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CHAPTER 19: SPIRIT JOURNEY - CONCLUSION

We followed the rope over more of these sand dunes, the sun remaining in the same location near the horizon as it always had, the color of the sky and sand unchanged, the temperature of both the air around my naked body and the sand under my bare feet remaining unchanged. Also unchanged was the following of the rope.

After our mutual orgasm, I lay on Bear’s massive body content in the feel of him underneath me as my body and mind recovered. I didn’t know how long that had taken. What I did know was that Bear patiently provided a warm and reassuring place for that recovery. I nuzzled into his massive and furry body, my arms attempting to hug him close as I felt the sensation of orgasmic bliss slowly seep from me in a most pleasant and satisfying experience. Despite my attempts at hugging him, my arms didn’t encompass half of his bulk so I was content in pressing my arms against his sides to achieve an effect similar to the hug I desired.

I talked quietly and he responded as quietly as a b**st so fearsome and large could manage. I felt his rumbling sound deep inside him as I lay on his chest and belly. It was as if I was experiencing a mini-quake of some kind with each of his responses. He assured me that the experiences with himself and Wolf were extraordinary in the Spirit World. They came to travelers, seekers as guides and instructors. Their role was one of enlightenment in order to show the way to understanding and self-discovery.

As we walked together, as he had offered he would, I pursued the idea of understanding and self-discovery further. I retook the rope into my hand, allowing it to slide through my fingers and thus allowing me to not have to pay attention to where we were going as long as the rope continued to slide through my fingers. He walked alongside me on all fours, of course. His head was approximately at the level of mine, which made eye contact convenient.

I had learned many insights into the representation of the Spirit a****ls who came to me and recognized the qualities in them that were dominant in me. It was reinforcing for me. He persisted that recognition wasn’t only what was intended, but to also act on those strengths within me.

He bumped me with his possibly 1,500 pounds of mass through his shoulder into mine. I was forced to make a wide step to the side, planting my leg as a brace to avoid being knocked over completely. He was giving me that toothy grin of his.

“But, we believe in you. You are a truly unique traveler.”

I cocked my head at him as I resume my pace alongside him. “We?”

He jerked his head to the rear. I turned and found Wolf several paces behind and Owl gliding on the air currents. Bear stopped with me and the Owl landed on the sand next to Wolf.

“Where did you guys come from?”

Owl looked at me with his piercing eyes, “We will always be with you. It is up to you to use us or not. We won’t be here for you physically, like now, but we will be with you.”

I looked at the three of them, a question obviously on my mind. “So, this is real. This is physical?”

Bear next me thundered out his laugh, “It didn’t feel real, physical? It sure sounded like you thought it was.”

I let it go, feeling silly at the question. It was a debate I have had with myself this entire time. Was this all merely a dream while securely in the confines of the tipi? Or, was this somehow a real experience? The conversations could easily have been part of a dream sequence, but the intensity of the two times with the a****ls couldn’t have been a dream. The experience was too intense and physical.

“Okay, then maybe the question should be, why. Why have you come to join us, again? I am not complaining, I am just curious. Is it something to do with what is at the end of this rope?”

The three of them checked with each other, then nodded back to me. So, they came together to give me support for the ending. What could that be? I knew better by now that asking would only get me something like, ‘you will find what you will find’. I thanked and hugged each of them, then turned with the rope sliding, again, through my fingers, my totems following behind me.

After another period of walking over and between dunes, I spotted something ahead of us. At first, all I could make out was something that resembled a dust devil with something dark at its center. The closer I got the dust devil showed as smoke, but the dark image took an appearance of a gigantic crow, its wings flapping out as it spun and pranced around the source of the smoke.

I stopped and turned to my companions, “A crow? Is it another Spirit a****l?”

“Ooooooo,” Owl seemed delighted by that. “No, don’t call him that. Calling him a crow would not be a wise way to begin, not if you want to find out why he is here.”

“He looks like a crow.” I looked at Bear. He looked at Wolf and they both shrugged their massive shoulders and nodded. They seemed to agree. Owl hooted out his warning to them. They seemed to stiffen at the reprimand and stopped their playfulness with me.

I shrugged but gave the two large a****ls a sly smile and rolled my eyes. They returned smiles they attempted to hide from Owl.

The closer I got, I could see the image ahead was not a giant crow, although giant a****ls and birds had become the norm for me of late. I didn’t really think it was an unreasonable deduction from a distance.

