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. Left-Brain excerpts will be from her care-takers’ point of view, while right-brain excerpts will describe how she sees the situation. 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: A major theme throughout the book will be that there are two types of time, and I would argue, two types of realities: Real time (reality) and Spirit Time (meditation, heart time, prayer time, imagination).  Both, I have come to believe, are vital to our survival.

In this excerpt, Michelle experiences one snap-shot of what her Spirit time looks like.

Story Excerpt: (right side)

The Ledge
Spirit Time

The Once smooth rocking motion of flight
now became erratic and choppy
as the steed began to snort and neigh
finding its footing as they landed with one harsh drop.

Relieved they were on solid ground again,
Michelle opened her eyes once more
just as the Thunder Being was prying her fingers
off from around his waste.

humphs and grunts arose out of the Thunder Being’s belly
practically matching the sounds of his companion
as he dismounted his steed and held his arms out
to lift Michelle down.

His towering figure was no match
for Michelle’s 5’4 frame,
and the sound of crunching glass gave way
under is immerse, solid weight as he began to walk.

Michelle followed towards what looked like a ledge
overlooking a peek
which also seemed to look over
a valley.

A knot formed in her stomach as she reached a ledge,
to ease her fear of heights, she planted herself down
sitting criss-cross applesauce style
three free from the edge.

Since it was night time, vision was limited
and to added to the mystery,
a fog covered over and covered
the valley below.

The ground gave one huge vibration
as the elephant of a man sat down beside her.
Words were not spoken here. All she had to go on
were gestures, primal grunts, hums, and feelings.

Big binoculars were brought to Michelle’s eyes.
They too must have been mystical
for when she placed them upon her eyes,
she could see so much more.

Not just as if she could see

down into the valley,
but as if she was actually in

the valley.