Strange Chamber Visit

 I awoke from a good, sound sleep and there it was – hovering over my bedhovering over me! About a yard in length, I was staring in awe at a giant candlestick. A marvelous glowing flame engulfed the wick on top a fluorescent white body that emitted a resplendence equivalent to the sun. Its brilliance was beautifully framed by the blackness in my room – blackness as thick as a London “pea souper”. But to my surprise, what struck me as odd is that this great, shinning object illuminated nothing in my room. There was no ray of light highlighting the many trinkets on the shelf above my bed, or beams brightening the drafting table next to my bed. There were no reflections of light or of a candlestick for that matter, in the mirror that hung on the wall just opposite this object of wonder. There was only the complete absence of light around the room. The candlestick that lingered, floating above me like a marionette suspended by strings seemed only to brighten my eyes – illuminated something within me. What? I know not. Only that it reminded me of a Biblical text that encouraged people not to hide the light under a bushel. But if people possessed a light such as the one I have seen, hiding it would be impossible.

My thoughts of it are uncertain. Perhaps my perception was broadened in respect to a certain conversation I’d had with a fellow traveler on a bus ride the previous day. That people’s confidence in the Creator lies in the fact that they can request anything aligning with the Creator’s word and the supplication will be fulfilled. Or perhaps the candlestick was a sign that I was traveling on the right road – that the path had been illuminated and that I no longer walked in darkness. Or perhaps it was just something pretty for me to look at and reminisce about and wonder why I was privileged to see it.

Although riveted by the enormous beauty, my thought processes were also, somehow convoluted because without even thinking of or interrogating myself of the action I should take, I turned on the lamp at my bedside to see more of the candlestick and it vanished.

Antoinette Clinton

Copyright 2013

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About Antoinette Clinton

Writer, Reading Specialist I like reading, writing, arts and crafts, racketball and alternative medicine.
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5 Responses to Strange Chamber Visit

  1. Lynn Smith says:

    excellent writing ! i love your creative thinking!

  2. Hmm it appears like your site ate my first comment (it was super long) so I guess I’ll just sum it up what I wrote and say, I’m thoroughly enjoying your blog. I as well am an aspiring blog blogger but I’m still new to the whole thing. Do you have any recommendations for novice blog writers? I’d genuinely appreciate it.

    • Antoinette Clinton says:

      Omer, Hi,
      Forgive me for not noticing your comment sooner, thank you so much for enjoying it so much – I try to post often. I too am a novice blogger, mainly struggling with promoting it but just sign-up on wordpress or blogspot and go for it…whatever you want to share…I hope to follow your work as well.

      Antoinette

  3. It’s a shame you don’t have a donate button! I’d most certainly donate to this brilliant blog! I suppose for now i’ll settle for book-marking and adding your RSS feed to my Google account. I look forward to fresh updates and will share this site with my Facebook group. Talk soon!

    • Antoinette Clinton says:

      Hello Jacinto,
      Forgive me for not responding sooner…somehow, I didn’t see your comment. But thank you for enjoying my blog so much and thank you for sharing it. I hope you continue to enjoy the stories and poems – I try to post often.

      Antoinette

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