I could now see that it was a man with a long, black, flowing garment over his shoulders, his long black hair falling well below his shoulders. His swirling, kicking and stomping of his feet caused dust to fly up with the smoke of a fire and his cloak to fly out from his body.

“So, why would it be offensive to mention ‘crow’?”

I was surprised by the answer coming from above me. Owl was gliding silently back and forth just above my head. “He is an ancient, an elder, a revered healer, and mystic. He is of The People from the Oldest of Times. The Crow are another tribe far to the North of here. They were not welcome here.”

I mused, “From the Oldest of Times … an ancient. He looks real, though.”

Owl huffed and flapped his powerful wing against the back of my head. I think he was getting frustrated with my doubts. “He is as real as we are.” Did that solve the issue? I have been wondering how real they were. They certainly felt real, though, especially what Wolf and Bear were able to do to me.

Suddenly, with the assurance that this image was also real, I felt conspicuous in my nakedness. Bear and Wolf were nudging me forward by butting me in the back with their heads. As I stepped closer, his swirling stopped and he stepped over the small flame producing the smoke. His legs were covered in tanned hides, his feet were in moccasins. Both had fringes and beadwork. His chest was bare except for an elaborate breastplate made of bone, leather, beads and feathers intricately combined and hanging from around his neck and fastened around his chest and waist. His cape seemed to flow from his head and extended to the ground, but upon closer inspection, I found what I presumed to be a hood was his long, black hair matching the color of the cape. His face was initially difficult to discern through the long hair fallen over his face.

I had stopped five feet from the fire, the man stopping only a few feet in front of me, while the a****ls gathered to our sides. Owl had indicated the man with terms like elder, ancient and he certainly now appeared that way to me. Despite the rich, shiny, blackness of his hair, his face showed the wear of years. His skin was a dark brown with wrinkles and creases deep across his face and forehead. His constantly squinting eyes were a deep, penetrating black as if they were dilated permanently from an existence in the night-time.

He appraised me without any sign of embarrassment on his part. He walked around me with a slow stride that belied the appearance of centuries of age otherwise evident on his weathered body. I felt his eyes taking in my exposed body. He mumbled in a language that I presumed to be Apache from what I had heard in the tipi at the beginning of the ceremony.

“Innaa isdzán,” Owl replied with a dialog in the same language.

Wolf, who was on my left side, whispered, “He is surprised that a white woman has appeared before him. Owl is explaining that we were also surprised, but pointing out the large size of our representation. He agrees that it is a sign of great meaning and power, but he is still uncertain what this means.” We listened as the dialog continued for many minutes going back and forth between them. Occasionally, the old man directed comments to Wolf and Bear who agreed with nodding and words. It was obvious to me this old man was receiving the utmost reverence from the three Spirit a****ls.

After appraising me once more, he nodded. He put his dried, withering hands on my shoulders and moved me in front of the fire. He moved to the other side of the fire pit while the Spirit a****ls also took position around the pit. The old man raised his hands directly above his head, his face and eyes tilted upward to the sky, his long hair falling behind him, his black cape again forming the impression of wings when his arm moved into an arc before stopping directly above him.

Suddenly drumbeats started up, loud thuds punctuating the air. Then singers began a chant, starting soft and low before building stronger. I thought I must be imagining the sounds, influenced by the scene I was thrust into, but I saw the old man’s feet begin to move in perfect beat to the drums and chants. I then noticed Bear and Wolf swaying to the same beat. The old man began praying in Apache, his voice rising over the drums and chanting.

Bear interpreted the portions of what the old man was praying. “He is saying thank you to Mother Earth who gives herself for our home, to Sun who gives himself for light and warmth, to the four-legged, the winged, and finned that share the land, air, and water with us.” The old man’s prayer changed to chants of his own and the mysterious chants died away. While he chanted, his feet beat the ground in time with a quickening beat of the drum sounds, dust rising from his feet and the smoke of the fire thickening and rising in the middle of our little circle.

The old man stopped his movements and his chants. He moved a satchel at his back to the front and removed a large feather. Bear, in the quiet, whispered, “An eagle feather. It is very significant.” The old man reached into his satchel and dropped wood chips into the small fire. Instantly, as they were engulfed by the coals of the fire, I could smell the scent of cedar wafting up and an increasing amount of smoke. The cedar smoke crawled over the ground around us like an early morning fog, then rose and drifted around and through our little circle. “The cedar smoke is sacred and symbolizes respect for life and all living things.”

