The Gate is Open

It began the way these things always begin. I was pulled. I found myself standing in a field of wheat, tall and lustrous, swaying in a silence so deep it almost had a sound. And there, on the edge of a distant cliff that rose like a natural altar from the land, stood a lion. Enormous. Luminous. His coat lit from somewhere beyond the visible spectrum. I recognized him before a single thought had formed. We have met many times…