BRIGHT STAR

When I sat down with Father Jonathan, I just wanted to pray. As I looked into his eyes, they seemed to turn red. His mouth turned into a grin. He began to talk to me in a language I couldn’t understand. I jumped from my chair and tried to run. My legs were like water, unsteady and weak. I fell to the floor; my head was now spinning. The room turned dark. Suddenly I woke up. Was this all just a dream? No, Father Jonathan was still there standing over me! His face was changing now and his eyes now red as blood!! He spoke to me. “Son,” he said, “I have seen the IBLIS; it is in your soul and we can’t save you. You must free yourself! I will pray for you, but the IBLIS has damned you for all time.” As I tried to make sense of what he was saying I began to feel strange sensations in my body. I noticed my shirt had been torn, my chest was bleeding and my pants were wet and drawn. As I staggered away into the dawn all I could hear was a voice. It boomed like the beat of a bass drum. ” My son, don’t look so forlorn”. Then the ROOM FILLED WITH LAUGHTER! How you are fallen from heaven, O Day Star, son of Dawn! How you are cut down to the ground, you who laid the nations low! You said in your heart, ‘I will ascend to heaven; I will raise my throne above the stars of God; I will sit on the mount of assembly on the heights of Zaphon; I will ascend to the tops of the clouds, I will make myself like the Most High’" (Isaiah 14:12-14, NIV).