Submitted by Asia Brown (Vocalist Class of 2017)
“Thank you!” Amelia said as she hugged me and gave me a small peck on the cheek
“No problem,” I assured her with a smile. With glance at her parents, she was gone into the phantasmic light.
Yes! Another successful crossing.
My name is Isabel, and I am a guide. When someone dies with a soul tainted by negativity, their souls go into a purgatory state.
My job is to help them through their problems so they can cross into the light.
I first realized my calling when I was twelve. My older brother Connor had a big argument with my parents. As he drove away in fury, he hit a turn too hard and wrapped his car around a pole. He died. I didn’t find out until much later that they had to cut the car away to get to his mangled body.
At his funeral, I got up to go to the bathroom to get myself together because I had been crying all morning. That’s when I saw him in the hall.
I thought that I was seeing things. I closed my eyes and opened them back up again. He was still there. I couldn’t believe it, he was sitting right there in front of me, looking every bit as alive as I was.
“Connor,” I stammered.
He looked up at me in surprise.
“You can see me!” he yelled.
“Yeah of course I can, I thought…” As I was saying this, some distant relatives were coming down the hall.
“Shh-” he said, with his finger to his lips. I stopped talking and stood perfectly still while my second or third aunt Selma and her sister walked by, eyeing me suspiciously. As soon as they were out of sight, I turned back to Connor.
“They didn’t see you,” I said in disbelief.
“I know. I think only you can.”
“Because I think you can help me get into the light.”
“What?” But before he could answer, a man materialized out of nowhere. He looked young, maybe thirty, but his grey eyes held centuries of wisdom. He wore a thin white cloak.
“Hello, Isabel. Nice to see you again, Connor. My name is Gabriel,” he said with a bright smile.
“You are called to do God’s bidding. You will be the bridge between Earth and the light of those who die with remorse, guilt, anger and sadness tainting their souls.” By the time he finished, my jaw was on the floor.
“Er…I…uh…what?” I stammered.
“Izzy, you guide us to the light.”
“How?” I wondered.
“Don’t worry, I will help you as you guide the drifters to the light. Starting with your brother.”
“My parents can’t see me,” Connor said with a somber look.
“When Isabel reveals you, only they will see you. When her bidding concludes, you will go into the light, and your parents will forget seeing your spirit, but the feeling of peace will stay with them. Come, you’ll see.”
“Honey, are you alright? You haven’t spoken since the funeral,” my mother says after locking the door.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lied, eyeing Connor and Gabriel walking through the closed door.
“Are you ready?” Gabriel asked. I took a deep breath as I turned to my parents.
“Mommy, Daddy, I have to show you something.” I looked to Gabriel, who gave me a reassuring smile. Then I looked at Connor.
“Go ahead,” he encouraged. My parents followed my gaze with questioning eyes. Finally, I closed my eyes and concentrated, just like Gabriel showed me.
“Sweetie,” my dad said. I held up one finger. I opened my eyes when I heard my father gasp.
“Oh my,” my mother said. Connor materialized in the living room.
Three hours later, Connor went into the light, and I began my journey.