and Ivy knew deeeeeep in her guts that it was wrong but what else could she do? She had grown used to the dark meetings with her lover the Moonlight, and except for the difficult week of the dark-of-the-moon, they hadn't been without each other for weeks. How comfortable a temporary situation can become.
Uncle, asleep in his chair, his nose touching his chest. Uncle, his warnings for her to keep to the house at night unheeded, spends his days in a perpetual grog. Nothing will stand before love, it will leave a wasteland in it's wake! Now is her cue to slip out into the late summer night.
The moonlight was grouchy, having waited and waited for his love. (She had to bathe first of course! and perfume herself and put roses in her cheeks.)
"What took you so long.." he growled in their secret way.
"I'm here now aren't I?" She sighed and fell to the ground, rolling back and forth in the grass in his light. She giggled and wrapped her arms around herself.
"I guess this won't be as much fun in the winter."
"You're getting grass all over yourself," the Moonlight said.
"I don't care! I could lie here forever," she said and stopped rolling and stared up at the sky.
"The universe is so dark, but that is where you live. And here you are with me, now, giving me a little bit of it's light."
"Who's light?"
"The Universe's!"
"Yes," he said, "and I always will."
"But will you always love me, as you do right now?"
And because he was older and very much wiser, he said;
"Probably not. But what do I know! This feeling right here, with you, feels different to me. But I have been in love many many times."
"I've never loved anyone like this.."
"You're lucky," the Moonlight sighed,"it always seems to end so sadly."
"Well I never even thought this wouldn't go on, forever and forever-" and she stopped talking with a thump because she heard what she was saying.
"Ivy, you will find the life you were meant to live."
"But how will I ever find it!"
"You'll have to stop spending all you time in the backyard with me."
"What?"
"You know I especially love watching you writhe under my stare, Ivy. I spend my time in other parts of the world dreaming of your face, your hair, your pants...but-"
"But a romance between a celestial light and a human woman will never work out will it."
"Have you thought about sex?"
"What about it?" she blushed, leaning over into the dark.
"How that would work, between us I mean."
"Well, don't you know?" she asked.
"No!" he said. " I've never, done that before.."
"I don't care about that," she whispered and traced a pattern of him in the grass with her bare toe.
"You don't mean that. I don't believe you." he whispered back.
She cried and then she cried. He brushed against her ear and spoke sweet silver words to her. They went into her soul and she felt a little less, less than whole.
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It was late when Ivy finally locked the door behind her. She saw the taxi waiting at the curb, and as she walked toward it she took one last look at the lingering moonlight. Then she opened the door and climbed inside.
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Saturday, June 25, 2011
One Night I Went Outside and I...
..just to look she thought, she just had to get a drink of that warm summer night-air.
Ivy opened the back door stealthily and oh, the full moon! And the light! as it swept the yard. Ghostly bright, a little shy. VERY handsome. She fell almost painfully in love. And the Moonlight suddenly likewise, saw the girl and fell in love with her watery beauty, water being one of the Moonlight's favorite substances, as he adored playing across it's gorgeous various surfaces.
They spent the evening basking in each other's beauty; it was a heady experience for them both. It in fact disturbed them so much it sharply altered their behavior. Ivy remained inside at night, away from all windows for a week. The Moonlight ran patchily over dark lawns, as the moon hid behind a thin scrim of slow moving clouds.
Uncle was glad of the new found reclusive bent in Ivy. She had been his ward as a child and, after becoming emancipated, decided to continue living in his house as his maid. Ivy had always been an explorer, disappearing for hours and annoying Uncle to no end!
Ivy cooked, cleaned and fluffed his pillows. She also washed and detailed his car, had his golf clubs cleaned and had his suits tailored. When addressing Ivy, Uncle had gotten into the habit of just calling her "I". This had the effect of putting her constantly alert for her name in a sort of dull, rat in a maze sort of way. Was she "I"? Was he "I"? And she heard him say "I" all the time; he was quite a pontificator.
Ivy often wondered if there might be a more fulfilling life out there for her. A different kind of partner. Maybe even her own "I".
Uncle however, was more than comfortable with the arrangement and saw no reason to change it. She was paid well! Well paid! (He was also confirmed bachelor, and liked it that way.)
