An Echo In Time
An echo in time, that is all she was…
… but one day so much more happened
that she knew that
echo ripples through all time…
… and so does everyones;
*
Winter still clung to the edges of Spring
early mornings infused with threads of chill mist
nights cold enough still to warrant cuddles by the
fire
- ahhh… but she lived alone, so a fluffy blanket
it was;
That mist drenched morn in early spring she woke
before the birds
even earlier then is her norm… the sky seemed torn
and tattered
with iridescent silver clouds that streaked across
the dark grey sky
an eeriness saturated the hour, as if an unknown
energy percolated
in the heavens…
Shifting shapes moved unseen within cloudscapes… she
strained her eyes
but could not make out what was stirring
she stood at the threshold of dawn wondering
if this was some hitherto unknown atmospheric
phenomenon
when a shape began to emerge from the cloud cover
–
- a hot air balloon… but not just any balloon
decked in gaudy colours, no
this one looked as if it had just floated from the
pages
of a Jules Verne novel!
Mesmerised, she watched as the balloon drifted on
chill breezes
coming closer, growing bigger
until it loomed above her head in early morning
shadows…
… a rope ladder un-tumbled, landing not far from
where she stood
from the bottom rung of the ladder hung a note
‘My Lady, You Are Invited On an Adventure of Great
Importance, Please Climb Aboard’
Butterflies waltzed in her belly, for a moment she
felt a little sick
excitement and apprehension churned and burned and
threatened to
rise up into her throat…
she hesitated… knowing full well that in
hesitation moments are lost
then came a warm/worried/kindly voice from above-
- My Lady…
Poet-Seer… your presence is needed…
And trembling as she’s never trembled before
she put a foot upon the first rung of the rope
ladder…
*
You’ll need
this- the
hand belonging to the voice passed her a coat
his back to her, fiddling with gadgets and
controls
and before she even donned the coat, the ground
was far below them
and she was drifting in iridescent clouds with a
perfect stranger, obscured from the world and all who lay below;
The gentleman before her was somewhat peculiar in
dress;
What was I was expecting, she thought to herself
in that moment, top
hat & tails, perhaps?
This gentleman wore a green beanie on his head,
out from which hung
long hair in a shimmering array of colours, all
the colours human hair could be; his coat covered his entire body, made of the same
material as the one she now wore, a thick soft woolly material of some kind and
certainly warm
and when he finally turned around to flash me a
brilliant smile
she damn near fell into forever at the sparkle in his clear
blue-grey eyes;
My Lady, he smiled bowing his
head slightly, but not lowering those eyes from her face
you are
everything I was expecting… your soul-vibration rings true
there are a
few in this time period, in comparison to global population
whose soul-tone vibrates with such clarity
and you are
one;
I… but… I … words failed her, which
was not unusual for her at all.
Firstly, let
me introduce myself,
again that twinkle, that engaging smile
I am
Talisman, Explorer, Inventor, Time Traveller
and I have
much to show you…
he shook her hand between his two large warm
hands, smiling still
And you are
one of the Poet-Seer’s of this time and the Universe thanks you
and your
kind for the words of wisdom you pen and the prayers you offer;
I… but… again she stammered and
stumbled feeling completely out of her depth
and yet, completely at home…
Please, Talisman rushed on, let me explain…
you know the
tale of Christmas past?
Where the
spirits of Christmas Past, Present and Yet to Come visit old
to teach him
some valuable lessons…?
She nodded.
Well, Talisman continued, this is a bit like that, but not;
to start with,
you need learn no lesson as such, and this is not about Christmas…
I am here to
show you what would happen to the world if you and your kind
the poet
souls, the seers, the healers, light workers,
lost faith
and stopped doing what they do –
- sending
out their soul vibrations.
And as such,
there are two parts to this adventure
the good and
the bad;
it’s up to
you where we go first…
And here he paused, and looked at her expectantly.
