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GPFriday: Children of Legend Chapter #7: Stairs of Rocks — June 23, 2017

GPFriday: Children of Legend Chapter #7: Stairs of Rocks

The beginning of a recent interview i had:

interviewer: “We went to highschool together!”

Me: “Okay…”

Interviewer: ” We were in computer science class together.”

Me: “Really?”

Interviewer: “Did we pass?”

Me: “I assume so?”

Enjoy this latest chapter of the Children of legend series

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Previous 5 Chapters

Chapter #2: Trinity of Teachers

Chapter #3: The Zoo at the Park

Chapter 4: the offer

Chapter #5 Holistic and Connected

Chapter #6: Extending the senses

Chapter #7: Stairs of Rocks

 

Greeley Colorado

April 9th, 202-CE

 

Angela raced into her grandmother’s holistic shop after she got off of the bus from school. She had hoped to see Scarlet in there today but it seemed the shop was only partially filled with other customers. Her grandmother was checking out one of the customers. She had to wait for the customers to leave before she could address her grandmother with her request. She wanted to blurt out the question right away. She was afraid she would forget it all day. She had forgotten about it in the morning before she went to school.

Instead of being a rude middle school child and risking the sale of goods. She took a breath to compose herself and walked towards the back of the store where she sat down her backpack and waited. She sat down on the school and cleared her mind of all thoughts. She figured if she meditated for a bit, she could remember the questions she needed to ask when the customers were gone for the day just as clearly as she did now.

She closed her eyes and let all of her thoughts and emotions go. The world melted away. It felt amazing as she felt a rush of energy enter her. She didn’t feel this way before. She wondered if this had something to do with choosing to meditate now and letting go of her feelings after her mother’s death or if this had something to do with the visit from the odd spirit from the night before. Either way, she let the thoughts go and let the energy flow through her as she meditated.

She didn’t know how much time had passed before her grandmother had turned to her, “I was thinking about lighting a cone of incense. I know you like dragon’s blood. I just got some in. Would you like me to light that?”

Angela came out of her meditative state. It felt like she had just come out of the bath and had been blasted dry with cold air. She nodded, “I would like that. Thank you.”

Her grandmother took out one of her cone holders and lit a purple cone in it. After a couple of moments, she blew out the flame and let the ember disperse the smoke into the air, filling the place with a familiar sweet and pungent smell. It was when she noticed the black edge just below the glowing ember that she remembered the first of her questions for her grandmother, “Grandma, do you have a rock of coal, some silver, and some gold that I can have?”

Her grandmother turned around and seemed shocked by the question, “What do you need with that?”

“I was going to assemble some spirit stones for my room. I know that having elements for the colors work better than just having rocks of the colors. They don’t have to be big. Just a little piece of gold, silver, and some coal will work for me,” Angela replied.

“Who told you about spirit stones?” The elder woman questioned in response.

“I had a dream about it last night,” Angela replied, “In it I was told that it would help ward against unwanted spirits and would help with astral projection. It would give me an anchor to do that so I can get back to my body if anything happens.”

The elderly woman gave her grandchild a small smile, “It seems like your Clairvoyance is starting to grow if you gleaned that information from a dream. That is what it is for. You do know that you are not supposed to play with them. You sit them in a place and leave them there. Only think about them and nothing more. I have another question for you; Do you know how expensive gold is?”

“Very expensive,” Angela nodded, “I didn’t know if you already had some.”

Her grandmother shook her head, “No dear, at over two thousand dollars an ounce, I can’t afford to just have that stuff lying around. Silver doesn’t come cheap either.”

“We can substitute other things for it, it will just take some time for the stones to start working like they should,” Angela replied.

“We have iron pyrite in the store, will that work for your gold?” Her grandmother questioned.

Angela nodded, “that will work.”

“That will just leave something for silver. We have some hematite magnets that we sell. That should work for silver. Would you like to try that?” Her grandmother suggested.

“I will try it. Like I said, it should work, it will just take longer for it to work,” Angela agreed.

“For coal, you can’t just pick it up in a store casually anymore. We do sell some obsidian. If you can wait, we can stop by a rock shop and see if they have some coal,” Her grandmother offered.

