The Beginning – Page 3 – My ghost in me…

complicated…

April 5, 2014September 30, 2020by MyGhostinMe

Chickadee dee dee
Chickadee dee

Melody had been awake all night. The time had come for Me’s journey to begin. She knew that this would be a difficult and complicated conversation.

Me was talking to the minnows dancing in the stream as Melody approached and lifted her head as she heard the flutter of wings above her. Good afternoon Melody…. Good afternoon my child. Me sensed something was different.. Melody’s body was arched conveying an authoritative posture that she had never seen before.

Melody spoke: My child it is time. Melody placed her tiny body on Me’s shoulder speaking softly yet sternly into her ear. It is time to take your journey deeper into the depth of who “you” are. You must further define your Naked Slate. You can learn no more here. You are too comfortable. You are no longer finding challenge to continue growth.

No Melody…No…No. Tears began streaming down Me’s face. Freedom who was watching from the water’s edge was now by Me’s side nuzzling her small shoulders. Me instinctively wrapped her arms around Freedom’s neck as he slid his four chunky legs to the ground to lay beside her. I love living here with Freedom and you beside me. Me was now screaming. We have the waters to listen to… the sun to nourish our hearts…the diamonds to feed our souls. Why….Why…Why Melody? Why would we leave this paradise? Why are YOU doing this to me? I need no more. I could live forever just the way we are.

Melody sat quietly listening to Me’s strained voice. Finally, she spoke. You must listen to your own words my child. Reflect on what you are verbalizing. Your Naked Slate has only touched the surface of its defining journey. There is so much more that you must see, must touch, must feel, must hear, must smell and you must sense. Do not let this false sensation of safe mediocrity hold you back from persevering your being and discovering what “can be”. You must begin packing immediately. Choose those items most important to aid you as you continue your journey… not only those items that you love. Freedom will carry your satchel as well as you at those times when the journey’s heaviness exhausts you. Knowing this, you must choose how heavy your satchel will be. For when you are exhausted: Freedom too will feel your exhaustion as he struggles in his silence to carry you and your satchel. We leave the first thing in the morning.

Me rose to her feet. Freedom awkwardly struggled to his feet too. Me was now sobbing uncontrollably. The tears rolled down her face as she struggled to fill her lungs gasping into the air above. Freedom silently followed as she began her walk back to camp. He could feel moisture in his eyes as he kept his head low so that Me could not see. He felt her pain, her agony. He felt her everything.

Melody was now at the water’s edge trembling. Her tiny wings lay limp on the warm sand below her. She closed her eyes as she struggled with her own composure. Someday Me will understand. Someday she will see as Freedom and I see. The diamonds were beginning to dissipate as the sun’s settled colors began to dim. She took it all in. She took every bit of nourishment in. She spread her wings as wide as they would go, embracing it all. She knew that this would be the last time, for a long time, that the diamonds would feed her Soul. Destination: Forest of the Naked Slate.

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Believe..., The Beginning

Believe…

January 31, 2014July 29, 2025by MyGhostinMe

Chickadeedeedee
Chickadeedee

Me startled as she heard that familiar voice. She had been transfixed on the view before her. She had just arrived to a new land that displayed an unfamiliar basin of water that was challenging her person both visually and emotionally. It was mammoth in every aspect. It was breathtaking… it demanded respect. She was seated at what was called “Land’s End”: the southernmost point of the Baja Peninsula looking south. It was where the Pacific met the Sea of Cortez. As she watched the large birds that flew overhead she saw a striking resemblance of prehistoric creatures in flight.
Observing the sea before her: she felt its authoritative control as it swept powerful surges of beautiful blue fluid high onto the shore. Looking outward into its vast domain, darkness suggested elusive powers in its depth. Even the diamonds presented themselves differently… They unassumingly preceded the sun’s descent rather than followed. This confused her.

The winter weather from where she came had been brutal. The sun had been captive for months shadowed in the sky by the gray clouds that the season brings. Because of so, no diamonds could be wakened and no embrace could be had. Her body felt dull…her emotion uninspired. Her instigative demeanor silenced. She now acknowledged and respected the elation that this evening ritual gave her. The need for the embrace of the diamonds had become part of who she had become. Concern began to occupy her mind: What if the diamonds cannot find me? she whispered. Melody who had perched her tiny body near Me’s long extended neck sensed the anxiety that was developing. My child do not rush what is to be…silence your impatience… believe. Me closed her eyes. Slowly she began to fill her lungs with the warm air that surrounded them. Deeper and deeper she inhaled until her lungs begged for release. Slowly and methodically she granted their request. Over and over she repeated the exercise gradually silencing her fear. Meanwhile Melody tucked her tiny body into the curve of Me’s neck preparing for what was to come.

Because her position faced south, Me was able to see the sun’s rising from the east. She observed with surprise that immediately following the sun’s slow ascent was a small bed of diamonds. She had never witnessed this before. She had always been poised west where the diamonds arrived mid afternoon. It was after the sun had crossed the earth behind her: falling over the bluff: reaching the water’s edge, where they immediately pooled into brilliant light. On this day as the sun traversed the waters, the diamonds continued to hold an unassuming presence. Hours passed… it was now late afternoon. As the sun began its descent from the sky the diamonds began their transformation from unassuming… into magnificent. They were here. They had finally been wakened. They had arrived. Me outstretched her long sun deprived body onto the warm sand beneath her. She closed her eyes. She smiled as she realized that the diamonds could find her anywhere. Peacefully she waited. She knew that soon her person would return. The dullness would fade…her lost emotion restored… her creative instigation aroused. This magnificent semblance of glittering light would soon be feeding what she now realized without any doubt… her Soul.

Me believed…
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