Well, she ventured, still
somewhat dazed, I always try to end every
day on a good note…
So be it; Talisman nodded, turning a
dial which spun the great balloon left of its current path;
you will not
like what you see, but see it you must.
They began to descend rapidly, so rapidly the Poet-Seer
feared crashing into trees and said as much…
Talisman shook his head, sadness tinging his eyes,
there are very few trees in this reality
and none of the majestic heights that you have witnessed…
This
reality? She
echoed.
Talisman waved a hand over the edge of the balloon’s
basket, indicating she should look below; she felt sad energy permeating all
around, so invasive it was difficult to breathe.
At first all she saw was pale grey cloud… which
gave way to choking
smoke clearing in places, allowing her to see
below... they were much closer to ground than she had thought and what she saw sucked her
breath away, heart beating fiercely in her breast.
Chaos… destruction… fires… people huddled in makeshift
dwellings…
there were no trees… there was no green… oceans
were thick and muddied,
littered with bodies and debris;
palpable vibrations rose heavy with despair and
sickness,
sickness of Mind Body and Soul;
sickness of Earth Air and Ocean and Water.
I don’t
understand,
she wept, hot tears tearing at her eyes, what…
why…?
As she looked a group of people armed with crudely
made
implements of harm
beat their way through another group, robbing them
of their meager belongings…
chaos and debauchery everywhere she looked.
As far as the balloon drifted, sadness and ruin,
chaos and sickness.
And finally, she could look no more… sinking to
the floor of the basket
she found her lips forming the words
to a healing prayer she was fond of sharing with
the Universe…
she felt Talismans hand clasp her shaking shoulders,
your prayers
are too late here,
he said
Where am I?
Am I down there? She
demanded, why am I not doing something?
This is
after your time; but you gave up, Talisman informed her, you and your kind felt the task insurmountable you felt worn out and
gave up;
I would
never! she
yelled at him
You did, was all he said
and she wept until she could not breathe;
*
It was some time before she became aware of her
immediate surroundings again…
The gentle movement of the balloon, the silence,
the absence of volatile energies;
She was curled up on the floor of the balloon,
covered with a warm blanket.
I’m sorry I
had to do that to you,
Talisman’s voice was coloured with guilt and sadness.
You did what
you had to do,
she replied; her throat was swollen and
her eyes felt as if someone had thrown acid into
them.
I can’t
believe I gave up.
Not just
you, all of your kind, all the poet-seer’s, healers, light workers
one by one
you all gave up; some hid in the hills until they died
but all
removed themselves, one way or another, from society,
shielding
themselves from the onslaught of pain and negativity.
Talisman looked at her with genuine kindness and
love in his clear blue-grey eyes; You and
your friends held on the longest, he said admiration flaring in his eyes. He
held out a hand to help her to her feet…
… we are
almost there, he said.
Where, she whispered, half in
fear, half in hope.
The future
where you didn’t give up, Talisman indicated for her to look for herself.
*
And again she nearly wept until she couldn’t
breathe… but this time the reason was completely different.
As far as the eye could see, green and growing
things… tall trees and young trees and creatures of all kind.
Modest dwellings all grew food and harnessed
rainwater… neighbors shared baskets of goods as a calmness imbued the Earth as
far as her far-gazing energy could reach.
She noticed children gathered under tree’s,
listening to elder-speak…
the air was clear and fresh and lively and the
vibrations emanating from below were clear and fresh and lively too, imbued with
clarity and love.
She looked at Talisman.
How? she asked through tears
of relief.
You are an
echo, he
said and every positive healing word you
write, every ritual you perform
every energy
you send out into the Universe does make a difference. Please don’t give up.
You and your
kind matter more than you may realize.
*
An echo in time, that is all she is…
… but one day so much more happened
that she knew that
echoes ripple through all time…
… and so do yours;
*
SharonleeGoodhand©19-Aug-16 Australia
