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John was suddenly standing beside the oak tree, kind of spit out by the Mother Earth, the spring or something. John’s head was spinning. He wasn’t happy with the events that just happened. “Hey Mother Earth! Why spit me out? I’m trying to figure this out.”

 

He felt more alone than ever. The experience of being at the farm felt like lifetimes ago. He had to look around a few times to even remember where he was or even who he was. He sat down against the oak tree and put his head in his hands. He started thinking about his life again. Was it time to move on? A rolling stone gathers no moss. He suddenly felt unbelievably tired. Was he dying? He stretched out on the ground. Everything was swirling around. He had completely lost track of time. He didn’t know how long he had been inside the earth and what had happened in there. Were we talking minutes, hours or even days? He tried to get up. Better go check on Roscoe, the cat and the other animals, but he couldn’t get up. What was happening? Seriously? Low and behold he pried open his eyes for a second and Roscoe and the cat were looking at him.

 

That’s right, someone on the journey had said they weren’t animals at all but were spirit beings there to guide and watch over him. He slumped back down to the earth. He gave in to her. If he was going to die, well at least it was a beautiful place. Nobody would probably find him for days, until the buzzards gave him away, but out in the country no one cared much about the big black birds circling overhead. Dying, drugged, hallucinating—what the hell was going on? John was inching closer to the springs again; maybe water would help. If he fell in again maybe it would be it this time!

 

The Muse

Here we are with this John River guy. The story hasn’t changed much. He’s frustrated. You might be frustrated, too! When is it going to change to a place where it’s going somewhere? When is he going to come out of this nightmare? I apologize if this is hitting a place in you that’s making you want to walk away from this story. Think about John River! Think about your life. Have you hit the end of the road in some strange way? Are things frustrating for you, too? As the muse of this story all I can tell you is keep reading. There is going to be a payoff. I doubt you have had quite the descriptive journey as Mr. River in your own level of discovering what is happening at this time on the planet earth. I’m not saying this is meant to be some “Twilight Zone” sort of thing. All I can tell you is that there is going to be a payoff for you. Trust me!

 

the baptism The Baptism is a fictional novel that starts in 2011, when the story of a man who is at a turning point in his life began coming to me in a series of vignettes. The story follows one main character, John River, who has an ongoing supernatural experience with the Mother Earth. I hope you have as much fun reading this story as I’ve had writing it and I encourage comments and feedback because my vision for this journey is an interactive one. You can subscribe here to receive new chapters by email, and view the Table of Contents. Enjoy!

3 thoughts on “Blurr…time lapse”

  1. Terry says:

    Hey Dave’o
    Things are looking good, John Rivers is in a tough place. Trusting you is hard but I am trusting myself. So with someone like you in my life it makes things a lot more easy. Thanks for your help on my journey, I don’t have all that much time left so I better make use of it. See you in New Mexico. Love to you Brother. Always was and always will be. Terry

  2. stan says:

    John River is in for quite a ride from what I can tell. I think by following the path of healing, we all are. Thank you for this story. Thank you, David for sharing your gift with the world.

    1. David says:

      Thanks for the comment Stan! I agree that we are all in for quite a ride and hopefully John River can be a guide for some.

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