Nathan R. Dooley

  • Impasse Island: The Truth

    Do not be afraid. Those words, do not be afraid, give you courage. You look back up into the realm of books, the lens moves like a spirit through the vast number of books in the realm, and as it does, you begin scanning the names written on them, until— I know that name! The…

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  • Impasse Island: The Book

    On the cover of the gold-plated book is the inscription: SACRED Sacred? You open the book. It reads: The place in which you find yourself is called Impasse Island, and the chamber in which you stand is Sacred; you can see to the depths below you, the lake of torment, and to the heights above…

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  • Impasse Island: The Core

    Drawn by the Helper and the pull of the Path, you arrive at the entrance to the core. Upon entering the core, you step into a vast, circular chamber. Passageways branch outward—leading somewhere unknown. The architecture is unlike anything you have ever seen. Every precious stone is set into the wall that surrounds you, woven…

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  • Impasse Island: The Helper

    There is an aura about the Path into the island’s core—an allure you cannot quite name. The desire to enter is intense, and yet, as you step toward it, something turns within you. Anxiety rises. Fear follows. Your heart pounds. Your mind… disorients. Why is this happening? Why am I stuck? Before arriving here, the…

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  • Impasse Island: What do you do?

    Your ship is docked. There is much to explore on the island, but your eyes are drawn to a path. At its entrance, you stop. You assess. You hesitate, caught between going forward and turning back. For the moment, you have some sense of where you are by what you have seen and experienced. There…

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  • Impasse Island

    Impasse Island

    There you are, gazing off the port side, 2,400,000 meters beneath the surface of the water, transfixed by what should be impossible. It is beautiful and terrifying all at once. Innumerable creatures glow as though lit by a black light, while shipwreckage lies scattered across the ocean floor like the remains of forgotten worlds. What…

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  • Setting Sail: Practicing Providence in the Mind Before the Keyboard

    As I think about what it means to move forward in my writing at Time for Providence, I find myself praying in the Spirit: “Lord, help me discover the creativity to tell the stories of Your providence in a way that draws people to the love and truth of Your Word.” Lately the Lord has…

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