Destiny of Coins by Aiden James

Author:Aiden James [James, Aiden]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Horror, Dark Fantasy, Fantasy, Romance, Thriller, Action & Adventure, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction, Mystery, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Men's Adventure
ISBN: 1492390348
Amazon: B00AOP6V7C
Publisher: Aiden James Fiction
Published: 2013-12-18T14:00:00+00:00

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I didn’t expect to sleep much at all after I laid down to rest. I’m not even sure when it was I drifted off that night, as most nights if I do sleep a few hours, my mind completely shuts down. At least my awareness does. Although, the slightest creak of a floor will awaken me immediately—an occupational hazard, fed by many years of covert work for a litany of empires and governments.

But no such creaking floors have ever existed in this ancient castle of granite. And, whereas I normally don’t recall my dreams lucidly, that night proved to be a double exception.

In my first dream, I was walking along the veranda toward the stairs. Unlike earlier that evening, the castle lay dormant. All my companions, including our Essene hosts, had retired for the night. The reception area below lay empty, and was dimly lit by security lamps.

But where the stairs had been earlier was an immense hole in the castle wall, and on the other side of this gaping wound was a brilliant light. The light’s rays poured into the castle, and I couldn’t stop myself from picking up my pace as I moved toward this light.

I should’ve known better. I should’ve tried to wake myself…at least that was the thought trying to catch up with my spirit as I ran into the garden. A garden I was quite familiar with in life, memory, and previous nocturnal visits.

Olive blossoms drifted down from ancient trees in full bloom, and the fragrance of lilies, poppies, crown daisies, and geraniums filled the air around me. Certainly other flowers were present as well, but the ones I mentioned are those overwhelming my senses.

I was in Gethsemane once more.

In Gethsemane and irresistibly drawn to a familiar stone bench from long ago. A robed figure sat there, enveloped in the amazing light emanating in every direction. Not an angel, but once a man…it was Him.

Jesus smiled as I approached, calling me by name and motioning for me to join him. I felt such joy at our reunion, though I remained fully aware of my heavy burden of guilt, hanging like a dark storm cloud above the ethereal glow of His presence.

“Judas…come near,” He said, lightly patting the other side of the bench for me to sit down. His azure eyes were nearly on fire in their unearthly splendor, more captivating than any I had ever seen—angel or man, mortal or cursed to walk the earth for eternity. It was as if the very energy force that created the entire universe resided in those eyes…and the way He studied me was beyond unsettling. Yet, I couldn’t look away. I sat down, held in this gaze while He gently touched my shoulder. “Do you know why I have come?”

“No.”

My answer felt honest—completely so. He chuckled warmly in response, subtly shaking his head.

“Are you certain?”

Truthfully, yes, I felt certain I had no idea—at least in the sense of my logical understanding. The guilt from the cloud casting its shadow seemed to be steadily increasing.

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