“If we are substituting the other rocks then we can substitute the coal with obsidian,” Angela answered.

Her grandmother smiled and went through the store. After a couple of moments, she returned with three sets of stones. She handed the nine stones to Angela. Angela took the stones into her hand and seemed puzzled by the number, “I don’t understand. I just needed one of each color. Why did you hand me three?”

“It is always best to be prepared,” The elderly woman stated, “I have a set in my medicine bundle. You may want to start assembling one of those for yourself soon. One set will be for your room. The other set can be for traveling to other places and one to keep with you at all times. You can have more than one set. The set for your room is the one you do not want to disturb. That is why I gave you multiple sets.”

Angela smiled, “Thank you, I didn’t think about that.” She divided one set from the others and placed that set in a pocket in her backpack and zipped it shut. The other two set she kept in her hand and drank in the scent of incense as the cone burned down.

As the cone burned halfway down, Angela remembered her other question, “Grandma, what is No-if-Ra?”

“Where did you hear about Nwyfre?” her grandmother asked in response.

“From the dream,” Angela stated, “I know it is an energy but what is it exactly?”

“You have seen those sci-fi movies?” Her grandmother questioned, “The ones from the late seventies and early eighties that had a second trilogy that served as a prequel in the early two-thousands. The force that they describe in that set of movies is Nwyfre. It is the energy that binds and connects all things together. It is what shamans channel. You can learn to channel and block it as well. Learning how to use the spirit stones will be a good start.”

“How will those help?” Angela questioned in response.

“I have told you before that we believe that everything has a spirit. The ground has a spirit, buildings have spirits, cars have spirits, those rocks have spirits,” Her grandmother mentioned, “You can affect it all by using and channeling Nwyfre. However, you cannot enforce your own will if it goes totally against the will of the spirit you are trying to influence. You don’t know how to channel Nwyfre yet but everyone channels a little bit of it in how they perceive the world and react to it.

“By placing the stones in set spots in the room, not moving them, but constantly thinking about them and referencing them in your mind as a sort of step ladder; you start influencing how they will react. You aren’t casting a spell but they will start to change their influence to bend to your will. It is true that having three elements will be easier to bend to your will than those mixed elements of stones in your hands but they will do the same thing eventually. The stones will become tied to your Nwyfre flow and spirits will see it as a ladder and be nudged out of your personal space. You will be able to project easier around that space and you will find your way back because you are connected to it. Without doing anything special, you have channeled and affected reality subtly.” Her grandmother explained.

Angela smiled, “Cool.”

“Don’t expect anything to happen overnight since those stones are not pure elements,” her Grandmother cautioned, “Give it a couple of weeks or a couple of months.”

Angela nodded, “I will.” She glanced down at the iron pyrite in her hands and noticed how similar it looked to pictures of gold she had seen in her geology text book from her middle school science class and asked, “Why do elemental stones do better than these stones?”

“The elements know what they are and what they can do. Carbon is a very versatile element. It can conduct electricity in certain conditions and it can exist as a liquid and as multiple types of rocks. Silver is said to have properties to disrupt certain types of magic and purifying properties. Gold does not rust and keeps is luster after many years. You leave those rocks in the ground and come back in a few centuries and you will still have carbon, silver, and gold. It is easier to influence their Nwyfre as a result. The elements you have in your hand are less clear in their roles and thus their Nwyfre is harder to influence as a result.”

“I heard in the dream, that if I had to, I could take some rocks and paint them black, silver, and gold, and use them the same way?” Angela questioned, “Is that true.”

Her grandmother smiled but shrugged, “to a point. They will do if you have nothing else around and needed something but you are trying to get ordinary rocks to do something they cannot do normally. That is an example of trying to enforce your will. It may work for a short time but the effect is weak and will actually fade with time.”

Angela nodded and gave her grandmother a genuine smile, “I see. Well, I don’t have to worry about that now since you gave me these extra stones. Thank you for that.”

“Well that depends,” Her grandmother stated, “Anyone can use spirit stones, not just us. If you have a friend that has nightmares or thinks they are being harassed by ghosts, you could placate them by giving them a set of spirit stones. Since you don’t have a lot of money at your disposal you can paint a few stones and give it them with the same instructions. If the painted stones start to work for them, you can tell them to get some better stones to take their place.”

