The Lord of the Flies

When I was seven years old I met God. It was on a Good Friday

    afternoon, I remember it all very well. Being a pious youth I made a

    visit to the old Cathedral in downtown Providence. It was very dark

    and gloomy in the Church  - illuminated only by dim candle light.

          I had the habit even then of wishing to be alone with God in a

    dark Church. I looked up at the crucified Christ, I heard in my mind's

    ear the terrible words : " My God, My God why have you forsaken me ? "

        A  monk wearing a black robe approached me in Cathedral Square. " My

    son , my son YOU are ready to see the DIVINE FACE. Come with me. Be not

    afraid for HE is with you until the end of time."

        We want down into the  part of the Cathedral that was completely

    underground. We took an   elevator to the bottom floor. The black robed

    monk escorted me into  a candle lit  chambers where a man whose head

    was covered by a veil  sat at desk .I sat before HIM .  The monk escort

    quietly left the chamber,

       " Few are worthy to see the DIVINE FACE , "    God said.  " But you

    are the true spiritual type. I will reveal myself to you my son . And

    you will leave my presence ready to proclaim me to all  mankind. "

        HE pulled off his veil . A hideous sight !

     " I am the lord of the flies . He who believes in the Flies Head shall

    never know DEATH. He held out a  dreadful  claw    with an emerald

    ring on it.

       " Kiss the  STONE OF IMMORTALITY ! "

     In horror I fled from the  DIVINE FACE." Dominus vobiscum ",  laughed

    the black robed monk as I ran for the stairway exit to  Empire Street.

        I wish I could say this was a nightmare, I wish, I wish.