There's a ringing in your ears, all day. When you finally slump into bed, the ringing fades...and slowly, out of your slumber, you seem to hear your name being called: a whispering, familiar voice. It's the voice of your father...who is gone, but not forgotten. He's talking to you now, a warm light in the darkness of your lonely room.
The Presence seems to embrace you, and your heart is still. The soft, transparent light shines deeper, and the voice seems to echo from afar. "My Sweet Child, it is hard to contact you from this world so far apart, but my Love has found the door." Your mind is suddenly awake, straining for the words. "I have a message to bring you. Listen to it well. I shall stay only briefly." The message is fading, and the ringing again invades your earlobes. "Your tree is life...your choice is right. But the burden dwells within. You must seek the Higher Plane." Suddenly the poignant whisper fades gently into oblivion.
This all seems incredible, impossible. It can't be true. The experience leaves you drained emotionally, and you sink deeply into an overwhelming sleep.
The next day, while the dream is still lingering on your mind, you...
You land in the path of a car careening out of control, the earth vibrating as it screeches through the empty street. You realize too late...you should have jumped to the "tree" that your father had mentioned. The tree of life!
You land at the foot of the tree...a place of safety. A car with a blown-out tire is careening over the rural dirt road, out of control, vibrating the earth as it screeches over the spot on which you were previously standing.
The small vehicle lands in a ditch, and a huge burst of flame arises from the hood.
Suddenly you recover your senses, staring into the smoke and fire. Seeing the driver slumped inside, you...
The vehicle is locked from that side! You realize too late your father's prior admonition: "Your choice is right." Because of your error, too much time has elapsed! You stare helplessly as the flames engulf the inside of the driver's compartment, while the victim is trapped hopelessly within.
The air is ripped apart, but miraculously...the hurling fragments miss you completely. Good thing you recalled your father's message! By seeking the Higher Plane, you chose the one spot on which you were spared from the exploding threat!
Now you are both, finally, free of danger. The victim you've rescued is slowly regaining consciousness. She is muttering, gratefully...calling you an angel.
But you know it's not an angel who saved both of you. It was listening to a voice from your past, a voice calling to you through an open door...a door called Love.