GPFriday: Children of Legend: Chapter #6: Extending the senses — June 16, 2017

GPFriday: Children of Legend: Chapter #6: Extending the senses

Sit back and enjoy

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Previous 5 chapters

Chapter #1: Unusual Children

Chapter #2: Trinity of Teachers

Chapter #3: The Zoo in the Park

Chapter #4: the offer

Chapter #5 Holistic and Connected

Chapter #6: Extending the Senses

 

Greeley Colorado

 April 9th, 202-CE

 

It was a calm and warm spring afternoon. After the winds of the last few days, the kids were sure that there would be rain or snow in the forecast. Either was a possibility since March and April were the snowiest months of the year for the state. It was a surprising twist for the children that they could play on the playground. That was how it would appear for Sean, Jena, and Curtis before Scarlet arrived carrying a thick black bandana in her hand.

Sean had almost forgot that it would be the first day of his training. In his pocket rested a new MP3 player a nice and expensive set of earphones. Inside of the MP3 player was a large memory card filled to capacity with discographies of various bands. His mother said that any music that he liked he could keep and set up a playlist for. She would show him how. He was free to play the music as loud as he wanted when he wasn’t in class.

Scarlet’s red hair was straighter today than the last time he saw her. He figured that she must have done something to straighten it. Her blue eyes glanced around to the other two children, “Would you like to introduce me to your friends?” She asked the young golden eyed boy.

Sean nodded and pointed to the blue-eyed boy, “That is Curtis,” He pointed to the red headed green eyed girl, “and this is Jena.”

“They are psychic so they can stay but don’t expect me to train them to use their abilities. The only reason I am training you is because it is becoming a problem for you,” Scarlet noted.

“About that,” Sean stated as he pulled out the MP3 player, “My mother bought me a music player and filled it up with music. She said it helped her with her telepathy when she was my age. Maybe we could skip the training for today and just play? Maybe the music will help me?”

“It might help you,” Scarlet nodded, “It is a common tactic for strong telepaths to use noise to drown out the voices of the others they hear around them but it will not help you to control it completely. You still need training. You still need control.”

“How do you know we are psychic?” Curtis questioned.

“I know,” Scarlet answered.

“That’s not an answer,” Jena stated in response.

“I have a question for you, little girl,” Scarlet stated in response, “Are you his sister? You look like his mother. Aside from the eyes, he looks like his father.”

“If you are a telepath, why don’t you read my mind and find out?” Jena stated as she crossed her arms.

“One thing you all should know is that the reason why people like Miss Leeks reacted the way she did to Sean is because they are afraid that because we can read minds is that we will read minds. You should treat people’s minds as private places. That means if someone doesn’t want to tell you something then you shouldn’t go snooping around. People get pissed if you read their diary, reading their mind is the same thing. If you don’t want to answer me, that’s fine,” Scarlet cautioned, “But that is the reason why I am training Sean. He wants to stay out of people’s mind but he cannot control his ability to do so.”

Sean glanced down at the bandana in her hand, “What’s that for?” He asked.

She walked up towards him, “I’m going to blind fold you.”

He took a step back from her, “Why?”

“Telepathy is another sense but it because our minds haven’t evolved for it yet it has become tied to other senses. You can hear the thoughts of those around you but you can also use it to see other things as well. You can expand it to other senses. That is what blindfolding you will do; it will force your mind to compensate. You will use your telepathy to expand it to your sense of sight,” Scarlet stated.

“I don’t understand,” Sean said, “I thought we were going to teach me how to control it. Not use it.”

“Control it means using it,” Scarlet replied, “You will have to learn how to use it in order to learn how to control it.”

Curtis smirked, “let her put it on you, I want to see what she has planned for you.”

“Are you sure you won’t teach him how to use his powers?” Sean questioned, “I think he also needs to be blind folded.”

“I might blind fold him later for that comment,” Scarlet nodded, “But make no mistake about your talents. They are not powers. Never think of them as powers. You may be different from other humans but you aren’t more powerful than them.”

