From Part V…
Stealthily blending with the rocks, The Master moved forward with lightning speed. Stopping momentarily to spy-out the territory before Him, He could see the hoards standing watch in the distance…seemingly just waiting for something to happen. The Master smiled to Himself and arose with unflinching confidence, His Heart and Face set like flint to what awaited Him. Drawing forth His weapon, the ancient Bow of Lament, The Master, now as The Warrior, stepped from the shadows and issued forth an eerie howl.
His zeal for His beloved was about to be unleashed.
And, now, Part VI...
He’s coming for you, Adam. Just hold on a little while longer, my friend.
“Yes, Lord, I will,” he responded. And then, from somewhere deep within, came the cry of his reanimated heart: “For You Are My Refuge, O Lord, and My Ever-Present Help in times of trouble. In You, Lord, will I take great comfort and peace all the days of my life. Though mine enemies be many, hemming me in on every side, I know this: And that is, that victory is assured. For You, Who now lives inside me, are far greater than he who wanders the world lusting only for something to rip to shreds in his mouth.” In just a few short hours, The Echo had fused Himself to the very limits and thresholds of Adam's person hood. Such was the work of the indwelling Spirit within a regenerating man.
Effortlessly wielding His bow, with an almost selfless control, The Warrior moved toward the outer perimeters of the territory marked by the Lion of the Valley. The creatures dwelling there in that place began to converge upon him. Having adopted some of the instinctual characteristics of lesser created beings, they began to swarm about The Warrior, but He was un-phased by their contrived attempts to intimidate Him. He did feel a bit uneasy, though. No matter how great or skillful one might be, maintaining a healthy respect for the enemy and adopting a genuine posture of humility are the marks of a true champion. Even though it took little effort to dispense with the foes of this particular moment, The Warrior continued to maintain a humble stature, for He knew that the closer He got to the Lion’s Den, the more dangerous each encounter would be. And He knew that entering in under the influence of the Spirit of Humility would allow Him to cleanly, and unaggressively, detach from the emotional content of His current experience and enable Him with great equanimity to throw the full force of His Being into the fulfillment of His mission: the rescue of Adam.
The Father and Eve plodded ever onward toward the Mount of Dances…the place where heaven and earth kiss each other as intimately as young lovers. After a couple of hours, The Father stopped, for He knew that Eve needed to rest, and the thicket of rhododendron and mountain laurel would provide just the place where she could rest in the shadows for a while. They’d made good time, so The Father decided to allow her to sleep as long as she needed. They would reach the mountain several hours before His Son and Adam would anyway. He was very much looking forward to the ceremonial reunion and the lively celebration that would be sure to follow.
To be continued…
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