There was the velvety blackness that comes with closing your eyes in dim light, and then it was darkness, total darkness and I saw him – Jesus. He was standing, without a shirt, and I stood there and drank in His presence. He invited me “Open your arms”. Slowly, I opened my arms, a bit out to the side, and he took my right arm, stretched it out, held my hand, picked up a ball hammer and a nail, and put the nail to my palm. It hurt, and the blood started to flow, and then I disputed with him “but they say that it must have been in your wrist?” and he grinned, the echoes of “as you wish” in the silence and moved the nail to my wrist. First one side, and then the other, blood streamed, the pain caused me to catch my breath, and then he was behind me and the nail went through him too before it went into the wood.
In the total darkness surrounding us, where He was there was Light. And I knew that was where I wanted to be, in His Light, with Him. And from His place behind me, the both of us fastened there, He said “You know how to lift up your heart……..now open your arms…live in the wound…..as I do for you and all others. Live in the wound of the world.”