And here we are, dear reader; and also dear reviewer, who comments without even read what others have spent time to create, at the high pinnacle -
the creation of the lands of Narnia and the inhabitants thereof are as little of mine ownership as is the creation of this world and the reders of this story-
To each the glory he or she is entitled :)
THE THRONE INSIDE THE GATE
The gate was huge. I can not say how tall or how wide it was, only that it was wide open and felt welcoming. Going through the gate I realised it could actually be closed by a likewise huge door of sorts, made in some white material, with streaks shimmering in weak pastel colours. Had I been on earth, I would have thought it was lined with mother of pearl, or any material simulating its features.
- "The gate is made by one single pearl," I heard from behind, "and it will always be open, except during the night." Not knowing why (yet, I found out later) I very much doubted it would ever be dark; thus the gate being always open.
- "However, He is waiting you now. Please proceed!"
I never doubted who He would be. Instead my heart leapt with joy as I went though the gate and again turned to the right. Inside the wall was a small square or a plaza, closed off to itself by a low perpendicular wall inside the city, below which was a platform or podium of such. On that stood a throne; and on the throne sat – HE himself.
He who in my world had another name than Aslan radiated light, life and glory, almost to the extent that it was hard to look upon him! Still he was not only the most radiant and illuminating I ever saw, He was at the same time the most beautiful and loving I have ever experienced. Or rather, he was more than brilliant, more than powerful, more than upright and more than loving. My simple words are in no way fit to described all which radiated from Him and through me.
I fell to my face.
I fell to my face before Him, but not because I was scared; no, I did it out of my heart's full longing to worship Him, to love Him, to exalt Him; to sing my praises to him in such a way that even the most qualified choir on Earth would fall behind – but I found I could not utter a word!
Such was the love that flowed from Him into me that my eyes were filled with tears and my voice simply was not able to obey the hot wishes of my Heart. I could only lay there, in front of the throne and be filled with all His light and love and peace.
I can not say how long time I was just laying there, being more happy than I have ever been. I can't even say if time matters in that great City. Eventually, however, he spoke to me:
- "Welcome my precious and beloved child."
- "It would give me much joy if I might see your face. May I please ask you to stand up for me?"
And so I did; and his flaming eyes pierced me, and I thought I would hurt from memories of what in my life had not been well or worthy Him. But his eyes went through me, and reached all memories and engulfed them with His love and seemingly they changed. What had been good was magnified, but what had been bad was healed, so it never would affect my future ever again.
And then it all happened so very sudden that I could not prevent it or even have a say against it. The blue velvet was carried to his side, and He lifted the crown and put it on my head.
Now I fell to my face again; this time remembering to take hold of the crown and set it before me, and I cried out my whole beings' knowledge of not being worthy. But as suddenly as He whos name is not Aslan and in my world had not revealed Himself as a lion had put the crown on my head – like sudden the golden light and the breath of Aslan surrounded me and he spoke:
- "My son, you ARE worthy, because I have made you so. Please stand up again."
His words having given me strength, I mustered it and rose. Before me He stood, in the way He was revealed in my world, hand outstretched.
- "I am going to present you to the Father. You must see Him as he really is, and enjoy the Glory of His Face."
This is when I for the first time realised that there was an exit from the throne square, an entrance to the City. It had been covered by a thick curtain, however, now moving slightly as by a breeze; as to reveal itself to me.
Wearing again the heavy crown of gold, set with precious stones, and the lovely white garment; I was taken by the hand and began to walk towards Eternity.