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Spirit Guide |
| Written by David Neve | |
| Friday, 08 August 2008 | |
Sally woke up screaming in a cold sweat and immediately silenced herself as she became aware of the strong hands that held her shoulders firmly to the hard surface she was lying upon. Afraid to open her eyes and confirm her situation, she slowly slid her thoughts down the length of her body, doing a quick inventory to make sure she was intact. As her mind traveled down to her feet, she became aware of a pair of hands at her ankles. She lay silent and tried to recall what had happened over the last twenty-four hours, and could come up with nothing. Having no other available options, she decided to open her eyes. As she looked up, she found an old man looking down into her eyes, all the way through to her soul. Behind him she could see the black sky covered with stars. She lifted her head and could just make out the silhouette of the man holding her ankles. She rested her head and looked back to the old man, remembering who he was, and where she was - or at least where she was a day ago. "Do not move, little one," he said as he removed a hand from her shoulder and turned to retrieve something out of her sight. His hand returned with a bottle of water with a long tube extending from the opening. "Drink this. You have not had anything to drink for the last sixteen hours." She sucked the contents out of the bottle in record time, not realizing how thirsty she was until the moisture first hit her lips. "Where am I?" "We are sitting on the north end of Diablo's trail" The old man had replaced his hands on her shoulders. What little calm she had achieved dissolved with those words, "Diablo's trail? But Carlos isn't that a steep mountain trail?" "Yes, we are on the very edge of a mountain," the old man calmly answered. She reached out with her right hand and immediately felt the cold hard surface of the mountain. Sliding her left hand away from her body she managed to cover about two inches before she felt nothing but air. Panic and anger hit her at the same time and she lashed out at the old man, "You know I am afraid of heights! Why did you bring me here!" The old man smiled when he answered, "Little one, you brought us here." "Impossible, there is no way that I would have..." "Hush," the old man interrupted, "think for a moment. Why did you come to me?" She stared at the stars for a few moments then answered, "To find my spirit guide. I was told by the villagers that I must seek out a brujo, a mystic, and ask his help." "And?" "I remember sitting at the fire telling you about myself, and about my failure to find the things that I seek in life" she fell quiet. "What else?" "I remember you telling me that the way could be dangerous, and that I may not come back from the journey if my guide does not approve of me. I remember the peyote, and now I am here." "You do not recall coming up here?" "No." "That is not unusual; sometimes your guide may not reveal himself completely on the first encounter." "I'm not doing this again." "There is no need. Once you have found your spirit guide, there is no need for assistance in finding it again. Your spirit guide will find you, all shall be revealed in time." "I need to sit up." Without warning, she spun around on the ledge and sat with her back against the rock, dangling her legs off the cliff. The brujo and his assistant both looked at her in wonder. "For one that is afraid of heights, little one, you seem quite calm." She let that thought roll around in her head for a moment. Twenty-four hours ago, this would have killed her. There was no way she could have sat on an edge like this. She wouldn't have to fall to die - if she lost her balance, she would have a heart attack before she even left the ledge. Perhaps her spirit guide still resides with in her? She didn't know, but whatever the truth was, she was enjoying it. Springing to her feet, she turned to the brujo, "I think I've seen enough of this side of the mountain for the next year, I think we should head down. If that's all right with you." "That will be fine, little one. Follow me." As the three walked down the trail, she thought about her spirit guide and went through all of the animals that she could think of that could comfortably navigate the slim ledge she was standing on. She was thinking that her spirit guide surely had to be a large, agile and strong cat. Had she spared a moment to look down, she might have noticed that there were two sets of human prints and one set of donkey prints leading up into the mountain. Copyright 2008 David Neve |
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