And now here was this Moonlight, shining so confidently and so so lovely. But to fall in love? With a patch of light? Haha! Stupid! Ridiculous....
And how did they even communicate? She honestly couldn't remember, although... did she reveal something, something secret? Did he? And later, feeling a shiver as she traced him with her eyes, back up to the moon.
After their initial shyness together, they began to lust after their next encounter. Ivy began to go outside again and the Moonlight was never brighter and more seductive. There was a stretch in June where they spent 10 nights in a row together! Uncle was not pleased.
"For one thing I," he began, "the silver ware is not being properly cleaned. And the grout in my shower is turning pink. And my suits have not been picked up from the cleaners..."
"I'm just so tired Uncle," she replied whilst yawning a face splitting yawn. She had been up to almost-day-light. Again.
"I have to say I, it is kind of weird, you're spending an awful lot of time out in the back yard at night. Why is that? Please don't do it anymore, I."
"I'm studying astronomy Uncle, I have to be out there!"
"I don't know. I don't think it's safe. Study during the day."
"But Uncle!"
"Don't make me lock you in, treasure." He chucked her under her chin. "Make that steak for me tonight will you, RARE."
And that was the night she first began putting drops in his evening meat and drink. Uncle slept soundly all night long.
END OF PART 1**********************
Ivy opened the back door stealthily and oh, the full moon! And the light! as it swept the yard. Ghostly bright, a little shy. VERY handsome. She fell almost painfully in love. And the Moonlight suddenly likewise, saw the girl and fell in love with her watery beauty, water being one of the Moonlight's favorite substances, as he adored playing across it's gorgeous various surfaces.
They spent the evening basking in each other's beauty; it was a heady experience for them both. It in fact disturbed them so much it sharply altered their behavior. Ivy remained inside at night, away from all windows for a week. The Moonlight ran patchily over dark lawns, as the moon hid behind a thin scrim of slow moving clouds.
Uncle was glad of the new found reclusive bent in Ivy. She had been his ward as a child and, after becoming emancipated, decided to continue living in his house as his maid. Ivy had always been an explorer, disappearing for hours and annoying Uncle to no end!
Ivy cooked, cleaned and fluffed his pillows. She also washed and detailed his car, had his golf clubs cleaned and had his suits tailored. When addressing Ivy, Uncle had gotten into the habit of just calling her "I". This had the effect of putting her constantly alert for her name in a sort of dull, rat in a maze sort of way. Was she "I"? Was he "I"? And she heard him say "I" all the time; he was quite a pontificator.
Ivy often wondered if there might be a more fulfilling life out there for her. A different kind of partner. Maybe even her own "I".
Uncle however, was more than comfortable with the arrangement and saw no reason to change it. She was paid well! Well paid! (He was also confirmed bachelor, and liked it that way.)
And now here was this Moonlight, shining so confidently and so so lovely. But to fall in love? With a patch of light? Haha! Stupid! Ridiculous....
And how did they even communicate? She honestly couldn't remember, although... did she reveal something, something secret? Did he? And later, feeling a shiver as she traced him with her eyes, back up to the moon.
After their initial shyness together, they began to lust after their next encounter. Ivy began to go outside again and the Moonlight was never brighter and more seductive. There was a stretch in June where they spent 10 nights in a row together! Uncle was not pleased.
"For one thing I," he began, "the silver ware is not being properly cleaned. And the grout in my shower is turning pink. And my suits have not been picked up from the cleaners..."
"I'm just so tired Uncle," she replied whilst yawning a face splitting yawn. She had been up to almost-day-light. Again.
"I have to say I, it is kind of weird, you're spending an awful lot of time out in the back yard at night. Why is that? Please don't do it anymore, I."
"I'm studying astronomy Uncle, I have to be out there!"
"I don't know. I don't think it's safe. Study during the day."
"But Uncle!"
"Don't make me lock you in, treasure." He chucked her under her chin. "Make that steak for me tonight will you, RARE."
And that was the night she first began putting drops in his evening meat and drink. Uncle slept soundly all night long.
END OF PART 1**********************
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
The Wall part 5
(When we last saw our hero Stacey, she was stripping a lavender rose of it's petals, a rose that spoke and commanded her to do so, a beauteous rose that sounded exactly like her recently deceased sister, Lana.)
"I repeat, what the hell are you doing to my roses?"
