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Chapter #9: Spirit Flight
May 15th, 2020-CE
Angela had placed one of the sets of stones in her room. She placed the piece of coal in a corner behind her dresser. The other two she placed in the corners in the back of the top shelf of her closet. With the stones in place all she needed to do was think about them when she was in her room and before dozing off. It took over a month before the stones had the effect she wanted and expected.
She had awakened in the middle of the night and glanced around. Sitting before her on the end of the bed was another woman dressed in a gray robe. She had red hair and freckled skin. She recognized the woman as the same spirit that inhabited the mirror more than a month ago because one eye was blue and the other was gray. Angela smiled and said, “I didn’t know if I would see you again. My grandmother made it sound as if all spirits would be ushered away by the stones.”
“Normally, it would have. I am a bit different,” The spirit nodded in response.
“May I have your name?” Angela questioned.
“For now, call me Mentor,” the Spirit replied.
“No other name, Mentor?” Angela questioned in response.
Mentor shook her head, “No other name that I can share now. Did you happen to speak with your grandmother about Nwyfre?”
Angela nodded, “She told me it is like something from a science fiction movie we watched. An energy field that is in everything and is a part of everything.”
“There is truth to that.” Mentor nodded, “Nwyfre is energy and it is in everything, it also moves through everything. It is change and lack of stasis; the force that drives change in everything. Did she tell you anymore?”
Angela shook her head, “Not really.”
“There are three different base types of it,” Mentor explained, “Telluric Nwyfre which comes from the Earth, Solar Nwyfre that comes from the sun, and Lunar Nwyfre that exists in the air.”
“Wouldn’t you call it Air Nwyfre if it is in the air?” Angela questioned in response.
“The moon is a perfect example of that type of Nwyfre,” Mentor shook her head in response, “Lunar Nwyfre is a mixture of Solar and Lunar Nwyfre. Moonlight is sunlight that is reflected from the moon.”
“Then doesn’t that mean there are only two different types?” Angela asked.
Mentor shook her head, “The whole is more than the sum of its parts. Moonlight is sunlight that is reflected off the moon but it is different, it doesn’t feel the same as sunlight and it doesn’t warm you like sunlight. It is different. You are a collection of matter and energy yet you are different than from other people that are made the same as you. Humans are more than the sum of their parts and it is the same way with Lunar Nwyfre.”
Angela nodded, she could see the meaning in the spirit’s words, “I get it. So, if we mix any more of the three together do we get other distinct and different Nwyfre that is different from before?”
Mentor shrugged, “The truth is a bit more complicated than that. Think of Lunar Nwyfre as living Nwyfre. The three can be mixed further from there and that is part of how the balance is maintained between nature and a shaman. Life on this planet is infinitely complex yet all living things are based off of carbon that isn’t that different from one of the rocks you should have used for the set of spirit stones. It is the same thing; things can mix and change forms but there is still the basis of the three things I just told you about.”
Mentor stood up on the bed and offered a hand to Angela, “Enough about Nwyfre for tonight. I want to show you around. This world will seem like the world you fell asleep in but there will be some differences. Eventually you may be able to see them with your real eyes but now you will see them with your spirit.”
Angela rose and took Mentor’s hand. She glanced back to the bed to make sure that her body was still there. She glanced back to Mentor and asked, “are we going anywhere specific?”
Mentor shook her head, “For right now we are just going to walk around. The place will look familiar to the normal world but after a while you will pick up some differences.”
Mentor started toward the window, “Aren’t we going to go out the door?”
“Right now, we are just spirits,” Mentor replied, “We don’t have to go through doors. It sometimes takes ghosts time to figure that out. That is, if a ghost is not anchored to an area.”
“How could a spirit be anchored to an area?” Angela questioned in response.
They passed through the wall and were on the ground next to the house an instant later, “Remember how you concentrated on the stone just before bed for the last month? You altered the flow and Nwyfre of the stones by doing that. That is what created the spirit stones and they serve as an anchor to get you back to your body, should something happen to your spirit. Humans do this all the time with items or places. If they die unexpectedly, those objects become anchors that tie the ghost to this side of the spirit world. The Material world.”
“So, I didn’t need the stones to make the spirit stones you wanted?” Angela asked as they started to walk away from the house.
Mentor shook her head, “You needed the stones. You were having them serve a very specific purpose. Things that would anchor a spirit to this plane are created by accident and wouldn’t serve as spirit stones.”
Angela looked around. When she went to sleep, there was no fog. Around her, there seemed to be a subtle fog but when she concentrated on it, it always seemed to clear up. She glanced at Mentor, “Did the fog roll in while I was sleeping?”
Mentor shook her head, “That is the gauntlet. It keeps people dreaming from crossing into the spirit side of the astral plane. Since you are projecting right now, you can pierce the veil, with a little bit of concentration but we will save that for another time.”
They walked at a brisk pace and were able to sustain it since she didn’t have a body to speak of. She noticed that certain sections of the city seemed to have more fog than other places of it, “I take it the gauntlet is not an even thing?”
“Correct,” Mentor answered, “It varies from one location to another.” She glanced around as they walked, “Usually, in urban areas, the gauntlet is so strong that spirits cannot cross over, no matter how ready they may be. There are other areas where the gauntlet is so weak that a person who astral projects by accident can cross into the spirit realm without noticing. There are said to be areas where there is no gauntlet at all. Verges where humans can cross with their bodies, into the spirit world. Channeling and stirring the Nwyfre keeps these verges sealed. That is one of the duties of shamans; to keep the worlds separate.”
“I take it grave yards are places where the gauntlet is so weak that a verge would be created?” Angela questioned in response.
Mentor shook her head, “While it is true that the gauntlet would be lower in a grave yard than in the city square, it is stable and not usually a problem there. Usually it is places where energy and life are low. Think of the desert. While the wind could sweep through there, that isn’t always enough to keep the Nwyfre stirring. Life has to exist in order for the gauntlet to maintain itself.”
“What will happen if there are no shamans?” Angela questioned.
“There are always some,” Mentor stated, “They don’t need to be strong, they just need to be receptive.”
Angela stopped dead in her tracks as they approached a building. Her gray eyes widened and her mouth dropped, “This place closed down before my mother died! Why is it here instead of the empty building?”
“The astral realm is slow to change,” Mentor noted, “Eventually, the place may reflect the empty building you now know. It may also change to a new business instead of replacing it with an empty building. It all depends. If there is a new housing development in your world then you could probably see the empty field here. At least for a while.”