Invisible Terror Collection Part 18

I don't think I can buy that this super-loving G.o.d of ours can send innocent kids to h.e.l.l."

Becka nodded. "It's hard, I know. But the Bible says - "

"The Bible also says there's a heaven ... a heaven that sounds a lot like the place Julie saw." He turned to her. "You know the part I'm talking about?"

"Well, sort of ..."

He motioned toward the backseat. "Go ahead and check it out."

Becka turned to the back. Somewhere underneath all those clothes, books, CDs, and magazines was the Bible she had given him. The one he'd been reading almost every day. She started rummaging.

Ryan was an incredibly gifted guy. Unfortunately, neatness wasn't one of those gifts. She continued the search until Ryan pulled to a stop in front of her house. Then, without even looking, he reached back and produced the book. "You just have to know the system." He grinned.

Becka grinned back. It was good to see him smile again.

They'd only had a few small disagreements - not even real argu-ments - and none of them had gotten out of hand. She was glad this one wouldn't, either. Not that they didn't have discussions and debates. When it came to the Bible, they had lots of them.

Ryan always had opinions, but he was also open enough to ask questions or admit when he was wrong. Becka was always honest enough to admit if she didn't have an answer. But this talk on h.e.l.l ... wasn't h.e.l.l, like, a major part of the Chris tian faith?

Still, somewhere, deep inside, Becka had to admit she wondered, too, how such a loving G.o.d could send people to such a terrible place.

She watched Ryan flip through the worn pages. There was no denying it. She loved being around this guy. Somehow, without even trying, he made her feel warm and secure and a little trembly all at the same time.

She was clueless what he saw in her. It certainly wasn't her thin, mousy brown hair, or her five-foot-six, nearly nonexistent figure. And let's not forget her personality. As best she could figure, she didn't have one. Turn her loose at a party, and you could always depend on her to stand off to the side, doing her best imitation of a potted plant.

But not Ryan. He loved being around people. And they loved being around him. And for some unexplained reason, he especially seemed to enjoy being around her.

As he pored over the pages, his thick black hair fell into his eyes. Becka wanted to brush it back, to tenderly push it aside, but she knew better. Not now.

"Ah, here we go." He tossed his hair back. "It's in the last book of the Bible, Revelation." He began reading: " 'He showed me the Holy City, Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from G.o.d. It shone with the glory of G.o.d, and its brilliance was like that of a very precious jewel, like a jasper, clear as crystal.' " Ryan looked up.

Becka nodded. "It's true, that's exactly what she said she saw." He continued. "There's more: 'The angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of G.o.d and of the Lamb, down the middle of the great street of the city. On each side of the river stood the tree of life, bearing twelve crops of fruit, yielding its fruit every month.' " Again, he stopped and looked up.

Becka took a slow, deep breath. "Then what Julie saw really exists."

Ryan nodded. "So I was right. Non-Chris tians do make it into heaven."

Becka frowned. "I don't understand. I mean, the Bible ... it talks about heaven. We know it's real. But was Julie really there?" She shook her head in confusion. "The Bible talks about h.e.l.l, too. But ... I mean, it ... " She dropped off, trying to piece it all together. Suddenly she had an idea. She looked at Ryan. "What time do you have?"

Ryan looked at his watch. "A little before nine. Why?" Becka opened her car door. "I know someone who might be able to help."

"What? Who?"

She stepped out of the car and slammed the door. "Z." Instantly Ryan was at her side. "That computer guy on the Internet?" He tried unsuccessfully to cover his excitement.

"Beck, are you going to finally let me talk to this guy?"

"Come on," she said, "we don't want to miss him."

Julie couldn't explain it, but somehow, some way, she was entering the crystal.

Everyone had left her hospital room. She was all by herself, and she was tired. Dead tired. But not tired enough to ignore the beautiful, clear stone she held in her hand. It was like a diamond, the way it sparkled and refracted the light. Julie's forehead creased in concentration. What had the Ascension Lady said?

Her powers had been awakened, and she could use the crystal to summon her angel?

Normally, Julie wouldn't pay that much attention to the woman, but she kept thinking about her grandfather's words: "You're not ready ... There's something you must do first. A decision you must make." Maybe this whole thing was a part of that decision?

Then there was the fact that Priscilla had used concepts and phrases identical to the note Krissi had written for Becka.

Strange. Very strange ...

With that in mind, Julie had begun staring into the rock, looking deeper and deeper into its colors and its light. "Feel its power," Priscilla had said. "Push aside your own thoughts and merge with its energy."

At first nothing happened. Julie felt no power, no energy. But as she let her eyes blur, as she relaxed and let her mind empty, a strange sensation started to overtake her. She began forgetting about the hospital - the beige walls, the forest green drapes, the steady roar of the air conditioner, even the bed with its too-firm mattress and too-coa.r.s.e sheets - everything began to just melt away as though they were no longer there. As though she were no longer there.

And for good reason. She wasn't. She had entered the crystal.

She marveled at the incredible colors - their delicate patterns and diversity amazed her. And with the colors came the light. Brighter and brighter it grew, washing out the other colors, overcoming them with its brilliance until there was nothing but the light.