It was the boy-voice, a voice coming from a very stern fellow who had suddenly appeared in the rose garden.
"Oh, nothing sir," Stacey replied as she quickly stripped the petals and shoved them into her sweatshirt pocket.
"I saw you, you just picked one of my roses!"
"No I didn't, I stripped it."
"Same thing! What gives you the right? I grow those roses, I tend them and water and feed them and-"
"I know Sir, and they're beautiful. You're a very very good gardener. But my sister's voice was talking to me from them, and she told me to strip the petals and put them in my pocket."
A strange muffled ranting was heard coming from her pocket.
"And she died, not too long ago, and, I miss her. So I did it."
Stacey looked down in shame and acceptance. But she would not give up the petals, even if he asked her too, even if he threatened her, no way.
"Your sister? Lana's your sister?"
"Yes, hey did she talk to you too?"
The boy/man sat down in a clump among the roses. "Wow," he said. He absently picked up a clod of dirt and crushed it in has hand.
"She has been talking, yeah a lot, about some..stuff and god sometimes I can't even sleep because of that voice! blah blah blah.."
A "sound" strained from Stacey's pocket in an irate tone.
"My bedroom is right there," and he pointed to the mirror image of her house that was his house, and he pointed to the room that also belonged Stacey, on the other side of the Wall. "It's right to the left of the rose garden, so when someone's talking all night, you can't sleep." He yawned dramatically.
"That's my room too! And it was Lana's before she.. before that dang wall...."
"She told me. She told me all of it. You're Stacey."
"Yeah! She told you about me?"
"She said you'd be coming soon. She said you're a weaver."
"Well I'm more of a stitcher."
"Over her we call them 'weavers'".
"Oh," Stacey said.
And then, because her pocket began to vibrate with that frustrated muttering, she pulled a single petal out of her pocket.
"Oh finally! I thought you dunces would never figure that out!"
"Sorry Lana," Stacey and the boy/man both said sheepishly. Lana in a mood was nothing to be trifled with, even if she was just a voice coming from an aging petal. But to be scolded by her long lost Lana! It was like a dream.
"Well!" the petal announced. "At least you picked a pretty flower Stacey. Thank you. I have to tell you little girl, these petals won't last forever. And when they die, my voice will cease. And you only have so many petals. And I have a lot to tell you about why you're here. Get it? Good. So we need to get going NOW. Did you guys even notice anything? Listen. Oh yeah, this is Owen."
"Hi," Stacey said.
"Nice to meet you," Owen mumbled and they shook hands, as he jumped up.
"Yeah, it is really quiet here all of a sudden." Stacey looked quickly toward the forest as a shrill bird called. This forest grew on her right, in the west. At home it existed in the east. How funny, the sun was setting behind it, turning the sky a flaming red when at home, her forest sky welcomed a soft, bluish light. What a funny sight!
"Is that that 'thing' you were yelling about all week?" He yawned again. "Like 24 hours a day."
"Yes, but I can't believe you were actually listening."
"You're tones are dulcet," he muttered and blushed.
"So little sister, the plan is that we will have to first get you...."
And as Lana's familiar voice spoke from the rapidly browning and crisping petal held so lovingly in Stacey's hand, it seemed to drift, and break, and then cease all together.
"What?! What was she gonna say?" Stacey demanded.
"I don't know, pull out another petal!"
And so she did.
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"I repeat, what the hell are you doing to my roses?"
It was the boy-voice, a voice coming from a very stern fellow who had suddenly appeared in the rose garden.
"Oh, nothing sir," Stacey replied as she quickly stripped the petals and shoved them into her sweatshirt pocket.
"I saw you, you just picked one of my roses!"
"No I didn't, I stripped it."
"Same thing! What gives you the right? I grow those roses, I tend them and water and feed them and-"
"I know Sir, and they're beautiful. You're a very very good gardener. But my sister's voice was talking to me from them, and she told me to strip the petals and put them in my pocket."
A strange muffled ranting was heard coming from her pocket.
"And she died, not too long ago, and, I miss her. So I did it."
Stacey looked down in shame and acceptance. But she would not give up the petals, even if he asked her too, even if he threatened her, no way.
"Your sister? Lana's your sister?"
"Yes, hey did she talk to you too?"
