the human souls settling in to rest.
Ariadne checked Her ethereal, immaculate 'do. Fabulous, of course.
She always looked Her best; that was the kind of Spirit She was.
She cast Her focus into the hearth and home of the one known as Penelope Wingate.
Penelope was an aspect that Ariadne had been meaning to assimilate and now the time had come.
She appeared as a strong, undeniable feeling to Penelope, who was sitting in her favorite chair by the fire, contemplating her fortunes - both the good and the bad.
Penelope looked up, startled. Suddenly she realized that she was not alone.
Frightened, she looked back and forth around the room that was illuminated by the dim, warm light.
"Hello?" she called out with hesitation, "Is there someone there?"
"We are here," answered Ariadne, "Here and now."
The reply resonated inside of Penelope, like a beautiful song touching her heart.
"What is happening to me?!" Penelope fairly shouted, "Who are you?!"
"I am you," came Ariadne's calm response, " And you are Me."
'And we are all together,' thought Ariadne to Herself.
Mmm, I should write that down, She mused.
Penelope was curled up in her chair now, genuinely scared.
"Are you a demon?" she stuttered, bracing herself for a grisly demise.
"Well, sometimes," admitted Ariadne, "But in the end, we all walk with Angels."
This seemed to calm Penelope.
"What do you want of me?," she asked weakly.
"I want us to recognize each other," answered Ariadne.
"Come, My dear Self. Open unto Me."
And all that was Penelope Wingate came flooding forth -
all the moments; all the emotions, thoughts and actions; all the mysteries that were her life -
with its modest but astounding victories, heartbreaking failures and unexpected turns.
Ariadne gazed upon this shimmering sliver of Herself.
With a small smile, She wiped away the tears.
Penelope awoke the next morning, still bundled up in her chair.
She knew without understanding - understood in her knowing.
She lived out her days - feet on the ground, her eyes always on the sky and the stars.
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