Sean nodded, “I will make sure that I don’t say that in the future.”

Again, Scarlet approached Sean with the bandana. This time he stayed still and let her tie it around his head. She made sure he couldn’t see anything but could still breathe and that it was comfortable on him. With him only seeing the darkness the blindfold provided, he noticed that the voice around him grew louder, “I don’t think it’s working the way you wanted. It’s just getting louder.”

“I haven’t told you what you will be doing yet,” Scarlet stated in response, “It is natural for your other senses to start using the space your vision had when you can’t see. That is why the voices are getting louder. You should also notice that sounds in general are also getting louder. You should also notice that smells are getting better. Take a whiff.”

Sean sniffed the air. He could smell the blooming flowers and the grass as if he had just dived head first into all of it. The natural musk of his friends and Scarlet also blended in with the smells as well as stone of the concrete and the faint smell of asphalt from the street beyond. It seemed incredible at how potent his other senses had become in just removing one. He wondered, if Telepathy was truly a sense, as Scarlet described, if the rest of his senses would expand in the same manner if someone managed to turn it off. He could see the point of her argument; the other humans may not have telepathy but their minds did not have to compensate for a sixth sense.

“What I want you to do now is to try to see yourself through my eyes,” Scarlet mentioned.

“I thought you said that we shouldn’t invade other people’s minds,” Sean questioned in response.

“Perhaps I should change that a little,” Scarlet stated, “You shouldn’t do that without their permission. You have my permission to go into my mind. I want you to go into my mind and pull an image of yourself standing blind folded.”

Of all of the voices in the sea, he did know how to focus on one voice in particular. When he tried to focus on Scarlet, he couldn’t find her voice in the sea, he could only find Jena’s voice. He shook his head to clear her voice from it. She wasn’t resisting him or inviting him in, this time, he was trying to target someone other than her. She was proving to be a distraction. After two more attempts, he opened his mouth to speak, “I can’t seem to find you.”

“Your voice sounds distorted in your head. That is the voice that narrates your own thoughts,” Scarlet stated, “My voice doesn’t sound the same to me as it sounds to you.”

“I know that. Jena’s voice sounds different to her than it does to me,” Sean stated in response, “I just can’t seem to find your voice in the pool of voices around me.”

“Let me reach out to you,” Scarlet offered, “Do you mind if I do that?”

Sean shook his head, “That is usually how I discover the voices of people familiar to me. Everyone else is usually an accident.”

Scarlet took that long response as a yes and reached out for his mind. She found it soon enough, “This is my voice as I sound to myself. I am sure, as we work together, it will become as familiar to you as Jena’s does.”

“I will remember it,” He projected back. When he noticed that she was not shocked he stated aloud, “You didn’t flinch when I projected to you.”

“I heard you before,” Scarlet stated, “You cried out when you were being attacked. Why do you think I took notice of you in the first place?”

Sean shrugged, “I don’t know. I figured you were there because you were sick or something and noticed that I couldn’t control it during class the other day. That was why you decided to teach me.”

Scarlet chewed on her lip before answering, “Well, you weren’t wrong. I was there to see if you were using your abilities on purpose. I do know some techniques that can seal away a person’s abilities. If you were using your abilities on purpose I was going to do that instead.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you chose to do that,” Sean stated in response, “In truth, I wouldn’t mind being normal, like everyone else.”

Scarlet was unsure how to respond for a moment. She understood where the boy was coming from. She had been viewed as a freak ever since she was little. Even among other psychics she was an oddity. A lot of psychics around her had a couple of abilities including telepathy. She only had telepathy and that was different than those around her. She had yet to encounter another like her. If she could seal away her own telepathy, and she tried, she would do so. Unfortunately, the power only worked on others. She was not sure she could teach anyone else how to do that.

Finally, she came up with an appropriate answer, “I will not seal away your telepathy right now. You may come to find that it is more a part of you than you realize. It would be cruel of me to take it away from you just because you want it gone right now. It is best for you to learn how to control it right now and make up your mind about it later. You may find out that there is someone out there who you cannot read. If that day comes then you may want to read their mind and learn how much of yourself you really are with those abilities.”

