred, my heart (I believe) fights with just as much fury to deny its validity.
The room lighting returns to normal, the window shades slowly lift; the Sun's warming rays fill the room; leaving only the stage darkened. The exits are open; my family enters; friends, pets, activities go on as normal, with only myself left with the acknowledgement of the Evil that supernaturally maneuvers within my life.. The creature with the patience of Job, who charmingly and meticulously plots his attacks. I am all that stands between my terrorist and his prize. I am the only threat to this fantasy life he has spent years creating. I, alone, must chose to fight or surrender. Either, is equally as risky and potentially fatal. I, alone, because only I can choose fight and defend myself and my children against this illucid creature. I am not only in the fight to save my life, but even more horrifying, we believe that we too because of our awareness of the evil that waits to destroy us, are left fully acknowledging that we are responsible to defend the lives of all of his unwitting targets; our children and sadly... even the very monster who seeks to destroy us. Yes, even He must be saved from whatever Evil has stolen his soul from him. There is no one to hear my cries; no one to hear my screams; no one to save me. Without eyes, a mirror is just a glass. cl'13
