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.

© 2016 Jennifer Engel, All Rights Reserved, but feed back welcome.:)

How today’s story excerpt can help you:

Theme: “The absence of knowledge isn’t always ignorance, sometimes it is wonder.”             –                    Pico Lyer

Right

 Village
Spirit Time meets November 5th

Cue the floating flute music.
Dim lights, eyes closed,
down into the darkness I go,
into the tunnel of howling, cold winds.

I am not sure how long I was walking
time is not the same
in the mediation,
or Spiritual world.

But it felt like hours
and as my foot steps echoed
off the sides of the black, rocky walls.
Fear asked,

“What do you hope to find?”
My heart beat and breath became
and rythemous beat to walk to
as I pondered his question.

“I don’t know.”
I answered honestly.
My flashlight beam
seemed to find no end.

More time passed,
when I thought I noticed,
my  point of light
spread.

As if it had met
some other type of light
that it blended
and melded into.

This new realization
caused me to run,
run to see,
what was on the other side.

Crushing footsteps echoed
as I neared what seemed to be
a widening entrance in which
amber, glowing light streamed in.

Finally arriving,
breathless from my jaunt,
I stood looking down upon
a rustic, make-shift village.

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