My eyes drifted to the smoke swirling around us but were continually drawn back to the ancient, weathered face across from me. I watched as he moved around the pit, the others stepping back to allow him room, then forming tightly around us, again.

He held the feather over my head, dragging it down my long hair on either side of my face. He looked into my eyes, and holding mine with his, he dragged the feather down the front of my body, moving over each breast, then down my stomach to the V of the thighs. He moved around me to my right, the feather dragging over my hip to my lower back, then taking up my back to return to the top of my head. He had continued moving around my body until he was again in front of me. He moved the feather up and down in front of my body and began chanting. I was suddenly aware the drums had ceased completely.

His chanting stopped and he looked around at my companions. I followed his gaze and found each one of them nodding their heads. His eyes returned to me and for the first time, there was a smile spread across his face. He spoke to me and Bear translated, “Never before have I done this for a white. Never before has a white been brought to me as worthy.”

He then spoke the Apache words, “Innaa isdzán gánii naalʼeełí naki ba’iitso”. With a leather string from his leggings, he tied the feather into my hair at the side. He then took his staff that I had not paid much attention to and brought it to me. At the top was what appeared to be an ornament hanging from it. It was a decorative woven circle of colorful strings and beads with eagle feathers attached to it, one at the top and two at the bottom. They tended to easily blow in different directions with the slightest breeze. He moved behind me and pressed the staff against my lower back. For a moment, there was a hot, searing sensation but no soon was my mind able to take hold of the feeling, it disappeared. I decided it must have been my imagination.

With a few more chips of cedar into the coals, the old man swirled his cape around himself and was enveloped in thick smoke rising into the air as an ever-lengthening column. Oddly, the smoke thinned at the bottom and dissipated going up into the air. The old man was gone. I looked up along the rising column of smoke to find a large eagle soaring on the rising thermal.

I returned my gaze on my Spirit a****ls, “What was that about? Those words he said, what were they?”

Owl took over from Bear and hesitantly answered, “He gave you a name.” He sounded astonished.

Wolf added to that, “He gave you a blessing, also.” They all nodded, at first it was while filled with their own thoughts about the event, then they raised their heads to verify with each other before considering me.

Owl stammered, “Innaa isdzán gánii naalʼeełí naki ba’iitso.” He shook his head, again. “As he said, this is never done. You are white and not known to The People. Even for an elder of the tribe to give a name to a white is rare, but the ancient …”

I looked around, “What does that mean in English? What kind of blessing?”

Owl seemed to regain control over the event and gazed at me, “Innaa isdzán gánii naalʼeełí naki ba’iitso. A name is given with significance to the person. A name is not a casual thing to The People. Your name means ‘White Woman Who Knows Spirit and b**st’. The blessing is a gift given to help you in …” he looked at the others … “interacting with b**sts, or a****ls. And, the presentation of the eagle feather is an omen.” I looked at him puzzled. “Whenever the eagle comes, it brings a blessing and the promise of harmony and peace. It brings hope. He gives the feather as a part of you now. By extension, you can bring harmony and peace to yourself and those around you.”

I chuckled, “That was why he had a smile on his face? He knew about what happened before. The name has a double meaning. ‘Knowing’ can be an innocent meeting, or it can be an intimate coupling.”

They all nodded. Wolf responded, “Of course he would know. He is the center of all that occurs in the Spirit World.”

“What does this blessing or gift do for me?”

“You will find what you will find.” That again.

As intriguing as getting a new name was, I saw that the rope did not end at this place. My three companions continued on with me until we came to a large lake in the middle of this endless landscape of sand dunes. The rope continued into the water where it was lost.

I asked my companions, “Do you know what this place is?”

Bear shook his head. “Didn’t even know it existed. What are you going to do now? You don’t know where the rope goes from here.”

“I suppose I could try walking around the lake.” I gazed up and down the shore and across the water where I could see a small island that appeared to be a smooth rock with no visible vegetation of any kind. “The lake looks to be very large, though.”

Wolf stepped into the water a little way but it soon became too deep to stand. “It is too deep to walk.” He looked at Owl. “You can fly out to the island, though. Maybe you’ll see something about the rope. Maybe the rope goes out to the island.”

