Sarah hung, naked, bound to a gibbet by iron spikes through her hands and feet. Beneath her a woman knelt, her face streaked by tears. She knew this woman as Mother. Sarah called down to her in Hebrew, her voice masculine, “Woman, behold, your son.” Then, to John, her favorite, who stood near to her, she said, “Behold your mother.”
Beside this woman knelt her sister – Mary, wife of Clopas. Behind them another woman wept; at one time she sold her body for money. Sarah thought it strange that she had at one time desired this woman’s flesh. But Sarah knew that she’d never take that which the woman would freely have given. Her face upturned, the woman seemed intent on experiencing Sarah’s agony through her eyes. Sarah had witnessed such pain reflected in the eyes of only one other person – Reagan. But she’d never known the source of his ache, and that pained her.
To her right, where a criminal also hung from a gibbet, Sarah heard words of rebuke directed to another criminal, hanging from a gibbet to her left.
Sarah spoke: “Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in paradise.” The words and the voice belonged to another.
Nearby, a group of Roman centurions with spears made sport of her shriveled nakedness. The earth rumbled and shook, and they at once lost their humor.
Sarah’s arms, outstretched to either side of her, bore most of her weight. It was becoming more and more difficult for her to exhale. Each breath she took filled her lungs a little more. They were, as her sixth hour on the gibbet neared, filled all but to capacity with carbon dioxide; she was slowly suffocating.
She looked to the darkened sky, where lightning flashed; a clap of thunder echoed, and a moment later large drops of rain began pelting the earth, kicking up dust.
The rain moistened her lips and she whispered, “I thirst.”
A sponge was thrust in front of her face, from which she sucked vinegar.
Her vision dimmed. After long minutes, she felt a searing pain in her side: one of the centurions had thrust his spear into her, to speed her death. She cried out, “My Power, my Power, thou hast forsaken me!”
As she felt the last vestiges of her strength abandoning her, she gasped, “It is finished.”
Then, in a loud voice, she spoke: “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.”
But Sarah did not die. She withdrew into herself, to call upon the healing Power.
She was dimly conscious of being lowered to the ground, and then wrapped in cloth. Although the hands treated her broken and bleeding body with care, its wounds screamed their outrage. She slowed her breathing, so shallow as to be undetectable; she ignored the pain.
She was moved and, after a time, felt her body laid on a bed of rock.
For more than a day and a half Sarah endeavored to heal herself, summoning the influence of the One Power.
First, the gaping wound in her right side; the spear had perforated a lung. She felt the tissue knitting slowly, over a period of many hours. When the healing was complete, the scar was pale but visible.
Sarah rested for a time, before tending to the wounds in her hands and feet, closing each one, also leaving the scars as a reminder.
Then she turned the Power to the bruises and deep lacerations on her back and chest; finally, to those on her head and face.
On the third day Sarah emerged from the cloth that swaddled her. She stood, calling on the great strength of the Power, and moved the rock that shielded her from the morning light. Terrified by her emergence, the two centurions charged with guarding her tomb fled in haste.
Forty days later, Sarah left this body. Those in attendance saw her essence step forth and rise from the flesh it wore. She turned to look at the host body she had inhabited for three years, wondering if he would take Magdalene for his wife.
Then she stepped forward, and …
As Aurelius Augustinus Hipponensis, she converted to Christianity in AD 387 and influenced the development of Western Christianity. She developed her own approach to philosophy and theology, writing that the grace of Christ was indispensable to human freedom.
When the Western Roman Empire began to crumble, Sarah originated the concept of the Catholic Church as a spiritual City of God, separate from the material Earthly City.
Before leaving Augustinus, who would one day be elevated to sainthood, Sarah had the satisfaction of persuading the medieval worldview of God, while her book, City of God, became closely identified with the Church.
Next, she found herself in the body of Johann Sebastian Bach. Aged ten years, Johann Sebastian lived with his oldest brother, Johann Christoph, who was the organist at the Michaeliskirche in Ohrdruf, Saxe-Gotha-Altenburg. They studied and performed music, Sebastian and Sarah, receiving valuable teaching from Christoph, who instructed them on the clavichord and exposed them to the works of the great composers of the day, including South German composers Johann Pachelbel and Johann Jakob Froberger, Frenchmen Jean-Baptiste Lully, Lewis Marchand, and Marin Marais, and the Italian clavierist, Girolamo Frescobaldi. Sarah became obsessed with music, and the power it held in influencing, inspiring, others.
At age fourteen, they were awarded a choral scholarship to study at the prestigious St. Michael’s School in Lüneburg, where they enjoyed European culture. In addition to singing in the choir, they played the School’s three-manual organ and harpsichords.
Sarah left Johann Sebastian Bach as he came of age …
The Continental Congress met in Philadelphia, to vote for independence from England. The Congress selected a committee of five to draft a declaration of independence. The four other members of the committee – John Adams, Benjamin Franklin, Robert R. Livingston, and Roger Sherman – instructed Sarah to pen the treatise.
She commenced her task on June 11 and wrote several drafts, presenting her final to the committee; the committee made several revisions to the document before submitting it to the Continental Congress on June 28. Four days later, the Congress voted for independence, and refined Sarah’s Declaration of Independence before releasing it to the public on July 4, 1776.
Several days later, as her host body lay sleeping, she stepped out – her host, who regarded music as “a delightful recreation for the hours of respite from the cares of the day, and lasts us through life,” was devoted to the violin (they practiced three hours a day), would live another fifty years, and have no recollection of Sarah whatsoever, that her presence was in part responsible for the birth of a nation and his presidency, the nation’s third – and forward, and …
As Jazz composer and pianist, Thelonious Monk, Sarah sat in on the 1956 recording session for the album, Brilliant Corners. The title track, which featured tenor saxophonist Sonny Rollins, was so difficult to play that the final version was edited together from multiple takes. She experienced Monk’s six-month gig at the Five Spot Cafe in New York, beginning in June 1957, leading a quartet composed of John Coltrane on tenor saxophone, Wilbur Ware on bass, and Shadow Wilson on drums.
But Monk’s mental health left her unable to ascertain the answer to the question that plagued her, just beneath her awareness of the lives of those she’d shared. So she stepped forward again, and …