He’s Out of My Life

clip_image002“Get out of my life!!!!”

I was standing on a platform. Tears streaming down my cheeks. Hands bound on metal chains. I couldn’t make out the shape of the room; it was pitch black. I was accompanied by the deafening silence, and the still humid air made my breathing more laborious.

A sound. No. It’s a whisper. Shhh, is that what you hear when metals clank. What? I thought it was a faint laughter. Were they talking about me?

A nerve-wrecking shriek!

Hands! Those hands were reaching out to me. That special aroma lingering through my nostrils. I would have loved to own that thing. But, no! I abhor the feeling. Something was going on in my body. My heartbeat tripled. My veins popped out. My body was without flesh. I was rotting in front of me.

Just when I was about to believe that I had become a corpse, I opened my eyes and found myself in a highly-illuminated space.

From afar, I saw a door left ajar. Curiosity won, and I peeped. And lo! That was the most enormous screen whose size I never did imagine. I adjusted my eyes and focused on the screen. But ... That was me!

“Now, you’re out of my life!!!” I declared with full conviction.

The past week’s circumstances put me into that situation. Helplessness, boredom, angst, hatred; name it, I had that. It was like seeing my own self being pulled down 6 feet below the ground, with Hades waiting for my grand entrance in the Underworld, and Satan’s goons grinning at me for a job well done.

I placed myself in a very dark room, where Jesus was never welcomed, and where pain was nurtured ‘till it exploded. I knew very well the cruelty of my actions; I didn’t want to dive into the universe of negativity, but I chose to harden my heart.

But I’ve survived! The angels lifted me up and brought me back into God’s sanctuary. They bathed me with Holy Water; they anointed me with the purest of oil; and, they blew life into me – a life that promises a new beginning.

Satan’s out of my life.

HE’S OUT OF MY LIFE.

He doesn’t deserve my loyalty, nor does he deserve my respect.

There will not be a chained and imprisoned me anymore. Never again!

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