“Almost my time for what?” Anne cried! “I can’t find a way to cross the river and get to you! Please tell me what to do!”
Part 38: The First Incredible Adventures Of The Girl With No Shoes
Chapter 3: The Dream
Anne was standing on a long road that stretched out before her. She was alone as she looked around. Most of what she could see was white as if a very heavy fog surrounded her. She wasn’t scared because she knew this place was not an evil place. She felt warm and as she looked down at her bare feet she saw that she stood on very gentle white grass. She had never seen white grass before, but she knew instantly that that is what it was.
Anne bent down and ran her hand along the tops of the blades of the white grass and as she did this the grass began to sing to her. She somehow knew the song that it sang. It was melodic and the music drifted up and past her like a gentle breeze. It calmed her and so she continued to run her hands atop the white grass listening to its song.
As she listened to the song sung by the white grass, she saw that the light of that place was growing brighter. The light grew and grew until Anne was completely enveloped by it. She stood to her feet, and standing she could not even see her own feet anymore so bright was the light around her. The light was warm and soft.
“Hello, my child.” A voice said. The voice seemed to emanate from all around her and it sounded like many, rushing waters. To Anne, the voice sounded gentle and kind, but also very strong.
“Hello.” Anne replied and then asked, “Who are you?”
“I am the before and the after. I am who was, who is, and who is to come. I am the way, the truth, and the life. I am the Light.” The Light said.
Anne knew that she was in the presence of Holiness Himself so she did the only thing she could think to do. She bowed down with her face to the white grass. Time passed or so it seemed to pass with her bowed before the Light. She did not speak or say a word or made a sound. She simply waited. The Light did not speak but simply was there with her.
“You are mine.” The Light finally said. “You are mine for all eternity. I am going to send you on an adventure. I want you to trust me.” The Light paused, then asked, “Can you trust me, Anne?”
“I will try.” Anne replied truthfully. Her parents had taught her to always let her yes be yes and her no be no. Having just met the Light, she knew she would have to learn to trust Him.
“Very well,” The Light said. “It is time for you to listen.” The Light’s voice faded away and with it the light around her faded as well and she was left once again standing on the white grass in the middle of the dense fog.
“It’s time for me to listen?” Anne thought. “I can do that.” So, Anne stood there and she listened. She heard the howl of the wind in the distance. She thought she heard the sound of rushing water coming from somewhere. She listened and listened.
“Anne of the Light!” A voice cried from somewhere in the whiteness. “Anne, come!”
“Come where?” Anne yelled back. “Who are you? Where are you?” Anne was suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of urgency. She felt she had to ‘DO!’ something. She felt she had to ‘GO!’ somewhere. This she knew with every fiber of her being.
“Do something! Go somewhere!” Anne thought to herself, but she couldn’t think of what to do or where to go. “I don’t know what to do! I don’t know where to go!” She cried out inside herself. The sense of urgency was growing as she left the white grass with its beautiful song behind and stood to her feet.
It was then Anne noticed that she wore a long white dress that flowed around her wonderfully. She did a spin around and the dress twirled around her, and it too seemed to sing a song in the air. She got lost in the sounds the dress made as she twirled round and round. She began to dance back and forth. Then she danced here and there. She loved the feel of the white grass on her bare feet and the feeling of the flowing white dress as she moved. She smiled and laughed giddily.
“Anne!” The voice cried again, “Anne Of The Light, come!”
Anne twirled about looking down both directions of the long road she realized now that she stood on. The road vanished into the whiteness in both directions. It was made of beautifully smooth white stones. They were river stones, she somehow knew. She had to do something. She had to go somewhere. She began to run down the road in the direction she thought the voice was calling from. As she ran, the smooth white stones beneath her feet sang to her just like the white grass and the white dress had before. This whole white fog was alive with light and music. She ran and ran and loved it. Each time her feet touched a stone it seemed to sing out a different tune. “Oh, this is wonderful,” she thought to herself.
“Anne Of The Light! My dear sweet child, you must come now!” the voice called from far within the distance of the white fog.
“I’m coming! I’m coming now! Where are you?” Anne cried out as she ran. She found she almost sang her reply to the sound of the music of the white stones beneath her feet.
She thought she should be afraid, but she wasn’t, somehow this wasn’t that kind of dream. “This is a dream, a good dream,” she realized, as she ran faster. “This is a dream of the future. I’m in a future-dream.”
As she ran down the road, suddenly she could see that the road began to go downward and there it ended at the banks of a river. She ran down to the very edge of the river. The water was white and beautiful. It had its own light as it passed by her on its journey downstream.
There was no bridge in either direction, neither up the river nor down it. And because of the bright whiteness of the dense fog, she couldn’t see the other side of the river. All she could see was the rushing of its white waters as it traveled past her. The river’s surface was such a bright white color that she couldn’t see into the water, beyond its surface.
“I’m at the river!” Anne called out across the river. “Are you across the river?” Anne yelled, cupping her hands around her mouth to focus her voice toward the direction of where she thought the opposite bank of the river must be.
“Anne! Anne Of The Light! Come quickly now! It’s almost your time!” The voice cried in the distance, and it seemed to carry across the river and reach Anne’s ears almost as if from all around her.
Anne desperately searched for a bridge or shallow water with which to cross the river. First, she searched to the north and then back again to the south. Somehow she knew that this river ran north to south, it ran up towards down. Still, she didn’t find a bridge or shallow waters with which to cross.
“Almost my time for what?” Anne cried! “I can’t find a way to cross the river and get to you! Please tell me what to do!” Anne sat down on her knees by the river. She reached out and touched its surface. The water that ran past her hand was icy cold and it sent a shiver up her arm.
Anne cried out, “The water is too cold to swim across!”
“Oh, Anne.” The voice whispered, “Heat the water then.” It suggested.
“How?” Anne asked. “How can I heat the water of the whole river?” A sudden wave of exhaustion hit her all at once. She was beyond tired and somehow knew she just needed a little rest. She began to lie down on the banks of the river, her eyes growing heavier and heavier.
“Wake up, Anne! You shouldn’t fall asleep on the banks of this river! Stand up!” The voice cried. “Touch the water again! Tell it to be warm and then swim across it.”
Anne stood up and shook herself awake within her dream.
“Touch the water and tell it to be warm.” Anne thought. She looked around and knew there wasn’t anything else to do but obey this voice if she was to cross. She bent over and touched the waters of the rushing river and said, “Be warm… now!” And to her amazement the water running over her hand warmed instantly. She stood up and took a few steps into the rushing water. It was very warm now and so pleasant feeling on her bare feet. She waded deeper and deeper until she could no longer stand. The river’s current was very strong, and Anne was surprised that she could stand at all. Around her now was just the rushing river and the whiteness above nothing else. She could tell she was being carried down the river quickly as she watched the bank she had come from passing by swiftly.
“Now come!” The voice called.
And so, Anne began to swim away from the bank she had entered from and swam out deeper into the white fog. She swam and swam now fully at the mercy of the rushing white river.
“Surrender!” The voice called and, somehow, Anne knew what she was supposed to do. She stopped swimming and just let go. She drifted, carried along now faster and faster by the rushing waters. The voice came once again and whispered over the rushing of the white waters around her, “Now you’re on your way, Anne Of The Light.”
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