Free Memory's Door (A Well Spring Novel) by James L. Rubart

incidents that happened on Friday? Or just let it go like Brandon suggested?
    Nothing similar had happened for the past two days. Perchance it was a result of stress or a dream that seemed so genuine he hadn’t been able to distinguish it from the real world. A somewhat common occurrence in human dream states.
    Marcus stepped out of his car, shut the door, and rubbed his hands as if ridding himself of his visions of Abbie and Kat from Friday afternoon. If Doug and Reece were finally going to tell them about the Wolf and they were about to set their strategy, the focus shouldn’t be on his hallucinations. It should be on the coming melee.

    A firm rap on the front door of Reece’s home startled Dana. She’d been wrapped up in studying a site map she’d developed for the Well Spring website. At some point they’d need to expand it beyond the splash page and she was hoping the Warriors would use some of the photos she took at the ranch.
    She stood as Brandon opened the front door and usheredMarcus inside. A few minutes after she greeted him, Doug descended Reece’s lightly stained wooden stairs and settled onto the couch in the living room. He rubbed his hands together as if getting ready to sculpt an object out of the air in front of him.
    “Remember me saying last spring after the victory you had in Reece’s soul that you’ve just begun your journey into the vastness of God? That you’ve only started down the path of joy and freedom?”
    Dana nodded along with Marcus and Brandon and she studied Doug’s eyes. They were bright and playful like a little boy’s, as if he were about to show them one of his favorite toys. She hadn’t ever seen him this animated.
    “Today I’m going to show you more of the path. You have seen marvelous things so far but going into souls is only part of what God has made available to us if we only believe and are willing to let the Spirit take us deeper. There are far more tantalizing wonders to be explored for those who want to fly on wings like eagles.”
    “Here we go again.” Brandon smiled.
    “Oh yes.” Doug returned the Song’s smile and laid his hands on his knees. “Most assuredly, yes.”
    “Are you telling us we’re going flying?” Dana flapped her hands like a bird.
    “Something far better, yet at the same time I think there might be a bit of flying involved. We will have to see where the Spirit takes us.” He winked, opened his Bible, and for a few moments the only sound was the rustle of pages as he searched.
    He stopped toward the front of the book and then glanced at each of them, his eyes even brighter. “Are you ready to hear this?” Doug started reading without waiting for a response. He read in a soft voice that built to a crescendo by the end of the passage.
    “‘How awesome is this place! This is none other than the house of God; this is the gate of heaven.’ Genesis 28:17.”
    “Are you saying—?” Brandon pointed the forefingers of both hands at Doug and then at the sky.
    Doug held up his hand and patted the air as if to silence Brandonand used his other to paw toward the back of his Bible. “‘I know a man in Christ who fourteen years ago was caught up to the third heaven. Whether it was in the body or out of the body, I do not know . . . I know that this man . . . was caught up to paradise.’”
    Marcus looked up from his ever-present notepad and tapped the air in front of him with his pen. “In an effort to accurately summarize your insinuation, you’re articulating the view that we can voyage into supplementary spiritual and heavenly realms with as little exertion as we’ve expended to journey into the souls of others.”
    Doug stared at him with a bemused look on his face.
    Brandon laughed. “Come on, Professor, give it more effort next time. I’m sure you could have stuck five or six more words in there to make that sentence one only your fellow geek-brains could understand. As it was, I understood over a quarter of