Imperial (Insight #8)(17)
“Glory,” he whispered with that velvet voice of his. “We are still within the temporal realm. No emotion is needed for you to invoke, for they give such an energy freely.”
I lifted a brow as I felt the bliss of the air. Like all bliss, there was pain within the energy, sacrifice and hardship, but that didn’t matter; these souls had risen above those damaging emotions, and for this moment, they were in bliss.
“I listened to you,” he said tenderly. “I heard your raging words over and over in my thoughts. I saw the face of our Creator, the peace He wanted us to bring to the human souls, the agony we were invoking in His absence. I knew there had to be a middle ground. There had to be answers that anger was masking.”
The golden doors that stretched hundreds of feet in the air opened, and a rush of energy pushed my long hair off my bare shoulders. Warm chills eased across my skin, but before I could clearly feel them Vade held out a light jacket that he’d manifested. I pushed my arms through the soft material. Slowly, he adjusted the collar before he buttoned each of the large round buttons. With one swift move, he tied the belt around my waist then clenched his hands around my hips. “You’re cold because you’re famished. Because you have not immersed your soul in all that is divine.”
“What is this place?” I asked gently, knowing that I was not cold, not with him this close to me. Yet I welcomed the care he always provided for my every need.
A ghostly smile echoed on the corners of his lips. “A temporal realm…when souls engage with their gifts, they ascend to this place, they give all that they are freely, they take all that they need freely. It is a balanced meeting ground.”
I glanced forward into the vast dark room before me. “Is this the new Realm? Is this the place where we help them now?”
His pain took over his grin. “No, this is where they help us, where they help everyone.”
Vade reached for my hand and gently urged me forward. With my next step, I heard a violin. It was not alone; others fell gently into place, as did a piano, then horns. A full symphony began to serenade the air.
The doors behind us closed slowly and before me darkness still reigned, yet I could sense the souls of others. Their essence, as always, was beautiful.
“You can see them if you wish,” Vade said as he squeezed my hand tenderly. “Their energy will shape their corporeal beings.”
As soon as he said that, it was if someone were slowly turning the lights up in the massive hall.
I could see them, a vast orchestra, instruments and their beings as far as the eye could see. The space around was most varied. I could see Earthly chapels and theaters just as clearly as I could see their homes, fields, anywhere they chose to craft this gift their Creator had given them.
I refused to breath in, to accept something this divine. My purpose was to take what they could not bear, not take what was precious to their souls.
A few steps further, a massive choir began to sing; the men first, the women following delicately. As they embraced each word that left their lips, I felt the male voices vibrate deep within my soul and heard the angelic sounds of the women whisper to my thoughts. As with the orchestra, the space around their images varied, displaying for us exactly where they were at this moment in the corporeal world.
I wondered if they knew, if they felt this where they stood. If they were aware that their souls were reaching up and they were meeting in this sacred place, that together they were displaying a power that any sovereign could only dream of harnessing.
Among the voices of the souls and the majestic instruments, there were others; dancers, artists, every creative experience was laid out before me.
“Breathe in, Glory,” Vade said to me as he pulled me in front and allowed me to lean against him and gaze up at the wondrous sights surrounding us. They seemed to go on for an eternity in each direction.
“This belongs to them?” I replied humbly.
His arms tightened around me. “You give them power when you accept the gifts within them. They know when they are heard, felt, and seen…they will feel your grace, your divine approval, and they will create more energy, and that energy will be even more pure than what is in the air at this very moment.”
That was impossible. I was sure of it. Nothing could be more divine than witnessing this many souls across so many dimensions embracing their righteous gifts.
When the choir of children began to sing, I knew that thought was wrong. The air was laced with their innocence. The harmony, the beautiful sound that escaped their souls was so stunning that it was painful.
I felt Vade’s lips against my neck. “Breathe, my adored. Breathe in this power.”
It was not his words but his warm breath that forced a gasp I never would have volunteered. With that sharp inhale of air, my soul was charged, the beauty of each instrument; each voice swam through my being.
Unlike the Escorts’ energy I’d taken for eons, this energy was instant. Like a raging flood, it swarmed through my being, washing away the dullness that vacant time could manifest. It was a warm rush that I felt electrify my soul. I’d never consumed something so precious. I’d never felt this satisfied.
Numb, humming from within, I began to sway, but he held me tightly against him.
“That’s it, my adored, once more.”
At this point, I wasn’t sure if it was hearing him call me his adored or the energy in the room that was searing my soul with utter bliss, but I knew I felt a heavenly power beaming from within. I knew that the auburn laced with green had left my eyes and that right now I was glowing from my core, that the glow was now seen in my honey eyes.