Excerpt from Work in Progress: Seti's Chronicles - Surviving 2012
The lavender card in my hand felt warm to my touch and glowed its tiny map with directions that were short if somewhat vague. I took the turn on the old dirt road and made my way to its end. I knew the ocean was out there somewhere; I could smell it. I stopped at the weathered gate that seemed to lead nowhere. There was no house, just a stone wall guarding an overgrown lot with a battered rusty gate at its center.
I can't look back. There is and will ever be only now, and now and then as mists part, I catch glimpses into future realms and rooms, but those rooms are veiled in mist just now, ephemeral. I want to know what waits; there’s a sense of destiny. There is only now and that in the field is enough.
I knew all about Cayce's life and what he predicted about the coming Fall. Other research turned up an assortment of people who believed some day the poles would shift. I wanted more and this was just more research, a source of more information in that pre-internet world.
My thoughts rambled. What was I doing – a woman walking alone in the woods in a strange town at night. Was I being naive or just stupid. The gate moved easily and soundlessly and yet I sensed that ears perked at its opening and closing and yellow languid eyes watched from a nearby tree "Whooo, Whooo?"
"Who indeed?" I spoke to the eyes in the tree, after my initial fright. "Just me, Seti, and don't ask why? why? I'm not quite sure myself, Old One." The owl suddenly took flight and winged away up the small rise ahead.
“Nice to have wings,” I said to his disappearing form as I plodded on up the winding trail. Following it down dips and over springs and finally to a small lake. Here the path split left and right. "Which way?" I addressed the lake having no one else to ask.
The lake was silent and still, but for the rill of waves from the gentle wind. "All right, which way Wind?" I smiled inwardly, planting my feet firmly and wide with arms akimbo. The smile fled as a sudden gust of wind hit my left side with a force that would have sent her sprawling but for my stance.
"Okay, right. Thank you," I offered up with a little more respect. My hair blew wildly around my head, my cloak flapped and wrapped around me and then lay still as the wind fled to the tops of the trees and all around me was calm again. I plodded on, reflecting on what had just happened, and glanced up at the stirring branches high in the trees and this time along with my warmest thoughts I said, "Thank you for your guidance; I do appreciate your help."
The wind came down from the treetops and gently blew my black mane to merge with black cloak. Somehow, I could not explain it but I felt safe and accompanied now, as if a friend had joined me on this dark ramble and none would harm me, none would dare. The moment I accepted that, my feet upon the path felt just right.
Almost a half hour later I came to a copse of huge old Oaks. The path wended this way and that through their midst and finally I was through to the other side. I stood on a large green lawn. The path now large flat stones lead to a large house. Actually, it looked more like a minor castle, out of place in the this coastal U.S.
© Perle Champion
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