He is seventh of the seven slipping souls -- seven for the candles of Christ. Once, on a silvery morn, when the air was crisp and the day new, he walked with the Nazarene; with the One whose eyes are like unto fire and out of whose mouth pours a double edged sword. By that divine hand he was chosen of the seven, though not to walk without end.
He has seen heaven. He has been caught up to the third gate and spoken with the enlightened beings there. But each time he has returned, as he was foreordained to return, to gain and grow anew like water moving from the cloud to the sea; to the sea and back to the cloud.