Owl looked at me and nodded. He was soon skimming the water surface, his wing tips occasionally touching the water, then rose up as he approached the island and spiraled over it, slowly getting lower as if to find more detail about something.

Owl reported, “The rope comes out of the water onto the island. It is peculiar, though. The rope ends on the island, which I find strange. Also, the island surface is unusually smooth and it appears to be rising and falling.”

Bear looked intently out to the island, though it was far enough away to not allow us a good view. “You mean it might be floating? Rising and falling on the waves?”

Wolf stared out with the same intensity. “There are no waves.”

They all turned and looked at me. I shrugged and stepped into the water. It quickly was at my hips. I turned, “Thank you. You three have been exceedingly helpful and kind to me. I truly appreciate everything you have taught me and done for me.”

Bear laughed, “Well, you have done for us, too.” I smiled and felt something of a blush spread across my chest and neck. “What are you going to do?”

“As you three have consistently told me … I need to find what I will find.” With that I turned and dove into the water, rising to the surface and stroking out to the island.

On the shore behind me, the three Spirit a****ls looked at each other. Wolf said what was on all of their minds, “Did you see the symbol at the bottom of her back?”

The swim was as surreal as all the other efforts had been since I left the tipi. The water was the perfect temperature, as Wolf said there were no waves, and the distance didn’t seem to create an undo energy depletion. I found myself treading water at the edge of the island, but it was nothing like what I might have imagined. As Owl said, the surface was very smooth and not hard like a rock. In fact, I couldn’t see how I was going to get a hand and foothold to climb about three feet necessary to reach the surface. I used a side stroke to the right while inspection the side until I found what appeared to be some kind of large root lying on the surface. I climbed up onto it and shimmied to the island side, managing to scramble onto the surface. As I knelt on the surface, I distinctly felt the rising and falling. I stood carefully, concerned about the motion but also the smoothness of the surface and not wanting to slip back into the water. I moved to the center of the island and guessed that it was 15 feet long by 12 feet wide. As I carefully walked around the edge, I found that there were a number of those roots primarily on one end, though there were a few at the other end.

I turned to the shore I had left, saw the a****ls still there, and waved my arms to them to let them know I was okay. Okay, but far from knowing what I needed to do or learn here. I also needed to consider that the rope ended here. That presumably indicated this was the final thing I needed to do, but how was I to then return to the tipi? Swim back and follow the rope?

I sat down in the center and waited. I recognized the frustration growing in me as I waited. Who or what was it I was going to find here? And, where was he? The other encounters had me walking up to find the Spirit I was to interact with. Finding myself alone in the middle of a lake gave me concern now.

Except for finding myself surrounded by water, the environment remained the same. The sky maintained the same hue as ever. The air had the same feel even though I was now surrounded by water instead of seemingly endless sand dunes. And, the most vexing of all, the sun was still in the same location near the horizon as if no time had passed since I left the tipi. It felt like it could have been days since I exited the tipi and began this journey. Either this place had no element of time or I was still inside the tipi. Absently, my hand went to the side of my head, fumbling with my wet hair until I found the eagle feather still securely tied into strands of my hair. Harmony. Peace. Hope.

I lay back onto the unusual surface of the island to wait. Although firm, it had a give to it with enough pressure as if it were an overfilled waterbed.

Sensing a change in the air or my surroundings, I sat up to look in the direction of where I had left the Spirits. They were no longer on the shore. Instead, in the mirrored surface of the water, I caught the reflection of a single fluffy white cloud hanging in the sky. The first cloud I had seen since being in this place, the cause of its formation was curious, but not enough so that I didn’t lay back onto the surface feeling the edginess of impatience creeping over me.

I became lost in the reflection of everything that had occurred to me and happened to me since leaving the tipi. The silly venture of following a rope into unknown lands; the encounters with Owl, Wolf, and Bear considering everything I had learned about what traits within me each represented; my body reacting quickly and urgently to the memories of my physical interactions with Wolf and Bear and how undeniably real the experiences had felt; and, of course, the chanting, prayer, and blessing from the ancient, mystic elder. I pulled strands of my hair forward to consider the feather secured there when my eyes were diverted to the single cloud suddenly directly overhead.

