finally I was lead to a strange and remote campus, at the center of which was a large and foreboding house. The lowest tier of the house was completely enclosed and the floor was the cold, bear dirt on which the house was founded.the walls inside were dark and char-coaled brick but there were some heavily curtained windows through which light streamed, not from outside of course, but from secret rooms in which beings were observing the goings on in the dark under-house.
Then I noticed what I instantly recognized to be our children- sitting at neatly constructed piles of dirt and playing that game called Trouble With The Pop-O-Matic Bubble.
they were shrouded in a kind of translucent haze.
They had both grown somewhat and the boy now had the appearance of a childhood version of myself except with thick rimmed glasses . likewise, girl looked like a little version of Chloë.
Her eyes were older though -full of empathy .
The little girl touched my face and said she wanted to show me what she had been given the ability to see.
she said that she had been made a witness to my travails and likewise to those of her mother.
she was able to transfer into my thinking that while I was searching , likewise their mother toiled in anointed prayer.
in fact -Chloë interceded with such surety and conviction that she had encased the children in an impenetrable bubble of love through which no evil thing could lay a hand on them ,even all this time.
whats more, she had interceded for me- bearing me up and guiding my steps even as she herself was guided.
For a second time I was overwhelmed- only this time by pure joyousnessity.