It involves a giant Church that I have dreamt about several times. In previous incarnations it was the Hagia Sophia church in Istanbul. I bought it for a ridiculously low price and had it transported to California. Once it was reassembled, I crawled all through it exploring every hallway and hidy hole. My feeling was that it isnt the wonder I always thought it was. It was full of decay and dark secrets.
Fast forward to last night. My middle daughter wanted me to take her to church. So, we went back to the rebuilt Hagia Sophia while a liturgy service was being held. The church had been painted and was full of cut flowers. Priests and various celebrants were all over the place along with a few parishoners, some I knew from our time in the church.
I sat down with my daughter to witness the liturgy. Soon, as group of very ugly monks along with a priest approached me and asked me to step outside. I obliged them and once on the front steps they became very aggressive towards me saying I didnt belong there and that I had to leave. I reminded them that I was the founder of this church and that I knew all its dirty secrets. They stood back dumbfounded while the priest said that they would excommune me and conduct a ritual to have me removed as the founder of this church.
I stormed back in to look for my daughter and the church was empty. The liturgy was over and everyone went into a back room, including my daughter. I stood there and cried because somehow I knew I could never enter that back room to go find her.
Perhaps these are the scars of chains from an old life? Once you bare their secrets you will never be welcome back no matter who you are.
Chilling
