Standing alone in the intense darkness that is so thick I could cut it with a knife as if engraving the shadows on the ground with the white light of the full moon. I can feel the cool air on my skin, as I hear it whistle and moan through the trees above my head and I can almost hear the mention of my name.
I have intentionally wandered into the depth of this mysterious unknown cradle of the seen and unseen. Having crossed the lines of what is real and unreal, untouched and touchable, and known and hidden an I am weary. This is a place where there are no rules or standards to measure anything. What comes, what happens and what manifests does so without asking permission.
I look off into the distance ahead and I see the shadows dancing in between the trees. I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck tingle and rise as the cold shiver runs down my spine. Yes, they are coming towards me as they sway and drum the Earth with their feet. I can hear their drums, rattles, bells and a song sung in an unknown tongue.
I sense breathing near me yet, I turn and no one is there. The breathing gets louder and closer until I can feel it on my face. What is this? Who is this? I see nothing but, I know you are there. I know that scent and the breath it is all too familiar.
To be cont’d……
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