The boy/man sat down in a clump among the roses. "Wow," he said. He absently picked up a clod of dirt and crushed it in has hand.
"She has been talking, yeah a lot, about some..stuff and god sometimes I can't even sleep because of that voice! blah blah blah.."
A "sound" strained from Stacey's pocket in an irate tone.
"My bedroom is right there," and he pointed to the mirror image of her house that was his house, and he pointed to the room that also belonged Stacey, on the other side of the Wall. "It's right to the left of the rose garden, so when someone's talking all night, you can't sleep." He yawned dramatically.
"That's my room too! And it was Lana's before she.. before that dang wall...."
"She told me. She told me all of it. You're Stacey."
"Yeah! She told you about me?"
"She said you'd be coming soon. She said you're a weaver."
"Well I'm more of a stitcher."
"Over her we call them 'weavers'".
"Oh," Stacey said.
And then, because her pocket began to vibrate with that frustrated muttering, she pulled a single petal out of her pocket.
"Oh finally! I thought you dunces would never figure that out!"
"Sorry Lana," Stacey and the boy/man both said sheepishly. Lana in a mood was nothing to be trifled with, even if she was just a voice coming from an aging petal. But to be scolded by her long lost Lana! It was like a dream.
"Well!" the petal announced. "At least you picked a pretty flower Stacey. Thank you. I have to tell you little girl, these petals won't last forever. And when they die, my voice will cease. And you only have so many petals. And I have a lot to tell you about why you're here. Get it? Good. So we need to get going NOW. Did you guys even notice anything? Listen. Oh yeah, this is Owen."
"Hi," Stacey said.
"Nice to meet you," Owen mumbled and they shook hands, as he jumped up.
"Yeah, it is really quiet here all of a sudden." Stacey looked quickly toward the forest as a shrill bird called. This forest grew on her right, in the west. At home it existed in the east. How funny, the sun was setting behind it, turning the sky a flaming red when at home, her forest sky welcomed a soft, bluish light. What a funny sight!
"Is that that 'thing' you were yelling about all week?" He yawned again. "Like 24 hours a day."
"Yes, but I can't believe you were actually listening."
"You're tones are dulcet," he muttered and blushed.
"So little sister, the plan is that we will have to first get you...."
And as Lana's familiar voice spoke from the rapidly browning and crisping petal held so lovingly in Stacey's hand, it seemed to drift, and break, and then cease all together.
"What?! What was she gonna say?" Stacey demanded.
"I don't know, pull out another petal!"
And so she did.
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Wednesday, June 8, 2011
The Wall part four
(When we last saw our hero, Stacey had summoned her ancestral powers and walked through the stubborn Wall that had foiled and then killed her sister.)
Stacey looked about at the brave new world in front of her. It looked exactly the same.
"This can't be right", she thought to herself. She turned around in a circle, but her house was no longer behind her. The Wall was. Angrily aloud she said "No way! My sister promised that there would be a better world over here, that there was a reason to leave my home and risk my life and give up my dream of an embroidery store, and leave mother all alone, and my cat...." But what was really troubling Stacey was that her sister had possibly died in vain.
So she set about to see what was in this new land, what else was she to do? She felt the Wall behind her with both hands, and she pushed off. It felt like letting go of the side of the swimming pool and suddenly finding yourself in the deep end.
The land truly looked the same! But a mirror image land. There was a house in the distance that looked like her house, a forest to the west, (she checked the compass that was built into her watch to make sure), and another rose garden. She started running toward the roses, a familiar sight. The colors were so bright and vivid that they glowed in the early morning sun. For the sun had certainly risen as she moved thru the Wall. Was the passage of time the same here?
As she skidded to a stop in the dirt of the garden, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply of the gorgeous rose scent. It was religious! And she heard something, very small, very dainty; something like voices singing:
"You're finally here, hooray hooray, you're finally here HOORAY!"
And what was so funny is that it was her sister's voice.
"Lana? Is that you?" Stacey asked hesitantly.
"Of course it is, don't you recognize my voice?"
"Yeesssss. But it's like your voice times 10 thousand! All of the roses sound like you did and are talking like you at the same time!"
"Of course!" 10 thousand Lana's said, echoing about in the air. "Here Stacey, take the petals from one flower, just like you did in our garden, and put them in your pocket. Then you'll only hear one of me."
