Speaking to Phantoms

To put off your old self, which belongs to your former manner of life and is corrupt through deceitful desires, and to be renewed in the spirit of your minds, and to put on the new self, created after the likeness of God in true righteousness and holiness. Therefore, having put away falsehood, let each one of you speak the truth with his neighbor, for we are members one of another. Ephesians 4:22-25

Cole

I was so grateful to breathe the open air outside the tent. My heart was still pounding, and I could not stop the shaking in my hands. That was not an encounter I wanted to repeat anytime soon. Take off your blindfold. Suddenly, calm leaked out from my chest and pervaded my whole body. As if of their own accord, my fingers methodically went behind my head to untie the knot and the eye patch just fell to the ground.

“You really are a son of the King.” I immediately turned around to Madame Lucia’s familiar voice, but she didn’t look the same. Her clothing stayed the same, but her face had drastically aged. Her hair was a frazzled grey. Her lips were thin and sharp against her wrinkled face. Only the twinkle in her eyes proved her identity. “How did you change your appearance?” I asked.

“I have always looked like this,” she replied. Then she pointed at the ground where my eye patch lay. “Because you were wearing that contraption, you couldn’t use your gift to see what the truth was. My true self.” As I stood there stunned at her words, she looked ushered me to her side. Before I knew it, we were walking among the crowd.

“Shouldn’t we go somewhere private to discuss matters?” I whispered. Madame Lucia shook her head resolutely. “You have tried to hide yourself for so long that you have stunted your own growth.” She turned to look at me very sternly. “Don’t you know that if you don’t use your gifts that they will just wither away? You will ultimately cripple your own body.”

I had never thought of it in such away. By wearing the eye patch, I suppose I really have been crippling myself. I returned to my main purpose of being there. “Do you know how I can find Harmony?” Madame Lucia was silent for a few seconds before speaking. “Do you know why you are doing this mission?”

I looked at her wondering if she was possibly going senile. “I’m respecting Melody’s last wishes,” I said tiredly. Madame Lucia just shook her head at me. “No, it is much more than that.” As we continued to walk past the carnival booths, her voice softened oh so slightly. “Now that Prince is capturing the Forgotten King’s people, it is even more important to build each other up, use our arsenal, and equip each other with the truth to prepare for the new Kingdom.”

The burden of Madam Lucia’s intent didn’t set very well on my shoulders. It seemed almost impossible to accomplish. How can I possibly think of finding followers for King Elyon when anyone associated with Him are being hunted down like dogs. If that wasn’t bad enough, Prince who I knew as Ringmaster would love nothing more than making me pay for abandoning him and the Lost Circus.

Caught in my own musings, Madame Lucia spoke up, “And now, little children, abide in Him, so that when He appears we may have confidence and not shrink from Him in shame at His coming.” Her words thrilled my heart, but at the same time I was terrified at the prospect of Father coming back to see me. Even though He has given me a new lease on life, I have hardly done a thing to return the favor.

Then we both stopped walking, and I finally looked up to see that we were in the very center of the carnival. My knees nearly buckled as I really looked from face to face after face. Hundreds of people were here enjoying themselves, but I could see the shackled souls in each person. The mouths of the phantoms were wide open in silent lament. As if scales had been taken off from my eyes, I could see that I was surrounded by the living dead. Closing my eyes to the ugly truth, a lump came unbidden to my throat. “I was lost just like them; wasn’t I?” I asked my companion.

Madame Lucia patted my left cheek in a motherly way. “Yes, but I was like that once. If not for our Father, we would still be dead…You have been given the gift of discernment of spirits. Use your eyes to seek the truth and use your words and actions to guide the lost to the good news of the Forgotten King. This is the only way you will find Harmony.”

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