When a young peasant girl claims she’s been visited by a holy apparition communicating a prophetic vision of the future, her ominous warning is ignored by the Vatican. Eighty years later, as the Church readies itself for the new millennium under new leadership, strange events herald the long since buried prophecy may actually be underway.
Simon left the doctor’s office without a concrete explanation for the
headaches, the dreams, or the things he said while under hypnosis. Given
the doctor’s long-standing relationship with his uncle, Simon
couldn’t bring himself to completely confide in the doctor. At least
not as he could when he was younger. There were things he just didn’t
want to get into. Stuff he was embarrassed to revisit. Stuff he was
afraid would alarm the doctor.
So he wasn’t completely honest with the doctor about his most recent
episodes. And he left out his memory lapsed blackouts. Twice in as many
days. He feared a tumor. But nothing showed up on the hospital scans.
Was the doctor right? Did he just not want to accept that he was indeed
suffering from a form of depression? Should he consider antidepressants?
Something for anxiety maybe?
Or was it something worse? Worse than a tumor that could be removed.
Worse than depression that could be treated. Or anxiety. Maybe he was
experiencing some kind of psychosis. Symptoms tied to some form of
dementia. Schizophrenia, perhaps.
Shrugging off thoughts that were growing more troubling with each chest
pounding beat of his heart, he concentrated more on first getting home
as he made his way through the lobby and out to the parking lot.
Sliding into the orange Ford Pinto, its tan brown plastic seats icy cold
and hard to the touch, Simon closed his eyes and paced his breathing.
Just in the short distance from the doctor’s office to the car he had
worked himself up pretty good. Sweaty and short of breath, the frosty
It was time to explore what was most likely his last option. Though he
had cursed the Church since his uncle’s passing, going so far as to
avoid stepping foot in one for years, visiting a priest was perhaps the
next best logical step.
As the engine turned over, Simon took the doctor's words to heart. The
time had come. After all these years. There was no reason to put it off
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