So Stacey chose the most beautiful of all, a lavender rose with a fuchsia flame. As she grabbed the flower and started to pull, a different kind of voice spoke. A deep boy voice saying,
"What the hell are you doing to my roses?"
to be continued........
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Stacey looked about at the brave new world in front of her. It looked exactly the same.
"This can't be right", she thought to herself. She turned around in a circle, but her house was no longer behind her. The Wall was. Angrily aloud she said "No way! My sister promised that there would be a better world over here, that there was a reason to leave my home and risk my life and give up my dream of an embroidery store, and leave mother all alone, and my cat...." But what was really troubling Stacey was that her sister had possibly died in vain.
So she set about to see what was in this new land, what else was she to do? She felt the Wall behind her with both hands, and she pushed off. It felt like letting go of the side of the swimming pool and suddenly finding yourself in the deep end.
The land truly looked the same! But a mirror image land. There was a house in the distance that looked like her house, a forest to the west, (she checked the compass that was built into her watch to make sure), and another rose garden. She started running toward the roses, a familiar sight. The colors were so bright and vivid that they glowed in the early morning sun. For the sun had certainly risen as she moved thru the Wall. Was the passage of time the same here?
As she skidded to a stop in the dirt of the garden, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply of the gorgeous rose scent. It was religious! And she heard something, very small, very dainty; something like voices singing:
"You're finally here, hooray hooray, you're finally here HOORAY!"
And what was so funny is that it was her sister's voice.
"Lana? Is that you?" Stacey asked hesitantly.
"Of course it is, don't you recognize my voice?"
"Yeesssss. But it's like your voice times 10 thousand! All of the roses sound like you did and are talking like you at the same time!"
"Of course!" 10 thousand Lana's said, echoing about in the air. "Here Stacey, take the petals from one flower, just like you did in our garden, and put them in your pocket. Then you'll only hear one of me."
So Stacey chose the most beautiful of all, a lavender rose with a fuchsia flame. As she grabbed the flower and started to pull, a different kind of voice spoke. A deep boy voice saying,
"What the hell are you doing to my roses?"
to be continued........
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Thursday, June 2, 2011
The Wall part 3
(When we last saw our hero Stacey, she had resolved to finish the task her recently dead sister had begun; to conquer the wall that divided them from a better world)
.Stacey packed her special embroidery floss, a hoop, a smallish piece of muslin, a toothbrush, some beef jerky and a change of clothes for her long trip. She had readied everything the night before, and now, lying in bed facing the new morning and her task, she contemplated beginning her journey. The early birds were on the vine and the sun had not yet crested the tall trees of the eastern forest.
She had resolved the night before to try once and for all to subvert the massive angry wall that had killed her sister. Whilst the smell of roses from the garden had permeated her room, she had had a strange dream. In it she recalled an ancient and otherworldly skill her family happened to possess. Legend had it that the only person to utilize the gift was Stacey's great great great great grandmother the time she found herself entrapped on all sides by a solid steel box. She had focused her attention and turned her gaze inward to look upon her highest secret self. And in this state she remade her physical body into a haze of golden light. Stacey's great great etc. grandmother stood up from her squatting position and, facing a solid, insurmountable section of the box, simply walked right through it. Yes to freedom!
And this was the brave Stacey's plan, this is the manner she had elected to try. She was sure it would work.
She gathered her provisions and stepped out into the grey.
Coming around the back of the house, she passed through the rose garden, and, stopping to smell a coral colored beauty, she thought she heard her sister's voice.
"Hurry Stacey! The window will close, the time is now!"
"Sister? Is that you?"
"Yes Stacey, of course it's me! Strip this rose of it's petals and put them in your pocket and then hurry to the wall! Stand directly in front of the hole that I gouged in it, and then squat down. You will know how to do the rest. But hurry, you haven't much time!"
As she rushed to the place her sister's voice had described, Stacey recalled that the family's legend had placed her great (etc.) grandmother's trial at just before sunrise. That gave her a little more than 10 minutes to walk through that wall!
Seeing the gouged hole her sister had made in the wall gave Stacey a small shiver of despair and loneliness. She missed her so much!
