Acid Rain by R.D Rhodes (literature books to read .txt) 📗

fell over, exhausted in the damp grass, empty and looking up through the poles of trees, the vague moonlight spinning somewhere above me. I was shivering.

I wearily stumbled to my feet and dragged my limp body back into the tent. I managed to zip the door up before I crashed back down. I didn’t think of anything. I couldn’t think of anything. I just wanted to get better.

Chapter 53

The next thing I was aware of I was on a mountain I’d never seen before. It was dark, and everything was obscured by fog. I was watching, but I couldn’t see any part of my body to show that I was physically there. No hands, or feet, just the scenery in front of me, as if I was a floating camera.

And then I heard a voice that came from all around me, from every direction. It was omniscient and direct, and deep, and it was talking to me,

“We are all on our own paths through life. We all choose our own direction.” he said, and it felt like it was a he.

Like a movie cutting to a new scene, I was then watching from a birds-eye view as two women went down the mountain. I wasn’t aware of their faces, or how old they were, or even what they were wearing, but it seemed like long grey cloaks. They were coming down a long stone path that wound its way through the loose, scree rocks that made up that part of the mountain.

Then my view was directed below them at the many other paths that interweaved then split off in different directions towards the level ground.

I knew the women were communicating with each other, but I didn’t know what they were saying. They kept coming down the mountain and the world was dark and foggy and they were the only ones in it. They reached a point where their path interlaced with three others coming down, and then they split and went separate routes saying a somehow mumbled, somehow wordless, goodbye.

My view then shot up high again, looking down on them, and I saw them spreading out on their own distinct paths into the darkness below. Then I woke up.

I was wide alert and covered in cold sweat. I flicked the lamp on, and I went straight into my bag for my pen and notebook. What was that? I thought. It had been so vivid, so lucid, I was surprised it was a dream.

I sketched out a rough image of the scene and replayed it in my mind. “We’re all on our own paths through life. We all choose our own direction.”

I felt supremely alive. I wiped sweat from my forehead. As I stretched across to get some water, my temples thumped even harder. I sipped at the water and looked at the picture and wrote out what was said.

Still limp and drained, I fell flat down.

Chapter 54

The birds woke me. Bright sunlight flooded through the canvas and the wind howled through the trees. I felt weak, drained, but much better. There was a lightness in me. My stomach rumbled with hunger, but from my naval up I felt cleansed and pure. What a dream, I thought. And what did it mean? What was that voice that was speaking to me so clearly?

God?

I looked up through the canvas. A bird landed near the tent and trilled loudly. I noticed a bright white light flash for a second in the outside of my vision.

The two women on the mountain left each other at a sort of crossroads, separating onto their own paths. Maybe they were coming down from heaven, or the spirit world or the other dimension? The place we are born. And were descending into the darkness of the earth because they had to learn lessons in this life.

Maybe the paths they were on were pre-chosen in order to learn those lessons?

So we all come from the same consciousness, and it is a part of us, and we go back to it. From and to the thing called God?

I sat up and opened the door, and watched the thin birches bending back and forth. Clouds were skiting across the sky between large patches of blue. I got my boots on and crawled out. I felt great. Wow, I thought. If this is what fasting feels like, then I need to do it more often.

I went to the stream and washed my face and sipped a little water. My head was swarming with a warm, joyous feeling, and I felt elated just to be there. Just to be alive. There was an energy in me, around me, beyond and above me. This is my home, I thought. This really is my home. Thank you! Thank you, nature! Thank you, forest! I said aloud, then again in my head, but though I tried to express my gratitude, it didn’t feel enough. The wind swayed and rustled the trees and I was sure that it was trying to talk to me. It came around me and warmed me and comforted me and loved me. I was feeling so at peace, and from the bottom of my heart I was so grateful.

I didn’t want to walk too far, so instead I wandered the ten yards down the hill to the oak tree I loved so much. The one I had thought was watching me when Harry was still there, and thought was sucking up my negativity. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I said silently, as I stopped before it.

Good morning! You’re very welcome. But this is you. You have earned this, and worked for this, and sought it out. We just met you halfway. You’re a vacuum.

That last word resonated with me, but I didn’t even know what vacuum meant. Vacuum packed? Vacuum sealed? Then I