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. Please note these are first rough drafts, so there may be spelling and/or grammatical errors.
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How today’s story excerpt can help you:
Theme: Sometimes even if we know how to find our light, we choose not to go after it because we feel as though we don’t deserve it. But, my dear reader, you deserve it! Do not be afraid. Go after it! Grab it and hold on onto it!
In today’s story excerpt Michelle, the main character, goes back to Fire Fairy Island to talk with a Fairy about finding her missing light.
Meditation Session 15: The Journey Begins
Spirit Time meets September 29th
Cue the floating flute music.
Dim lights already in check.
Eyes closed, down into the darkness I go.
Back to the island of fire and ash.
Back to that moment
with cupped hands, and within them,
a small, young woman
flowing with energy and fire.
Who brushes off herself off,
shakes out her dragon-fly wings, and laughed.
Her small voice popped
and sounded synthesized as she spoke:
“A lot of people want to find their light.
We show them the way,
and you can still find them, a prisioner,
upon this island.
What makes you
think that you
My heart sank,
and she must have
picked up upon my disappointment,
for she continued in an annoyed voice.
“Fine! I’ll show you the way, if you wish.”
She paused and smiled.
“I’ve become quite bored lately,
I need a good laugh.”
My heart picked up once more,
as she flew out of my hands
and flew a few feet in front of me
we were off.
As I walked upon the crunchy-island landscape,
with Fear in tow,
I found one by one other sparks, fairies,
flew out of various fires to join us.