The single figure stands there at the old, paint chipped window, staring out with a look of loneliness, emptiness, and despair. Wrapped in a shawl to keep out the evening chill that streams through the aged panes of glass, she watches the last rays of the Sun as it settles down past the edge of the lake. You can almost hear, nay, I do hear the sizzle as it seems the water is dowsing the last bit of glowing rays.
What thoughts are traveling through the remaining bytes of her memory? Is she lonely inside, racked with fear of an unknown intruder that has ravished her mind of all her past, present, and any possible future? What dimension of time is she drifting into, or, out of? Is it to her another world of unknowns? When you look into her eyes you see only your reflection, no one appears to be at home, no one left on the inside to open the knocking door of reality by a friend, relative, or lover.
Iíve seen that look too many times already in my life; that haunting stare of a lost life, lost hope, lost connection to the present. Is it fear that rages through the mind, because understanding is no longer there, and comprehension no longer takes place? I would like to think that they are in a mesmerizing dream, a dream that takes them back to a more pleasant time shared with others that once brought such happiness, content, and peace to them. Maybe they have sought out a hidden cleft in the mind that has shielded them from the unknown and has given them the security of a comfort zone that only they are allowed to enter.
Thereís a name that they have given to this monster, this demon that preys on society day after day, one poor soul after another: dementia. There are so many variations and degrees of this demon, and your time before your last breath leaves your body may be short and merciful, or very long and drawn out. Usually it just drags you down, pinning you to the depths of a void, while something else comes along to take from you that last breath. I would like to think that Jesus is inside there with them with some amount of comfort and cheer to offer.
Unknowingly, we have put our faith and trust in those who have poisoned our food, drink, and environment, which are the causes of this illness, in order to devastate our population, and our loved ones. We are paying for our own demise and we are paying the price for this greed for money and power of these narcissistic personalities. When these Lucifer worshipping Elitist that have brought about these tragedies to Godsí children come face to face with their Creator at death, what fear and agony will totally engulf them when they are gravelling on their hands and knees, as the hand of judgment from the true God they ignored and despised in their life, sends them to their own special depth of Hell!
I would like to believe that the weeping , wailing, and gnashing of teeth that we read about in the book of Matthew, will be coming from these elitist, because they will realize that they were suckered in by Lucifer, the light-bearer, the Illuminator, their Illuminati god that they worshipped and graveled to while on earth. For in the end time, he will be right there beside them as a constant reminder of their sin and deception. God Bless those stricken with this mind destroying disease, and the loved ones that can only stand by their side and wonder, ďAre they lonely inside?Ē