Dear Healer

"Dear Healer," the letter began. The words were written on a vintage piece of parchment. I reached down to hold the paper in my hand and could feel that it was not paper but a type of animal hide. As I drew the letter closer to my eyes to read the remaining words, the material that it was written on began changing rapidly, flipping through various modern writing mediums until I was holding an electronic tablet, and then my personal cell phone.

A cursor blinked, waiting for my attention. I sat down in a dark wooden guest chair placed against a wall in the office, next to a storage cabinet. The walls were painted a rich, dark forest green and trimmed with wood a shade slightly lighter than the chair. The desk sat angled in the far corner of the room, opposite the door. My eyes scanned the rest of the office; a coat stand with a single overcoat hanging from one curved hook, a wooden lateral filing cabinet tucked behind the desk chair, and adorned with various trinkets and writing implements.

My attention returned to the glow of my phone in my hand. The cursor began to move, spelling out the remaining message letter by letter.

"My Dearest Healer, from this point forward, our communication will be different." 

The letters stopped typing, but the cursor continued to blink on the white background. I waited, staring. 

Several long minutes passed before I felt my energy being peeled away from my body and then sucked into the phone I still held in my hand. 

With a thud, I landed on solid ground, inside the diamond. "How is this different?" I wondered. 

"Love," I could feel God speaking to me, a younger, more vibrant version of the man he usually presents as. I sensed a vibrancy of new entities and spirits, smaller spirits, like fae and fairies, and many others that do not have human given names. They were insect-like but no larger than rodents. 

"I have gifted you a new ability to communicate within this world," God explained. "We will no longer speak as if we are in conversation. You will simply tell my stories." 

My expression shifted to a mixture of intrigue and confusion. "Interesting," I thought. "How is that going to work?" I wondered. 

"I will show you," God said. Then, he grabbed my hand, and before I could react, we were already in the air, flying to somewhere unknown.