Of Arcane Beginnings: Nephilim Unbound - Book Three by Jason Caldwell

Author:Jason Caldwell [Caldwell, Jason]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2021-07-22T00:00:00+00:00

I dwelled in my fractured mind, swimming in madness.

George remained in Montauk for two weeks, checking on me frequently. Sometimes I recognized him, sometimes I didn’t. I was told later that I often called him Finn and talked about his yacht. Duhnagaham was the next of my friends to leave. He had stayed an additional month.

Piotr stayed until ordered home by his religious supervisors. He prayed over me constantly, working his prayer rope endlessly.

Birgette and Alistair moved into my home on a more permanent basis. I slipped in and out lucidity and what most helped me to reconnect with my sanity were the words of a child. Alistair would sit with me, hour after hour. He would talk endlessly.

He made up little stories, he’d talk about the neighbor’s pets, the fish in the Atlantic and birds he was friends with. He was convinced that we were connected, and he expanded that to how everyone was connected. Alistair used a child’s vocabulary to discuss the deep truths he was convinced of.

As I began to find myself again, we discussed God’s love and what God wanted from me. Day by day, I grew stronger, more centered and closer to who I had been. A strange four-year-old boy of odd parentage was my lighthouse, guiding my journey.

After two years went by, I was strong enough to be on my own. They returned to France and came back every three or four months. A couple of years later they slowed down to visiting once or twice a year.

I eventually knew I was going to be okay, but I also knew that I was more damaged than ever and that I’d likely not survive another visit to that in-between place. Nightmares abounded, phantom knockings heard in the middle of the night kept me awake and my obsession with numbers grew deeper.

As their visits grew more infrequent, I knew that I needed something or someone to pour my love into. Someone to anchor me to reality, to sanity and normalcy.

Father Montgomery had been visiting me weekly and he began bringing me to Little Flower Orphanage more frequently. Walking through their door with the priest on a cool September afternoon, I found my anchor.

He was a frightened gap-toothed boy hiding behind the skirts of a nun, clutching her hand. I could feel him staring at me. Walking over to him, I squatted down so we were closer in height and I stuck out my hand.

“Hi. I’m Cynthia.” I offered what I hoped was a reassuring smile.

The nun gently bumped him out of his nervous hesitation with her knee. Remembering his manners, he extended his hand.

“Hi. I’m Pete.”

Unlike Alistair, there was no air of unreality to Pete. He was normal, with all, both good and bad, that being normal entailed. I had found the boy who would help me remain who I was. A boy who needed me as much as I needed him.

*****

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.