“Why would you take them away if I am abusing them?” Sean questioned, “I don’t see the difference.”

“It’s complicated. Maybe you will understand one day. I will explain it later on,” Scarlet stated, “In either case it would have been a last resort. I am not sure I could reverse it if I took away someone’s abilities so I don’t do it unless there is no other choice.” She glanced back down at Sean, “Now that you have my voice, try to see yourself through my eyes.”

It didn’t take long for Sean to find her voice amongst the crowd of voices he was swimming in this time. Once he found her, it was hard to navigate his way to what she was seeing. Unsure of what he should do, he asked telepathically “How do I get to what you are seeing? I have never looked through someone else’s eyes before.”

“You never probed someone’s mind before?” She responded telepathically.

He shook his head and shrugged, “I have no clue as to what to do.”

Scarlet nodded but she knew that he couldn’t see that yet, “Well I guess it is different for everyone and not every telepath can see through the eyes of another so don’t get disappointed if you cannot do it. Try to avoid the thoughts and memories and try to follow a road, a path, a tube, conduit, or something that will lead you to my sight. Some people envision a hallway with different doors and corridors. Others see things differently. Your mind has to translate what is going on in my head.”

“You can’t guide me?” He asked in response.

“You have to do this on your own,” Scarlet answered.

Sean tried to follow what she suggested. He tried to envision something that could guide him to his goal. Slowly he started to see a path of light. It was like a thread that was lit up in the darkness. He could feel himself drawn along it. He let himself be drawn and after a while a fuzzy image of the surroundings came into view. He could see himself through her eyes. As it cleared, he recognized the park and surroundings but things didn’t look right. The landscape seemed different because she was taller than him.

In that instant, something happened. His mind was trying to process what she was seeing as if it was his own eyes. He felt dizzy and his knees started to feel like they were turning to jelly. As he felt the wobbling of his body and the butterflies in his stomach, he could see himself starting to sway through her eyes which added to his own vertigo. As he lost his sense of balance, Scarlet started to rush towards him which only served to confuse his senses even more.

He collapsed to the ground like a sack of potatoes before Scarlet or his friends could get to him. He broke the link at that point but it didn’t dispel the wave of vertigo or nausea that threatened to overwhelm him. Scarlet pulled off the blindfold and pulled his head onto her lap, “Are you okay? What happened?”

“I think I will be okay, if my stomach doesn’t settle, I might get sick,” He commented, “I saw myself through you. It was a bit weird. It made me go dizzy and funny.”

“That is the first time you sounded like a kid,” Scarlet commented, “Come to think of it, I didn’t feel you go through my mind. How did you do that?”

Sean shrugged, “I don’t know. I saw a small string of light and I let myself be pulled by it and that was how I got to your vision. I thought you figured out a way to lead me through.”

She shook her head, “no I didn’t. It seems like you already figured out a way to use impulses to your advantage. That must have been how you got to my sight without me noticing.”

“I don’t know what you said but can we call it a day?” Sean questioned.

Jena knelt down next to him, “Are you still feeling sick to your stomach?”

Sean nodded, “I am.”

Jena placed a hand on his stomach. A moment later the queasy feelings eased and his body calmed down. She placed a hand on his head and the vertigo vanished. He sat up and gave her a smiled, “Now that is a useful gift. Can we trade?”

“I’m already a telepath so I can’t,” Jena giggled.

Scarlet glanced down at the blindfold, “If you are feeling better, would you like to try one more thing before calling it a day?”

Sean shook his head, “No. I think I have done enough for one day.”

She stuffed the blindfold in her pocket, “okay, we can save this for tomorrow then. Can I ask you a few questions? Get to know you a little better before we part ways for the day?”

“That’s fine,” Sean nodded.

“Is Jena your sister?” Scarlet asked.

Sean shook his head and answered, “I consider her the sister I never had but we aren’t related. I was born in the same hospital, on the same day, as she was but we are not related.”

Scarlet cocked her head in curiosity, “She looks so much like your mother. Are you sure that you two aren’t related? Could you have been switched at birth?”

“There is no way of that,” Jena answered, “My mother wouldn’t let me out of her sight when I was born.”

