Whilst Will was away, Molly took advantage of the uninterrupted time to meet with Grace and do as much writing as she could fit into each day. Not much sleep was had, but she was able to get down in writing some good material for her next book. She had been sleeping or napping on the daybed upstairs in The Attic. In the early hours of this morning, she fell into a deep sleep, too tired to continue writing, her eyes heavy as her fingers tapped on the keyboard of her laptop, seeming to have a life of their own. The dream she experienced was more like a vision, so vivid and tangible. In this dream she felt immense pain ripping through her body with an intensity that brought her to tears. Unable to focus on anything else, she decided to confront this pain, to give it a voice, to hear what it had to say. Looking around her she felt disorientated. Where was she? At first she thought it was The Attic, but what had happened? The room appeared to have been gutted, of furniture, rugs, curtains and even the wall linings. The timber framework of the walls and external cladding were visible. Where was Grace? Was it all over? Was her relationship with Grace finished? Had she moved on? Had all of this just been a dream and now she was awake? Molly felt lost, empty and alone. The pain persisted like a spear through the core of her body. But there was more to it, as she was about to see. She wanted to reveal what was within this pain, and felt that it had a important message for her.
“Come on you bastard, come and face me now, no time to be shy Pain, this is it, your chance to do your thing. Come on, where are you? Show yourself!” Molly demanded fearlessly, dancing around the room in a play-fight pose, at the ready to defend herself. Pain appeared as a black hole in front of her. A terrifying, bottomless, black hole. Edging herself closer, she was cautious not to lean too far forward, not wanting to fall in. As she gingerly peered in, from within the blackness up sprang a hand which grabbed her and effortlessly pulled her in. Resisting, she struggled against the overpowering strength of an invisible other. Who was this? Who does this hand belong to?
The struggling is futile as it holds her tight, with another hand over her mouth unforgivingly, until she is too tired to continue the struggle. Reluctantly, she gives in.
The darkness whispers hoarsely, “I am here to warn you and you must listen. There are energies in here that are not in your best interest. You do not need to be here, however I have brought you into The Darkness to show you so that you will understand that there are dimensions within the World Between Worlds you must not go. (The Voice accentuating these last four words) Do not even contemplate bringing the Light into these places, for it will never, ever penetrate. These dark places are what create the balance of the Universe. Every thought that is created manifests somewhere in the Universe, this is the Place of The Dark Thoughts. Not all are negative, just dark – absent of Light, with ill-intention. You must understand that some things are best left alone, they do not require your attention whatsoever and do have a purpose, which again, this is none of your business. They are the products of the Dark Thoughts of Others, and even yourself, when you too have been visiting those Dark Places where you have wished for everything to end for yourself or for another. And I know you have had them! This is where they come, those Dark Thoughts. I am The Keeper of The Dark Thoughts. We do our best to contain them, prevent them from penetrating through the fabric of the Universe and into the Physical World, of coming into being. However, it is the Universal Law of Attraction that can bring these Dark Thoughts into being regardless. They have as much power as any other thought. Once these thoughts have been generated, they need somewhere to go, not all come into the Physical Realm and this is it. They do not cease to exist, they just have not manifested into the Physical Realm. Energetically, as a vibration, they still exist in this aspect of the World Between Worlds, having created a place where The Dark Thoughts resonate, along with those who choose to dwell here too. We are the guardians who dwell here intentionally, it is our job to contain these Dark Thoughts. However, when the focus of someone in the Physical World is on a Dark Thought with strong intention, it will be summonsed from here and is drawn into the Physical World, beyond our ability to contain it. It takes much more focus from someone on Earth to manifest a Dark Thought into being, because there are also angels who protect the Earth from such energies, holding a protective grid of Light active around the planet.”
Molly feels the sensation of immense pain subside and the hands release their grip. She hears a voice in the distance say, “It is not yours to rectify, let it go. It will all be taken care of.” As the vivid vision clears, and her focus in the present moment returns, Molly finds that The Attic has been restored to how she remembers it to be. Stunned, she sits cross-legged on the wooden floor trembling, unable to get up, her sweaty t-shirt clinging to her body. Grace appears standing by the fireplace, looking a little concerned.
“I am sorry Honey, that was a bit rough but an important lesson. It will help you to understand why not everything here is rainbows and unicorns. It all has a purpose, the reasons of which you need not be concerned about,” Grace says sternly, and then more gently, “Now, how about a nice cup of tea?”
Molly looks up at her from where she was sitting on the floor and nods her head, her body limp and still not able to put words together.
“I think maybe a little brew to help calm the nerves,” Grace suggests as she stroked Molly’s head wishing she could soothe her but knowing that she would be ok.