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, in order to find our light, we must go into dark and/or uncomfortable places, for a light is not needed during the day.

In today’s story excerpt Michelle, the main character, gets lead to an ominous place in which is the first place she must go in order to find her missing light.

Right Side

Meditation Session 16: Uncomfortable
Spirit Time meets September 30th

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.

Stepping upon charred and ashen earth,
Fear in tow,
and fire fairies flying all around.
Surrounded by buzzing, crackling, electric sounds.

I find myself at the base of a mountain
spewing billowing smoke, which upon rising
captures and creates a collage  of gold
and magenta and lavender color-smeared skies.

Half of the mountain seems untouched by
the ravage, out-of-control fire
that holds captive
the rest of the island.

Deep moss-covered crevices
adorn rocky slopes,
while on the other side,
hot-angry lava oozes.

Slowly the lava moves
inching its way towards relief,
which it will find by escaping into
the salty sea which hisses and steams in objection.

“There it is,” The Fire Fairy chortled,
as she pointed towards a cave entrance
towards the base of a towering mountain,
that now I was unsure if I wanted to enter.

Buzzing and hums and snickers
from the other fire fairies who were watching
seemed to echo and bounce off
the cave entrance walls.

I tried to peer as deep into the recess
as I possibly could.
“I’m sure it will be fine.”
Fear snickered in a sarcastic tone.

And for a moment I stopped and wondered
if finding my missing light
would be
worth it?