“Same,” Sean added, “Plus, she looks like her parents.”

“Do you know if your parents are possibly related to each other?” Scarlet questioned.

Both shook their heads, “His mother has a complete family history and so does my family. His father is also not related to my family in any way. The fact that we look related is just a strange thing.”

“Interesting,” Scarlet nodded. She glanced back to Sean, “Do you have any brothers or sisters?”

“Not that I know,” he replied.

“Do you spend a lot of time with other members of your family?” She asked in response.

He shook his head, “The only other members of my family I see are my second cousin, Relena, and her father. Her father is my mother’s cousin. My mother won’t let me see anyone from my father’s side of the family.”

“The three of them are like the black sheep of their families,” Curtis commented.

“You are like a lone wolf,” Scarlet nodded.

Jena chuckled, “his middle name is Wolfe,”

“I think I will call you Lone Wolfe from now on,” Scarlet mentioned.

Sean sighed, “What is wrong with my name? I have friends!”

Scarlet nodded, “you have friends but you keep to yourself when it involves your family. You don’t spend a lot of time with your parents when you are there. You don’t spend a lot of time with your extended family. I don’t call you Lone Wolfe because you are a loner in general; wolves are pack creatures, packs are families. You don’t seem to fit in with your family at all. That makes you a lone wolf. You may not like it but you are Lone Wolfe.”

Curtis nodded, “I like it, it gives you that ‘devil may care’ feel.”

“Your middle name is Wolfe,” Jena added.

Sean sighed, “My name is Sean. I would like to stick to that.”

Curtis chuckled, “Whatever you say, Lone Wolfe.”

GPFriday: Children of Legend Chapter #5 Holistic and Connected — June 9, 2017

GPFriday: Children of Legend Chapter #5 Holistic and Connected

Happy Friday, Enjoy the new graphic for Children of Legend as I kick your Leisure up a notch!

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Chapter #1: unusual Children

Chapter #2: Trinity of Teachers

Chapter #3: The Zoo at the Park

Chapter #4: the offer

Chapter #5: Holistic and Connected

 

Greeley Colorado

April 8th, 2020-CE

 

A despondent eleven-year-old walked into the Holistic and Eclectic shop in the downtown area of town. She had done this every day for years but in the past two months, since her mother passed away, she lacked the usual excitement that she used to. When she opened the door, she saw her grandmother, her black hair had started to fade to the same gray that the young girl’s eyes had become in recent years. She was talking to a young woman with brown hair and green eyes. The eleven-year-old recognized her right away, “Hi grandma, hi Sylvia,” The girl greeted with a sigh and walked to the back of the store and sat her backpack on the floor next to the stool she sat on.

“Hi Angela,” Sylvia smiled, “I was telling your grandmother about something interesting that happened yesterday. Apparently, a telepath is going to teach my son how to control his telepathy.”

“That’s nice,” Angela stated as she glanced around the shop. It seemed so empty without her mother there. She would have thought that after the last couple of months, she would have gotten used to it but there was a hole that could never be filled.

“I was going to suggest that maybe it would do the boy some good to go through some druid meditations as well,” her grandmother suggested, “What do you think about that, sweetie?”

All three of the people in the room had been through the process of learning how to meditate in the fashion her grandmother suggested. The process was fairly simple; start off by laying on a flat sturdy surface like a wooden or stone floor and relax. Eventually that will not feel so uncomfortable. After that was the “red dot” treatment. The process was sitting in a wooden chair with no padding and staring at a folded sheet of paper with a red dot on it. The red dot would be the universe and one would think of nothing else aside from the red dot.

While the first part wouldn’t take a lot of time, the second part did. That was because a person couldn’t simply stop thinking about everything during their time with the red dot. If they thought about something else, they would have to trace back the source of the thought and address it before proceeding with their attempt at meditation.

Sylvia chuckled and grasped her triskal in a circle pendant, “I don’t think he could sit still long enough during the second phase of learning how to meditate. I would like to see him try. Maybe knowing Angela is telepathic would entice him to try.”

