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"The Tabernacle of Fire"
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Copyright ©1998, Christine

To survive the demands of the world, I entered into the spirit. There, I met the phantoms of my father, reflections on the face of God. I could not escape life there; all my reasons for running met me in the spiritual world. I ventured deeper into the journey and confronted my deepest fears about God, trust, fear and lies. Afraid to move in any direction, I lay paralyzed near death, prone on the tabernacle of fire between hope and fear. Fear would have me believe I was the worst person alive and I feared death terribly because I believed in punishment. The light of gentle insistance tries to persuade me to unclench my fist from my litany of faults and to let them fall away.