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 or the point of view of the friends and family around her, 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: Inside each one of us is a light that can provide the clearest answers, and scare away the darkest night. In finding, or keeping, our own, we help others find theirs.

In today’s story excerpt, Michelle, the main character, starts learning how to find hers through meditation and the characters she finds and discovers there.

Right side

Meditation Session 7: Father Time
Spirit time meets September 20th

Cue the floating flute music.
Dim lights already in check.
Eyes closed, down into the darkness
I go.

“he, he, he, ha, ha, ha, ho, ho, ho,”
sounds of laughter echoed
as she found herself floating towards,
yet another mountain.

Searched on top of the peak
was a old man
as crinkled as the rock he was sitting upon
cross-legged, practically floating.

His eyes sunk deep into his face,
His long-white beard touched the ground,
and his staff seemed to be holding him

A sound, like a sled begin dragged across concrete
greeted her,
“Welcome, Michelle,” he said
while his legs uncrossed and touched the ground.

He opened his arms
for an embrace,
which Michelle entered gingerly
afraid his fragile fame may fall apart.

Pulling back he said,
almost with a shout,
“You’v come to discover the next path
upon your journey!”

Michelle nodded,
but then again she somehow knew
that he already knew that,
for he was Father Time.

“I must warn you,” he said
Scooping a handful of sand,
and blowing it into the wind,
“The path of finding the lost light is a difficult one.”

“And once you begin,
you must finish,
and once you being you’ll be helping others
find their own.”