Once her sister had been a vibrant human girl, laughing and singing. Now she was a disembodied voice coming out of a rose! It wasn't fair. She put a finger in the hole, it was cold and hard. But by keeping her eye on it, she was able to position herself directly in front of it. She knelt into the soft, wet grass.
Nothing seemed to happen at first. Her eyes were closed, but it seemed as if a curtain were slowly being raised. The light coming through her eyelids was growing brighter and brighter.
"Concentrate!" Her sister's voice spoke from the petals in her pocket. "You are gold! You are made of earth, you are gold. Gold is made of earth, you are gold.." the tiny voice urged.
"I am gold. I am made of earth, I am gold. Gold is made of earth, I am gold.."
And as Stacey spiraled ever inward, she became the earth and erased her self and she was no longer the little sister or the mongoloid or even "Stacey" at all but she was her highest self and she was GOLD.
Standing slowly, she possessed a grace that was unusual and new. Her eyes closed still, she moved toward the wall, her hand outstretched as if clasping the hand of a loved one. The wall seemed to move to meet her, so sure was her movement toward it. And upon reaching it, Stacey the brightest of golden spirits, moved effortlessly through it. As through warm water, as though relaxing into a lover's arms she passed through and into the other side, leaving her home behind.
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to be continued......
.Stacey packed her special embroidery floss, a hoop, a smallish piece of muslin, a toothbrush, some beef jerky and a change of clothes for her long trip. She had readied everything the night before, and now, lying in bed facing the new morning and her task, she contemplated beginning her journey. The early birds were on the vine and the sun had not yet crested the tall trees of the eastern forest.
She had resolved the night before to try once and for all to subvert the massive angry wall that had killed her sister. Whilst the smell of roses from the garden had permeated her room, she had had a strange dream. In it she recalled an ancient and otherworldly skill her family happened to possess. Legend had it that the only person to utilize the gift was Stacey's great great great great grandmother the time she found herself entrapped on all sides by a solid steel box. She had focused her attention and turned her gaze inward to look upon her highest secret self. And in this state she remade her physical body into a haze of golden light. Stacey's great great etc. grandmother stood up from her squatting position and, facing a solid, insurmountable section of the box, simply walked right through it. Yes to freedom!
And this was the brave Stacey's plan, this is the manner she had elected to try. She was sure it would work.
She gathered her provisions and stepped out into the grey.
Coming around the back of the house, she passed through the rose garden, and, stopping to smell a coral colored beauty, she thought she heard her sister's voice.
"Hurry Stacey! The window will close, the time is now!"
"Sister? Is that you?"
"Yes Stacey, of course it's me! Strip this rose of it's petals and put them in your pocket and then hurry to the wall! Stand directly in front of the hole that I gouged in it, and then squat down. You will know how to do the rest. But hurry, you haven't much time!"
As she rushed to the place her sister's voice had described, Stacey recalled that the family's legend had placed her great (etc.) grandmother's trial at just before sunrise. That gave her a little more than 10 minutes to walk through that wall!
Seeing the gouged hole her sister had made in the wall gave Stacey a small shiver of despair and loneliness. She missed her so much!
Once her sister had been a vibrant human girl, laughing and singing. Now she was a disembodied voice coming out of a rose! It wasn't fair. She put a finger in the hole, it was cold and hard. But by keeping her eye on it, she was able to position herself directly in front of it. She knelt into the soft, wet grass.
Nothing seemed to happen at first. Her eyes were closed, but it seemed as if a curtain were slowly being raised. The light coming through her eyelids was growing brighter and brighter.
"Concentrate!" Her sister's voice spoke from the petals in her pocket. "You are gold! You are made of earth, you are gold. Gold is made of earth, you are gold.." the tiny voice urged.
"I am gold. I am made of earth, I am gold. Gold is made of earth, I am gold.."
And as Stacey spiraled ever inward, she became the earth and erased her self and she was no longer the little sister or the mongoloid or even "Stacey" at all but she was her highest self and she was GOLD.
Standing slowly, she possessed a grace that was unusual and new. Her eyes closed still, she moved toward the wall, her hand outstretched as if clasping the hand of a loved one. The wall seemed to move to meet her, so sure was her movement toward it. And upon reaching it, Stacey the brightest of golden spirits, moved effortlessly through it. As through warm water, as though relaxing into a lover's arms she passed through and into the other side, leaving her home behind.
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to be continued......
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