“Moby, come here!” There was a sharp rebuke in my voice. I do not like strangers petting my dogs and they — betrayers, were always looking for a rub and a pat from all and sundry.
Moby looked around at me, looked at Mystic Man and jumped up on the fence to lick his face. My dogs and all were mesmerized by this man, or whatever he was. Was he a man, a human or just hanging around doing some humanning as a disguise to cover his real intentions? I remember the night when his eyes glowed astral travel green.
“Looking? We were looking for e-each other?” I don’t recall how the words found their way from my lips. The green glow was drawing me into a trance. I felt weak and helpless.
Okay. This is the end of me tonight. I was going to be the human sacrifice for some otherworldly ritual.
“Come. There is a meeting.”
I had no choice but to obey. Pulling the truck off the road onto the verge, I jumped out and turned towards Judah who was already at my side, his hand under my elbow. Glowing Eyes was leading the blind.
I don’t remember crossing the street. I don’t remember touching the asphalt. It felt like we hovered over to the house that was dark except for a twin point of green seen from outside. The front door opened silently, and I was ushered in a large, cavernous room.
There was a mist. It was difficult to tell if it was smoke, steam or fog. The faint scent of sulfur hung in the air. It was quite warm — sauna like. I could not see much of anything.
A low whistle sounded and points of light started appearing, joining the green one. Each was a different colour — red, orange, yellow, blue and others. The lights flashed and danced around, reminding me of a discotheque. I half-expected to hear Funky Town blasting from hidden speakers. Something funky surely was happening. I really needed to move on!
I turned towards the door. I was not high enough for this party.
Mystic Man gave a small chuckle and whispered, “this is your tribe, I., do not be afraid.”
The entire scene had a familiar feel to it, resembling one of my astral journeys. I recall travelling to a universe that had a sky that was not blue but lit by all the colours of the rainbow — like oil in water. I had not seen anyone for the entire trip. The experience at the time felt cocoon-like — warm, welcoming, and colourful.
Right now, I knew that I was not dreaming, so what the hell was this?!? When the dream world and the real world merged, trouble was brewing.
I. Trudie Palmer
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