Awakening: The Deep Sleep (The Deep Sleep Trilogy Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

bank of the river. Her head and one shoulder were poking out of the water, but the rest of her body was covered in the thick demonic shadows of the water. Her eyes were sunken, encrusted with dark, swollen circles around them. Her hair was pitch-black, snarled and matted to her head. Her face was ashen gray and her body was covered in terrible scars.
    “She seemed to look at me without seeing me at first and my heart was captivated by an overwhelming, even desperate, compassion for her to awaken to the realization of her situation. I wanted so much for her to know we were there. Suddenly, I saw a flicker of life come into her eyes – a breath of hope.
    “As she continued to watch me, I saw a very small light waver in her heart. In response, she tried to raise herself from the water’s grip. I saw, as she did, that herhands were held together in front of her, tied with an anguishing knot.
    “The creatures around her awakened to the solicitous thought of losing their prey and gripped her hands even tighter, pulling her back down. They began flooding her with shame as she looked again at her hands bound and covered in bloody scars. I watched in anguish as the fog of hopelessness covered her mind, shadowing her from the anticipation of deliverance.
    “My heart broke when she moved away from me to hide herself in the converging throng of hopeless victims. I lost her there, but not in my heart – where she was alive and full of life. I saw her past full of years of victimization from a demonized father, an abusive brother, rejection from the church where she’d desired to find love and, finally, convinced of her own unworthiness, attempts of suicide.
    “Wanting only to die and not live with the contempt she carried within herself, she tried again and again to end her pain. She didn’t care now if she were loved – didn’t think she was worthy of being loved. There was no need for others to torment her now; she was well able to torture herself. With drugs, alcohol, and a life of perversion, she abused herself. She let herself be taken by any man as punishment for her past ‘sins.’
    “It was not her sin that bound her to the river, but shame imposed upon her by others. Still, she was convinced by the multiple creatures entrenched around her, using her, that she was to blame for all that had happened to her. Any attempts to rescue her were successfully perverted by these demonic creatures who were used to push her down even deeper into the river of shame until, at last, she was as much a part of that wretched river as the water itself.
    “My eyes then found another woman well advanced in age – her appearance was much the same as the young girl’s. She looked at me with a flicker of longing, but then the word
abortion
flashed through her heart and mind, as though it were branded on her forehead. Shame filled her memory with thoughts of her past as I saw flashes of images of unspeakable horror and then years of torment – torment that seemed to follow her like a welcomed friend.
    “I saw that many times the Lord had tried to remove this word from her heart, but she refused. Guilt forced her to cling to self-hatred, tying her to her sin as if it defined her existence.
    “I then realized the river was teeming with women just like this woman who were held in bondage by their shame because of their guilt, with the word
abortion
consuming and destroying their lives and destinies. Then,suddenly, she pulled away from me and retreated into the throng of people.
    “I saw another man watching me from farther up the river and was startled by his intense gaze. He looked desperate. I realized then that there was desperation spreading through the people that seemed to multiply before my eyes.
    “I could see the man was completely immobile by what surrounded him. He could not move, but I watched him as he floated by me, pushed by the mob in the river. He was saying something to me, but I could not hear it. I saw only his lips