Perhaps it seems strange to have chains in the “Tower of Freedom,” but they have a purpose though they always hang empty.
In my own world, I work in a place where freedom is a dream, a hope, and often a prayer. At times it turns to reality when one paroles or “jams,” aka, walks away totally free. But are they truly free?
The bars over the window were not obvious before, were they? Even so, we go through life without understanding we are prisoners: inmates of a spiritual kind. This room is not the most pleasant one in the tower, and you may retreat easily enough. But know this: if you discover in your world and in your life, that the bondage I speak of is indeed yours, you may always return here to find the key to swing open the prison door.
Interested in removing the bars, to see what’s on the other side? Begin here.