Dark silence had filled the air. All that could be heard was Freedom’s labored breath and his hoof’s as they glazed against the surface dust of the earth. It was a cool night. There was no setting sun…no feeding of the diamonds…no basin of water to bathe before bed.
“Stop”… said Me. It is here that we will sleep. As she dismounted, her legs buckled from the weight of her body. This was the first time that her body had left the security of Freedom’s warm hold since leaving this morning. Able to only distinguish soft dark shapes around her: Me worked her way slowly to what looked to be a large unidentifiable tree. As she walked closer to its base she could feel a huge umbrella of surrounding leaves above. It felt close. Here ….let’s sleep here. Freedom fell immediately to his knees. As he lay on his side he displayed the warmth of his under belly. Me formed into her fetal position and placed her body next to his warm side. Melody perched on the top of Freedom’s exposed hip. Exhausted…sleep came fast.
Back into her dreams… Me again slowly spiraled inward: following the bright light: feeling the sensation of silent calm as she began to touch her vulnerable emotions. Then suddenly: just like earlier…the dark force that she now recognized as “fear” swept her back into her original state where there was no emotion at all. Again…back and forth…back and forth…back and forth. She could not control the power of “fear” inside of her. Her body began to twitch…her eyes rolled uncontrollably as REM sleep kept her in her dream. She was trapped inside of herself. The fear mounted…her body began to dampen…soft moans came from her lips. She began to hyper-ventilate.
Melody was deep into a conversation with Soul, when she noticed that Me was struggling to breathe. Immediately she jumped down onto Me’s shoulder and began to peck at her left ear: no response… With firm consistent strokes she began to poke her ear again and again. A small amount blood began to pool. Freedom had by now awaken and he lye silently still as Melody struggled to get Me outside of her dream. Harder and harder she continued to jab. Blood was beginning to spill over onto Freedom’s brown coat. Please wake my Child…please wake. Suddenly: Me vaulted to her feet. She began to cry uncontrollably….unable to find air to fill her lungs…grasping into the dark. Melody surveyed the situation in silence. She jumped back to her place on Freedom’s hip as blood dripped from her tiny face: the consequences of her effort to relieve Me from her horrifying dream. Melody continued her silent quietness. Hours passed…Night moved into morning with no words spoken and no comfort bestowed.
Both Melody and Freedom knew exactly what happened: The Forest of the Naked Slate had spoken.
During this coming year…
L… Live in the moment
V…Volunteer your time to others
R…Read to continue learning
E…Exercise to feel alive
F…Forgive those unforgiven
G…Take guilt and throw it away
Me loved her Melody… They had been inseparable since birth. She was her cherished, invisible friend. Melody was a chickadee. No one could see or hear her…except Me.
Together: they explored childhood. They giggled… they cried… they grew. As time took Me from infancy into adolescence, she feared that Melody would one day be gone: vanished from her life. She could not imagine life without her Melody. “No one as an adult had an invisible friend”… she would tell herself. Mama kept telling her that too.
Melody was silently perched in her favorite birch tree a short distance from where Me was restlessly seated. It was a beautiful sun-filled afternoon. She sensed the uncomfortable emotions that these thoughts provoked in Me and could feel her confusion. Closing her eyes, Melody took a deep breath. She smiled as her imagination seized the moment and took her and Me into the future…their future.
…Melody saw everything different.
At every moment your love or lack of love for self is the anchor of who you believe you are.
At this moment your chosen relationships are influencing this love; massaging it into who you will ultimately become.
Those chosen mean everything.
Me was mentally exhausted. Deep sleep came quickly as she hung tight to Freedom’s coarse mane. Soon her mind began to open to the universe. Color and form came forward, taking her into her dreams. She was back at the county garage, twelve years earlier where the incident occurred. She saw herself lying in a pool of blood after falling from her bicycle… motionless. Melody was perched next to her left ear. She was witnessing her invented friend move into another form, no longer imaginary in her mind. She was acknowledging that they were no longer separate…they were one. They now spoke without verbal communication. Me needing only to listen: to feel.
Going deeper into her universe of dreams, Me spiraled slowly, awkwardly, inward. A bright energy was drawing her in as an unidentifiable dark force was pulling her out. She came to identify the bright energy as Melody and the dark force as Self. Her person was fighting between who she was and what society had defined her to be. It seemed forever: drawing in, pulling out, lost in time. Visuals began to flow through her mind. Words that held emotion: love/hate/fear/guilt/anger/forgiveness. It was the visual emotion of fear that stopped the chaos in her dream. She suddenly realized it was fear that controlled the dark force in Self. Fear had absorbed her person. Fear was the villain that held the power to invade and destroy her journey, her search, to fill her Naked Slate.
Me woke into darkness, still hanging tight to Freedom’s mane. It was late evening. Freedom held evidence of the day’s journey. His body now damp and dusty. His gate slow and awkward. Melody was balanced between his alert ears. They were speaking softly as Me moved out of her dreams.
Melody are we there? Are we where we are supposed to be?
My child it is you that must tell us so. It is only you who knows the direction of this journey.
Me raised her head looking into the darkness in front of her. She could see nothing but was aware of what felt to be a wall surrounding her. Her sense of smell was aroused like never before. She felt as if she was wrapped inside a cocoon. It felt claustrophobic yet safe.
This is where I want to be.
Melody do you know where this is, where we are?
Yes my child…I do.
We just entered into the Forest of the Naked Slate.
Me looked behind. It was just in time to see the last trace of light before the cocoon of darkness closed upon them.