Julie felt excitement surge through her, but as it did so, the light suddenly dimmed and faded. Forcing herself to stay calm, she shoved her excitement aside and again allowed her thoughts to drift. As she emptied her mind, the light returned.

Apparently, it would remain only if she kept her mind free and open.

The light began to condense, slowly taking on a human shape. Immediately Julie knew it was an angel, but it wasn't the one she'd seen before. This one was different somehow ... Julie wasn't quite sure how, she just knew it was.

Then one difference became clear. Very clear.

This angel spoke. It was as though a thought was forming in her mind, but it definitely was not her thought.

I am an emissary sent from the Most High.

Julie's heart pounded. She was right! There was no doubt-ing who the Most High was, so this must have been what her grandmother was talking about! But as the excitement came, the light faded. Quickly she pushed her emotions aside, trying to stay calm, trying to stay empty.

More thoughts came.

I have been sent as your new guardian. You are most favored. You have been chosen.

For what? Julie thought back. Chosen for what?

There was a pause, then the reply.

You will undergo a spiritual awakening. You have been chosen to enlighten others, to raise them to a higher level of consciousness.

Julie started to tremble. All her life she had felt called to do something, to be a somebody. Of course, she had never told anybody that, but the feelings had always been there, pushed deep down inside.

Again, the light began to waver and fade.

Where are you going? Julie asked, startled.

You are too full of self. The being continued to fade. You must evolve past your own ident.i.ty, past the physical.

Please, don't go. Please ...

The light continued fading. The thoughts grew fainter. There is too much of you ...

No, please tell me what to do, I'll do it, just tell me.

The light was almost gone. Only a final thought remained behind: You must empty yourself. If you are to serve, you must be drained of self and filled with light.

But - Suddenly Julie was back in bed. There was no more light, no more voice, just the hard mattress and coa.r.s.e sheets - and Julie's heartsick emotions. She had failed. She had been called.

Called to something great.

But she had failed.

Julie reached over and set the crystal on the nightstand. She was too tired to try again, but she hoped for another chance. In a few hours she would be rested enough to reenter the crystal. She would work for as long as it took to go deeper into the mysteries of her guardian, to understand the great designs he had for her.

Even if it took all night. Or the next day. It didn't matter how much time it took.

She was not going to disappoint him again.

Becka slid into her brother's desk chair and fired up the computer. The blue glow of the screen lit both her face and Ryan's.

"BEAM ME UP, SCOTTY, BEAM ME UP." Cornelius, Scott's pet parrot, paced back and forth on his nearby perch. He had been with the family for as long as Rebecca and Scott could remember.

"MAKE MY DAY. MAKE MY DAY. SQUAWK! MAKE MY DAY."

Becka winced. When she and Scott had first taught the bird those phrases, they were cool and everybody quoted them.

Unfortunately, when the sayings went out of style, they neglected to go out of Cornelius's vocabulary.

"BEAM ME UP! BEAM ME UP!"

Becka turned back to the screen as the connection was made with the chat room. Z was Scott's mysterious friend, the one who had taken an interest in Becka and her brother from the start. No one knew who he was or where he came from, but he was a definite expert on the supernatural.

Becka pulled down the appropriate menu and clicked the mouse.

"You say he usually comes online around nine?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah, or we can just leave each other messages." Ryan nodded.

"Here we go," Becka said as she entered her brother's pa.s.s-word: "Dirty Socks."

Now they were online. She typed: Z? Are you there? It's me, Rebecca.

They waited. Even though Becka and Scott had talked to Z half a dozen times, it always frightened her a little. Not because Z knew so much about the occult, but because he knew so much about them ... personal things, things that n.o.body should know ... things n.o.body outside of the family could know.

Finally, the words formed on the screen: Good evening, Rebecca.

How was your visit with Julie?

Ryan gasped in surprise. "How'd he know we were there?" Becka shrugged, trying to shake off the uneasiness. "He just knows that stuff."

She turned back to the screen and typed: Z, Julie said she died and an angel took her to heaven. Is that possible?

After a pause the words appeared: Opinion regarding near-death experiences is divided.

In what way?

Some experts believe the experience is a hallucination - the effects of chemicals being released into the brain as it begins shutting down.

Becka nodded. Well, at least there was an explanation.

"Ask him about the others," Ryan urged. "He said some experts. Ask him what the others say."

Becka typed: What do other experts believe?

Many believe the soul actually leaves the body. That sometimes it is accompanied by an angel or angels through a tunnel to another dimension where G.o.d awaits.

You mean heaven?

They waited. There was no response. Finally Becka typed: If everybody who dies goes to heaven, then what's the point of being a Chris tian?

Another pause. This time it was followed by an answer: Chris tians believe when they stand before G.o.d's throne to be judged, they will be found innocent because Christ paid for their sins. Correct?

Correct.

Where do you suppose that throne is?

Becka looked over to Ryan, then typed: I imagine in heaven.

Precisely.

"Of course," Ryan slapped his forehead. "We should have known that."

Ryan leaned back in his chair. "Ask him about h.e.l.l," he said.

Becka nodded.

Z, I know the Bible talks about h.e.l.l. But how can a loving G.o.d send people there?

They waited, but no words appeared.

"Why doesn't he answer?" Ryan asked.