Angela glanced up. She tried to envision a young telepathic child sitting there, trying to ignore everything around him and concentrating on that damned red dot. It was hard enough for a normal person to focus on the red dot. She was a telepath and could hear the thoughts of those immediately around her which made it harder. She couldn’t imagine someone with the power that Sylvia had trying to focus on the red dot. Yet, Sylvia had managed to do just that. She wondered if her progeny could also manage it.

Before she knew it, both of the older women were glancing at her, “Do you have any advice for the junior member?” Her grandmother questioned.

Angela blushed and shrugged, “What always helped me with the voices in the beginning was playing music loud. Invest in a good MP3 player and ear phones. Let him walk around playing his favorite music at full blast.”

“I don’t want him to go deaf,” Sylvia shook her head.

“Better than him going crazy from the voices,” Angela protested softly, “What did you do when you were his age?”

“Played music at full blast,” Sylvia stated in response with a flush rising on her face.

“What does a seven-year-old listen to?” Her grandmother questioned in response?

Angela shrugged, “Give him a copy of my library. It has punk, goth, metal, rock, new age, pretty much everything except for country and rap. There will have to be something in there that he likes.”

Sylvia shrugged, “Between your library and mine, there has be something there for him. I will take it.” She walked over to the incense rack and pulled some lavender incense rods from their holder, “And I will take some of this too. I feel that smell tends to help me more than most things anymore.”

 

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It was late at night when it felt like something had crashed down on her bed. She sat up and glanced around. There was nothing there. Slowly, Angela rose and crossed to the door for the light switch. As she crossed, she glanced to the window. There was a dark image sitting in it glancing back at her with one gray eye and one blue eye. She screamed but she found her voice didn’t carry. She also noticed that she did not have a reflection in the mirror, “what’s going on?” she asked, “What are you?”

“A spirit, not much different than you,” the thing in the mirror spoke with a feminine voice. It pointed back to her bed.

Angela glanced over to her bed and found that she was still sleeping in it. She shook her head to clear it but found that she was still resting soundly in her bed, “What happened to me? Did I die?”

“In my time, we called it spirit flight. I believe your mystics now call it astral projection.” The darkness in the mirror stated in response. “Spirit flight is a dangerous thing to do without adequate wards in place. At the moment, you are anchored to your body by only the flimsiest of Nwyfre. Someone could cut that string and you would find it hard to get back to your body. Your body would live on but you would be lost to find your way back to it.”

“Are you here to harm me?” Angela shivered as she asked.

“On the contrary, I am here to teach you. Your first lesson, you need to assemble a set of spirit stones. They will aide you in spirit flight, provide you with an anchor and a way back if you are ever severed or lost from your body, and ward you from unwanted spirits near your body and in your living space.” The spirit replied.

“If you are an unwanted spirit?” Angela questioned.

“Then the stones will keep me away but I don’t think I am an unwanted spirit,” it replied.

“What makes you say that?” Angela asked in reply.

“You summoned me. It must have been something you heard in the day,” The spirit answered.

Angela thought about it for a moment. She didn’t think anything particular would have caused her to reach out to a spirit. She had been morose and depressed since her mother passed. If anything, she would have wanted to see her mother again. She would have preferred it would have been her mother in the mirror as opposed to whatever was facing her now. Her mother never learned how to be a druid like her grandmother. Her mother also did not possess psychic abilities like her grandmother. The power seemed to have skipped a generation. Her grandmother told her that it happened in their family. Angela’s great grandmother was normal also. The talent was taught to every other generation for the past six generations now.

The only thing that was different about this day was Sylvia talking about possibly having her son learning how to meditate like she and her grandmother meditated. She wondered if that somehow called the spirit. She didn’t know why that would have called the spirit. She actually thought it would have been funny to see a powerful psychic with out of control powers try to sit still and stare at a red dot for an hour and think of nothing else.

It was when she really focused on it that she could see what the spirit was talking about. Angela took to meditation easier than most children did. Her psychic powers were more sedate than those of Sylvia. While she revered the woman, and had to admit that she found the young mother good looking to the eyes, she felt like she was being measured up to against her son. Her son who had powerful psychic powers. He couldn’t control them and one resort was to train him how to control them using a family technique.

