practice, it will become second nature to each of you.”
Jonah nodded. He remembered the first time he had entered the hidden realm, this spiritual world that was a layer behind the physical world—the place where the battle between the angels can be seen—and how amazed he was at what he saw.
“Since each of you has angel blood coursing through your veins, it is within each of your abilities to come and go in the hidden realm as you wish. All you need to do, children, is pray, and believe that it exists.”
She looked at each of their faces. “Ready, everyone?”
They nodded. Jeremiah reached out and grabbed Jonah’s hand. Even though he had entered the hidden realm with Jonah the day before, it was still new to him. Jonah could see a hint of nervousness on his brother’s face.
“Very well,” she said. “Bow your heads with me, and in your heart, say something like this: ‘Dear Elohim, I believe not onlyin the physical world but in the spiritual things that cannot always be seen—the hidden realm. Allow me passage into this place now.’”
As they prayed, Jonah opened one eye, peeking in time to see each of the quarterlings, one at a time, begin to disappear. Pop, pop, pop. They were here one minute and gone the next. Just before he slipped into the spiritual world, he glanced down at Jeremiah and saw him disappear too.
Closing his eyes, he felt something inside him shift, and he knew that when he opened his eyes again, he would see all of the students there with him in the room.
When he looked up, Camilla was standing in front of them, just as she had been. Everyone was in the same place. Jeremiah was still holding his hand, squeezing it a little tighter.
“Cool!” Jeremiah said, looking at Jonah. He looked the same, except that a glowing light emanated from the center of his chest, stretching its fingers out to his arms.
Jeremiah turned and beamed at Eliza, who had the same glow, and then at his own light-filled chest.
Jonah looked around at the rest of the quarterlings. Entering this world always amazed him, no matter how many times he did it. There was a glow that every person had—the thumbprint of Elohim, the Creator of everyone. But some had a brighter, more profound glow. And he couldn’t help but notice that some of the quarterlings did not.
Camilla quickly addressed this before anyone could point out the obvious. “In the hidden realm, we see the glow of Elohim within every living person—every living thing, for that matter.” Jonah remembered how he could see the grass and trees sparkle from Elohim’s touch. “It is also possible to see the bright glow ofthose who have invited Elohim into their lives and have accepted His forgiveness through His Son.”
Some of the quarterlings—Hai Ling, a girl form China; Lania, an Australian; Rupert, the English boy; and Frederick— had very dull glows. Sensing the eyes of the others, each of them took either an awkward step backward or began to stare down at the floor. Except for Frederick, who stood with his eyes locked straight ahead, not moving an inch.
“A word of warning, and perhaps encouragement, to you all,” said Camilla, gathering their attention back to herself. “Do not judge those who have not yet called upon Elohim. He can use all of us in mighty ways, if He wills. And do not, under any circumstances, allow yourselves to separate out those without the glow from those with it. There is plenty of time for Elohim to work and draw hearts to Himself.”
If anyone had been standing outside the convent on the dark street, watching, they would have sworn that the door opened all by itself. In reality, thirteen quarterlings and one warrior angel opened it and walked out onto the New York City sidewalk. The quarterlings stayed close together, trying to keep up with Camilla, who was moving with purpose.
In the hidden realm, they couldn’t be seen or heard. But the only time Camilla spoke, or even stopped, was when she came across
Jonah nodded. He remembered the first time he had entered the hidden realm, this spiritual world that was a layer behind the physical world—the place where the battle between the angels can be seen—and how amazed he was at what he saw.
“Since each of you has angel blood coursing through your veins, it is within each of your abilities to come and go in the hidden realm as you wish. All you need to do, children, is pray, and believe that it exists.”
She looked at each of their faces. “Ready, everyone?”
They nodded. Jeremiah reached out and grabbed Jonah’s hand. Even though he had entered the hidden realm with Jonah the day before, it was still new to him. Jonah could see a hint of nervousness on his brother’s face.
“Very well,” she said. “Bow your heads with me, and in your heart, say something like this: ‘Dear Elohim, I believe not onlyin the physical world but in the spiritual things that cannot always be seen—the hidden realm. Allow me passage into this place now.’”
As they prayed, Jonah opened one eye, peeking in time to see each of the quarterlings, one at a time, begin to disappear. Pop, pop, pop. They were here one minute and gone the next. Just before he slipped into the spiritual world, he glanced down at Jeremiah and saw him disappear too.
Closing his eyes, he felt something inside him shift, and he knew that when he opened his eyes again, he would see all of the students there with him in the room.
When he looked up, Camilla was standing in front of them, just as she had been. Everyone was in the same place. Jeremiah was still holding his hand, squeezing it a little tighter.
“Cool!” Jeremiah said, looking at Jonah. He looked the same, except that a glowing light emanated from the center of his chest, stretching its fingers out to his arms.
Jeremiah turned and beamed at Eliza, who had the same glow, and then at his own light-filled chest.
Jonah looked around at the rest of the quarterlings. Entering this world always amazed him, no matter how many times he did it. There was a glow that every person had—the thumbprint of Elohim, the Creator of everyone. But some had a brighter, more profound glow. And he couldn’t help but notice that some of the quarterlings did not.
Camilla quickly addressed this before anyone could point out the obvious. “In the hidden realm, we see the glow of Elohim within every living person—every living thing, for that matter.” Jonah remembered how he could see the grass and trees sparkle from Elohim’s touch. “It is also possible to see the bright glow ofthose who have invited Elohim into their lives and have accepted His forgiveness through His Son.”
Some of the quarterlings—Hai Ling, a girl form China; Lania, an Australian; Rupert, the English boy; and Frederick— had very dull glows. Sensing the eyes of the others, each of them took either an awkward step backward or began to stare down at the floor. Except for Frederick, who stood with his eyes locked straight ahead, not moving an inch.
“A word of warning, and perhaps encouragement, to you all,” said Camilla, gathering their attention back to herself. “Do not judge those who have not yet called upon Elohim. He can use all of us in mighty ways, if He wills. And do not, under any circumstances, allow yourselves to separate out those without the glow from those with it. There is plenty of time for Elohim to work and draw hearts to Himself.”
If anyone had been standing outside the convent on the dark street, watching, they would have sworn that the door opened all by itself. In reality, thirteen quarterlings and one warrior angel opened it and walked out onto the New York City sidewalk. The quarterlings stayed close together, trying to keep up with Camilla, who was moving with purpose.
In the hidden realm, they couldn’t be seen or heard. But the only time Camilla spoke, or even stopped, was when she came across
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