by Elizabeth Eagleton

Created on: July 11, 2008   Last Updated: August 14, 2010

The Brain has Two Faces

The sun was peering in through the make-shift sheet that was covering
the window. Rising, I felt terribly light-headed and out of breath. My legs
would not support me as I stood. Calling out for my children, they were no-where to be found. I panicked as I stumbled to the stairs and fell down the flight of steps. Hurt and bleeding, I looked around to find no-one. Where are my children?

My mind was utterly lost in the comprehension that my children were not here. No my children are not meant to be here, I am a prisoner being held against my will.

The blood was draining in my eyes and I could not see where I was. The smell was putrid and when I tried to get up glass shards went into my feet. The pain was unbearable. Suddenly, someone grabbed me by my waist, lifted me up, and started to say the Lord's prayer...Our Father who art in heaven, hallow be thy name...I started to scream but my voice was gone. I had no voice as I was kicking and trying to yell for help. Then reality set in...no one would hear me. Where is he taking me?

The footsteps grew louder has we approached the bottom of the stairs. There was a smell of church candles and burned ash. Reflections of making my first holy communion stood in my memory from these odors. Then I was dropped onto a cold stone slab. My wounds were serious and I passed out from the pain. Awakening to hear a group of men chanting in what sounded like Latin. It was then I realized that I was abducted because people in the small town where I lived thought I was the new born Stigmata. They prayed over me for what it seemed an eternity...Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee...I again tried to speak nothing. It was at this point I felt the shredding pain of thorns being pressed into my head. My screams went unheard. I twisted in pain asking why is this happening to me...then more excruciating pain while my feet were being nailed to a cross...how can this be happening?

My mind questioned my sanity and wondered if these people were actually doing me harm or trying to help me. Finally, the pain subsided as my wounds began to heal. I saw a bright light, my dead relatives where hovering over me praying in tongues, I tried to touch them but they only touched me. My unborn fetus snuggled next to me with eyes wide awake. He gave me love in a moment where I needed it the most. It was as if I were in heaven, a dream I always thought about.

Then I awoke and realized I was in a church basement and the priests that
were praying were kneeling over me chanting in tongues and when they saw me look at them, they deemed me Stigmata because I spoke in tongues while under duress and spoke the true words of the Lord, Jesus Christ. All of this information was like a dream to me and my memory failed me. Why me, I asked? The priests explained, "we found you in the field bearing the wounds of Jesus Christ." "Your children are safe and we would like you to meet the Pope and neighboring Bishops...they would like to examine you and speak with you in regards to this incident."

The whole experience left me knowing that I truly am someone special and endured extreme pain, but it all was worth it because I know I had a special bond with the big man upstairs.

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