When Dorothy reached the door, she tried to open it. It was locked. She knocked once, again, and a third time, stood at the doorway, paused, wondered if she should go back, the long ride, the longer walk, the golden escalator, the light at the end of the passageway,
She looked at the door anew and politely asked for assistance.
A voice came from the other side: "Sorry," it said--a man's voice? A woman's? It sounded like a child. "You have unfinished business. Take thirty steps back, a door will open, enter it and you will see what is needed."
She thanked the voice, walked thirty paces, stopped before a door that opened, walked inside and listened. Silence. She turned. Silence. Then she saw a someone she knew and understood what had to be done. "I wasn't much of a friend, was I?" she asked No response. "How do I fix this?" No response. Dorothy reached for her hands, kneeled before her and asked for forgiveness. The woman faded, another person arrived and another. So many she could not keep count. One by one she asked to be forgiven..
The room began to glow, its surface changing into a garden, and everywhere she looked, fresh fruit and freshly baked bread. She sat down and began to sob until every tear she shed fell to earth as raindrops of gold and silver.
She looked at the door anew and politely asked for assistance.
A voice came from the other side: "Sorry," it said--a man's voice? A woman's? It sounded like a child. "You have unfinished business. Take thirty steps back, a door will open, enter it and you will see what is needed."
She thanked the voice, walked thirty paces, stopped before a door that opened, walked inside and listened. Silence. She turned. Silence. Then she saw a someone she knew and understood what had to be done. "I wasn't much of a friend, was I?" she asked No response. "How do I fix this?" No response. Dorothy reached for her hands, kneeled before her and asked for forgiveness. The woman faded, another person arrived and another. So many she could not keep count. One by one she asked to be forgiven..
The room began to glow, its surface changing into a garden, and everywhere she looked, fresh fruit and freshly baked bread. She sat down and began to sob until every tear she shed fell to earth as raindrops of gold and silver.
