Johnny felt a strange presence in the room. A presence not visible but strong and somewhat inviting. It was a peculiar feeling. He searched his inner mind, stretching, reaching to find whatever it was he felt. He could find nothing, but it seemed to grow stronger.
It was soft, ghost like whisper. The voice sent shivers throughout his body.
The voice was no longer a soft whisper. It was still ghost like, but now echoed over itself, giving it an even more supernatural feel. It was a woman’s voice. Soft, gentle, and inviting, yet at the same time very hollow.
Suddenly the sphere began to glow with more richness. It didn’t get brighter, just more encompassing. As its glow increased, so did the hum resonating from within. The glow began to withdraw from the room and gather into the sphere as if it were being sucked in by some unknown power. As the light faded from the room, the sphere began to glow with more intensity. It appeared as if it were about to explode with a supernatural force. The hum was now a loud rush, as if tornado force gales had been forced into the room.
Right at the very moment it seemed that both sound and light would clash and ignite into a mad frenzy, everything came to a halt with a brilliant flash of green light. The hum stopped. And the light returned to its original soft glow and the tension in the room subsided.
In front of Johnny, hovering over the stone tablet was a figure of exquisite beauty. She was long and slender. She had raven hair, as black as the night, that flowed down her head and sat playfully on her shoulders. She was wearing a black, silk, sheer robe that was wrapped loosely about her in such a way as to reveal her neckline as it plunged into her chest cavity. She had a sash tied around her waist, again in a loose fashion. Her long slender legs, shown through the opening of her robe, were smooth and satin like. Her skin was a soft ivory shade, and it radiated softly, the same green glow that emanated from the sphere.
Perched on her back were two large, magnificent wings. They were a deep shade of midnight blue. And flapped with a methodical magnificence, enveloping the room with a current of air matching that of a summer breeze. The air swirled around Johnny and the angel, as he now assumed she was, in a whirlwind. Her hair danced in the wind playfully.
Her eyes were black as midnight, but sparkled like the milky way with every blink. Her nose was long, slender and pointed and her lips a deep shade of maroon.
As she lighted down on the tablet in the middle of the room, she folded in her wings against her back and motioned for Johnny to come closer.
© Alan “Jedi” Zaugg 2018