I had felt not a single breath of air movement. The lake surface had remained as smooth as a mirror. Yet, somehow the cloud had traveled nearly halfway across the sky. I stared at it as it seemed to now become anchored in the sky directly above me. The longer I watched it, the surer I became that it was changing before my eyes. The stark white, cotton-ball appearance that had initially captured my attention was now producing elements of gray, some turning even darker. The shades slowly coalesced into an image I was very familiar with.

I uttered out loud, not the first time. “Now my eyes are showing me the image I yearn for the most.” I sighed deeply, squeezed my eyes tightly shut and holding them that way so the mental game being played with my eyes could disappear. I reopened my eyes to find the image more enhanced than before. “Still you persist?”

For the life of me, I would swear the image in the cloud produced a soft smile. Then, from directly above me, but also all around me, “Sweet Laura. What is it that your soul seeks to be resolved?”

“What? Hein? It can’t really be you … No, you’re a fantasy image.”

The cloud image laughed. “Are you forgetting, PET? You are MY fantasy. A fantasy you made real.” I closed my eyes and shook my head vigorously. The image was still above, however. “You seem to be fighting the obvious, PET. This final meeting is not like the others. The others affirmed what you knew about yourself already. Even the mystic only told you what you already knew, but the blessing he gave you will be unique and special so meeting him was special.” I continued to study the cloud. The image above me didn’t appear to be speaking. The words seemed to be coming from all around me. Or, maybe the words were already inside me …

“I don’t know what is supposed to happen here. Or, how I am supposed to return. Maybe I should just swim to the shore and follow the rope back to the tipi. There is nothing saying I have to complete this.”

He smiled at me. Okay, now I was directly associating this image as Hein. “Of course, you know you always have the choice, but I think you should do this.” He was talking to me exactly as Hein would be, reaffirming my choice to proceed or not as in anything he might challenge me with. “Your Spirit a****ls affirmed what we already understood about you. You are wise and intuitive. You are strong, determined, and capable. You enjoy and seek quiet solitude but you value being with and supporting those you regard as family. You are grounded in yourself for yourself and for those around you. You have already given us so much and you have never asked for anything more. But, there is something more you want, Laura. I know it. What is it? Say the words.”

Does he already know? I have been afraid of ruining our relationship, but maybe he already understands. I shake my head, again. “We have an agreement. You have lived up to everything. It wouldn’t be reasonable to ask or expect for more.”

“Oh, Laura. I think you need more time …” The image in the cloud faded for an instant, the lines of Hein’s face losing definition. Then, it returned as sharp and defined as before. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course! I trust you in everything.”

“Then lie back and close your eyes.” I looked up at the image and smiled.

Of course, I would. I closed my eyes and wiggled my body into the surface of the island, breathing in deep and exhaling, releasing tension and anxiety from my body. Of course, I trust him. It seemed silly because he couldn’t be here and he couldn’t even have known I would be on this Journey. But, I did as he requested. I relaxed and opened myself to whatever he planned, however strange that thought might sound.

My eyes closed, my body relaxed, it was as if there was a signal for something to happen. And, I waited. Then, I felt something wrap around my right wrist and slowly pulling it out and above my head. Four words came to me softly in Hein’s voice, “Do you trust me?”

My eyes tightly shut, I felt something wrap around my left wrist, moving it the same way. “You know I do.”

My ankles were next, gently but firmly wrapped, then pulled outward until I was fully exposed. With anyone else, I might have felt bound and trapped, helpless. But, not with Hein.

Whatever was binding me, kept me bound and spread open. I didn’t have long to wait, though. I felt something like a mouth at my right nipple, then another at my left. Each nipple was being vigorously sucked and teased. My body responded to the stimulation. I was unsure how two mouths could be engaging both nipples, much less holding me firmly when there had been nobody else on the small island but me.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course, I do. You know I do. Do with me what you want.” I didn’t know how this could be happening, but it was and I loved the sensations coursing through my body. My body needed to respond and it was. Involuntarily, my back arched and I rotated from side to side. My bindings were firm but remained gentle around my wrists and ankles.

I felt something sliding over my stomach, descending down my abdomen to my sex. It lifted and planted its mouth to my clit and I shouted out at the shocking effect of three mouths working three of my erogenous points. Then, shockingly I felt something at my pussy. I knew I wet, probably dripping in anticipation, and it moved up and down over my pussy, gently opening my lips and pressing for my opening. When it found its way and penetrated me, I cried out, again. It pulled at me and sucked at my lips before plunging back into me, slithering up into me like a snake might rather than a stiff, hard cock.

