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: As long as fear, anger (insert your own demise), stays locked inside of your body, you are a prisioner.  Set it free.  Let it go.

In today’s story excerpt, Michelle, the main character, faces her fear.  What will she do with it once she finds it? Keep reading to find out. 🙂

Right Side:

Meditation Session 9: Facing Fear
September 24th

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

Not to an island or dojo,
but I find myself afloat
upon a row boat
heading toward shore.

Once blue, clear skies danced above,
but then quickly pirouetted
into a white-grey cover that lingered over
a blackened and charred island.

Hues of reds and oranges and yellows
sparked like embers escaping fire
and glowed like  jack-o-lanterns
on all Hallows Eve Night.

And as the boat neared,
shape-shifting ,cloud-like shadows appeared.
One surrounded and engulfed her
and transported her instantaneously.

Into a dungeon which housed
yet another,  cloud-like  figure
which was even more ominous
and shifty.

Trapped behind a force field
its said to her in a singing and hissing voice,
“You’ve come to let me out.”
Michelle stared back unwaivering.

Curiosity got the best of her,
and the force field made her feel safe.
Palm against the pulsating energy she said,
“I’m tired of giving you power.”

“Power!?” It laughed
as it shaped and shifted
“what of that do I have here?”
It formed into a shadow like that of herself.

“As long as I keep you locked in here, Fear,
you have power over me.
I have come,” she paused,
“to set you free.”

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