Rapture For the Better
By
Robert J Gehrke
Robert J Gehrke
The alarm clock interrupted the stillness of my bedroom. The shadows hanging over me were like countless arms reaching out to smother the life from me. I jumped. I had been in the middle of a dark and dreaded dream. The air in the room felt hot and stifling. The dream was something about religion, the Rapture, and the End of the World. What was that crazy dream all about? Let me see now. I think I can remember…
It started out this way. I was in a dark street full of nameless, faceless people who were chanting, swaying back and forth, and all of them were reaching for the sky. As they swayed back and forth they sang sounds in minor keys as if they were crying, and wailing in a hypnotic trance of worship and prayer. Their conciseness was fixed on the sky above them. I found myself standing among them but not participating in any part of their transcendental communion. As they continued their unabated dogmatic fervor, lightening flashed, and a large crack of thunder rang out through the thick heavy air. The earth below our feet shook violently. Everyone around me began screaming and crying out to the dark clouds above the broken crumbling skyscrapers. The clouds continued flashing intermittently full of lightening that thundered down to shake the unsteady earth we stood on. Large drops of deep colored red rain began to fall down on us turning our clothing red, and it burning us with the hot feel of boiling water.
As I stood there dripping with the life force of what I could only guess was the blood of millions I watched and waited with the others around me. Then a very strange thing started to happen. A few people near by me started to rise up off of the ground. With arms outstretched they rose higher and higher into the air. I too started rising, but to my surprise I stopped short. I panicked and looked down to see a shackle wrapped around my ankle with a large lock on it. It was attached to a large linked, but short chain. The chain bolted me to the asphalt and it was holding me back from floating into the air. As I reached for the sky I could feel the others around me still on the ground grabbing my legs, and pulling me back down. I frantically kicked and screamed as the surrounding crowd engulfed me with their arms. I remember it all now. No wonder I woke up in such a deliriously feverish hot sweat of sorts. Wow, what a dream that was!
As I lie in my bed among the sheets that cover my nakedness I thought back about the dream I now saw as a dilemma. The dilemma seemed both complex and simple at the same time. Might I be taken up to the heavens with the special select, or would I be one of the many left behind to perish in the last days of sorrow and pandemonium? I had always heard about these crazy times, but I had never had a dream about them. Could I have broken the chains that bound me in time to be whisked up to certain safety, or was I like many others destined to remain behind and suffer with the others also left behind who were not fit to be among the chosen?
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It started out this way. I was in a dark street full of nameless, faceless people who were chanting, swaying back and forth, and all of them were reaching for the sky. As they swayed back and forth they sang sounds in minor keys as if they were crying, and wailing in a hypnotic trance of worship and prayer. Their conciseness was fixed on the sky above them. I found myself standing among them but not participating in any part of their transcendental communion. As they continued their unabated dogmatic fervor, lightening flashed, and a large crack of thunder rang out through the thick heavy air. The earth below our feet shook violently. Everyone around me began screaming and crying out to the dark clouds above the broken crumbling skyscrapers. The clouds continued flashing intermittently full of lightening that thundered down to shake the unsteady earth we stood on. Large drops of deep colored red rain began to fall down on us turning our clothing red, and it burning us with the hot feel of boiling water.
As I stood there dripping with the life force of what I could only guess was the blood of millions I watched and waited with the others around me. Then a very strange thing started to happen. A few people near by me started to rise up off of the ground. With arms outstretched they rose higher and higher into the air. I too started rising, but to my surprise I stopped short. I panicked and looked down to see a shackle wrapped around my ankle with a large lock on it. It was attached to a large linked, but short chain. The chain bolted me to the asphalt and it was holding me back from floating into the air. As I reached for the sky I could feel the others around me still on the ground grabbing my legs, and pulling me back down. I frantically kicked and screamed as the surrounding crowd engulfed me with their arms. I remember it all now. No wonder I woke up in such a deliriously feverish hot sweat of sorts. Wow, what a dream that was!
As I lie in my bed among the sheets that cover my nakedness I thought back about the dream I now saw as a dilemma. The dilemma seemed both complex and simple at the same time. Might I be taken up to the heavens with the special select, or would I be one of the many left behind to perish in the last days of sorrow and pandemonium? I had always heard about these crazy times, but I had never had a dream about them. Could I have broken the chains that bound me in time to be whisked up to certain safety, or was I like many others destined to remain behind and suffer with the others also left behind who were not fit to be among the chosen?
Sample text complete. To read more go to Amazon. com and order my book by Robert J Gehrke "Terrifically Twisted Tales." You can order the book on Amazon Kindle and in Paperback at Amazon.com. I hope you enjoy the book.
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