Note to reader: I am using this space and place to post parts of a new slip-fiction novel series I am working on, Left Brain Right, the story of a young girl who hears voices. I will not be posting the whole story, but I will be posting practical tips when dealing with someone, or one’s own self, as they are going through traumatic, or not so traumatic, experiences.

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How today’s story excerpt can help you:

Theme: Did you know that your body is actually an instrument and that you can tune it into a channel, or vibration, that can actually change your mood?  Today, Michelle is experiencing an unpleasant situation.  She uses a mantra (an instrument of thought) to tune out the unpleasant experience and to tune into a more pleasant one.

One of my favorite YouTube channels for tuning myself, which I do every morning, is Meditative Mind.  Check it out! 🙂 https://www.youtube.com/user/TheMeditativeMind

Story Excerpt: (right side)

Thunder Being
August 23rd

As Michelle maneuvered her way back to the classroom,
through the empty alabaster hallway,
she couldn’t help but feel as if
she was being…followed.

What is happening to me?
She thought to herself.
She shut her eyes
and took a deep breath.

When she opened them she saw,
at the end of the long, brightly lit hallway,
what almost looked like
a cloud of mist.

The type of mist one might see
at the break of a cold day
rising up from a warm body of water
into the cool morning air.

In front of the mist
was a dark swirling fog
like ash dancing
around a fire.

And in front of the somber churning vapor
was an immense figure
so much so
that filled the entire hallway.

Instantly
Michelle dropped down
into
a fetal position.

She placed her palms
over her hears
and said out loud to herself,
“He’s not real.”

Time stood still
as she tried to force her body to believe
the implication of
her own words.

And when she finally opened her eyes
he was gone, almost supernaturally,
yet he left linger behind
a sense of oppression.

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