One day a woman named Louise fell asleep in her bed, and dreamed a very frightful dream. She dreamed that someone in the Underworld wrote a letter to her and it was to be delivered to her by a messenger.
The messenger passed between the lakes of fire and that surround the Underworld, and found his way to the door that would lead him to the outside world. Louise dreamed that the messenger walked to her house, came inside, and gently but firmly woke Louise up.
He gave her the message, saying only that a friend had wrote it to her from Hades. Louise, in her dream, with trembling hands took the letter and read:
My Friend,
I stand in loneliness now, and feel that you're to blame somehow. On earth, I walked with you day by day, and never did you point the way. You knew the lessons in truth and glory, but never did you tell the story. My knowledge then was very dim' you could have led me safe to Them. Though we lived together on earth, you never told me of the a lessons worth, and now I stand this day condemned, because you failed to mention Them.
You taught me many things, that's true. I called you "friend" and trusted you. But I learn now that it's too late. You could have kept me from this fate. We walked by day and talked by night, and yet you knew I'd never live on in Light.
Yes, I called you a "friend" in life, and trusted you through joy and strife. And yet on coming to the end, I cannot, now, call you "my friend".
Marsha
After reading the letter, Louise awoke. The dream was still so real in her mind that sweat dropped from her body in pools. She swore she could still smell the acrid smell of fire and smoke from her room. As she contemplated the meaning of her dream, she realized that as a Pagan, she had failed in her duty by her coven mate in explaining all that is entailed in each life. Taking the chance of saying "Oh well, I will get it right the next time."
As she thought of that, she promised herself that the next day, she would call Marsha and invite her to lunch and do some real talking from the heart about things that really matter when making your way to the Gods. The next morning she called Marsha and this was the conversation:
"Yes, Bill, is Marsha there?"
"Louise, you don't know?"
"No, Bill, know what?"
"Marsha WAS KILLED LAST NIGHT IN A CAR ACCIDENT. I thought you had known."
Fellow Pagans, is this your testimony? Are you assisting fellow Pagans that you are with everyday? Or will there be a friend of yours in Hades, asking you why you did not tell them about the Path of the Gods?
By: Marcus Cole
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