The Spirit offered her the same thing that was offered to the boy and no one could tell the spirit no except for Angela. This gave her a power over her destiny that no one else had. She nodded, “What spell do I need to cast to make these stones?”

“Silly girl, you aren’t a witch or a mage. You are a druid by training, you are a shaman! These aren’t things that you enchant with a spell and force your impression upon the world. These are tools that provide a focus. With repetition and patience, they will become spirit stones. You just need three ordinary stones.”

“Which stones?’ Angela asked.

“You will need a lump of coal as a base, silver as a middle step and gold as the top step. Think of them as stepping stones. Once you get them. Set them in three separate spots in your room and do not move them. They will serve as a foundation. If you keep them in their mind in order of black, silver, gold as bottom, middle, and top then you will be able to attain flight easier and return to your body easier. They will also start to influence spirits to leave your space,” The spirit explained.

“Coal shouldn’t be too hard to get,” Angela stated, “But the gold and silver are a problem. They are rare elements and hard to get. Gold is very expensive.”

“They don’t have to be those elements but they won’t have the same effect immediately. It will take longer for them to have influence. You can substitute Iron pyrite for gold and a silvery metal for the second stone. If you have trouble finding coal you can also grab obsidian or another black stone. Just remember that since you moved away from a primary element that you won’t have the same effect immediately. You can also paint ordinary rocks but the effect will be weaker. Just something to remember if you get in a pinch someday,” The spirit suggested.

“I will think about that,” Angela nodded.

“Think about this when you think about that,” The spirit replied, “I will not return until you get the stones and set them up. If you want me as a teacher then you will have to follow my instructions.” With those words, the spirit snapped its fingers and the entire world went dark.

Angela opened her eyes and sat up in her bed again. It was dark just like the last time. She raced to where she was just standing and glanced back at the mirror. Whatever was in the mirror was now gone. She glanced back at the bed and did not see herself there. She raced to the light switch and flipped it on. She glanced around and couldn’t find any sign that anything had been in her room. She would have to go downstairs to talk to her grandmother in the morning. Angela had to get the stones. That was, if it wasn’t a trap and her grandmother could get her the stones of correct color.

IWSG: June: Did I ever say “I Quit?” and what made me come back to writing… — June 7, 2017

IWSG: June: Did I ever say “I Quit?” and what made me come back to writing…

It is the first Wednesday of June and hopefully summer is around the corner. Welcome new writers and if you haven’t been to the site yet, be sure to visit the IWSG support group

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The June question is: Did we ever say “I quit?” If so, what made us come back to writing.

Well…

Since I go insane if I don’t write and my mother proved that this is a life long thing by pulling out a picture book i drew and wrote when I was 3, I never said I quit per se.

I am ashamed to admit it but I am a former smoker. I have been vaping since 2009 (since before it was infamous, before it was cool, before it was trendy, before it was weird, before it was awkward, before a lot of people knew about it). that was the best way i knew of to put down tobacco for good. I have made many attempts to quit smoking

chantix… If you are like me DON’T TRY CHANTIX!!

the patch, doesnt seem to work if you STILL SMOKE WHILE WEARING IT

the gum, DOESNT WORK IF YOU SMOKE WHILE CHEWING IT

They resorted to other anti depressants. One worked but it also took away that link in my brain between my creative writing and my hands. It’s called Wellbutron. I didn’t smoke, i didnt crave, didn’t even think about smoking for 3 weeks. I also couldn’t put pen to paper in a creative way for 3 weeks. I couldn’t type a limerick or prose, let alone work on a novel during that time.

This is how my wife learned I really do go crazy if I don’t write. before, she thought I was making it up, i just really wanted to write and just used my mental health as an excuse. Nope, something goes wrong with my thought process if I cannot write. I can try to go without writing but sooner or later I am COMPELLED to write. if something blocks me from it then it is like normal people without sleep. I go BANANAS!

At the end of the 3 weeks me and my wife came to a critical decision. throw the wellbutron away and if I go back to smoking we will find something else. If i have to try anything that messes with my brain chemestry we have to make sure it is nothing like wellbutron, we want that 3 week period to be nothing more than a fuzzy reminder.

at least a few days after the last dose I was able to write again.

 

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