“Do you trust me?”

“GOD, YES! More, please, this is wonderful!” I shouted my response this time.

“Open your eyes, PET.”

I did as instructed and my reaction was an immediate mix of shock and awe. The member in my pussy found the deepest part of me and seemed to clamp a mouth over my cervix and suck like a starving baby. Despite my shock, I orgasmed.

Tentacles seemed to be everywhere above and around me. It was tentacles sucking at my nipples and my clit. It was another tentacle that penetrated my pussy and was currently sucking at my cervix. I raised my head and looked to my right as another one came to my side. I then watched another come to my left side. Puzzled, though my mind was quickly becoming hazy, I watched as they both licked and gently sucked (kissed?) along my entire side and under my arms, all of which was amazingly erotic and sensuous, building on the more overt sexual sensation emanating from my nipples, clit, and deep inside my pussy.

I threw my head back onto the surface as the next orgasm washed over me.

I was gasping for breath, trying for calm despite the ceaseless actions of the tentacles attached to my body. I raised my head in time to see another move between my legs and press alongside the one already in my pussy. It pressed harder and harder and I felt my pussy opening like it would for a knot. An image flashed into my mind of the huge knot I had accepted from Wolf earlier. I tried pressing back to assist, but I had no leverage. Instead, I pulled my legs apart even wider, trying anything to assist in this double vaginal penetration.

I thought I was going to pass out when I finally had two of them in my pussy. They seemed to work together. A tandem of rotating action. One sucked at my cervix as the other thrust into me. They stopped for only a moment to switch actions and they began, again.

I was nearly beside myself with stimulation after they brought me to yet another orgasm. Everything seemed to stop, but it was only a pause, a realignment of what tentacle was doing what. They seemed to rotate around my body like some orchestrated gangbang. When they started all over again, there were two different tentacles inside my pussy and I was crying out in ecstatic joy and pleasure as my body was being carried to another earth shattering high. Then, something new. The tentacles holding my ankles were pulling my ankles upward and toward my head. I watched with baited breath, bewildered by this change in my positioning. Soon, my feet were high and spread.

Then, I knew. I gazed between the tentacles already attached to me somehow to find another moving to me. When it touched me, I knew exactly what its intention was. It pressed against my ass, spreading my ass cheeks in the process. In between my panting, I gasped at the action that was about to be added to what was already happening to my body. It probed and pressed and prodded at my ass and asshole until it had finally penetrated that hole, too.

It seemed that every erogenous zone on my body was being aroused. I looked directly above me to find yet another tentacle descending to my face. It wasn’t a thoughtful action. It just seemed clear to my overstimulated mind and body. I opened my mouth wide and it went inside. This time, I sucked. It seemed to capture my tongue as I did. Now, I felt completely consumed.

I orgasmed, again … and again … and again.

* * * * *

My recovery was startling. I opened my eyes in the hopes to find something familiar, but I didn’t. Not really. Then, I was afraid I dreamed it all and the experiences I could still feel within my body were imaginary. I stood up carefully, not yet trusting my balance or strength. I looked up into the sky for the cloud, but the sky was as clear of anything as I had experienced since leaving the tipi. I was beginning to question everything when my foot slipped. I looked down at my feet to find huge puddles of cum. Some of it was undoubtedly mine, but most of it was something entirely different.

I was again completely alone, but I was not dreaming. I touched the feather in my hair and smiled, running my hands over my breasts and pussy, reliving the sensations of the tentacles. But … where were they and what happened to Hein?

A shadow passed over me, then another. I looked skyward to find two very large eagles gliding in circles around the island. I saw them slowly descending, getting closer and closer.

“Reach your hands up to them.”

I turned to find the mystic elder. He wasn’t on the island. He was standing on the water, or above the water. He looked up and repeated the command, “Reach your hands up to them.”

I looked up to find the eagles rapidly coming toward me. I did as I was told, extending my hands and arms up into the air.

Almost before I could register what was about to occur, it happened. The two eagles each clasped their talon around a wrist and lifted me into the air with great and powerful beating of their wings. The eagles rose quickly. I looked down to yell a thank you to the old man, but he wasn’t there. What I did see, though, shocked me more than the tentacles consuming my body with erotic and lusty pleasure.

“My god ….”

The island I had swum out to, where I had conversed somehow with Hein, where I was consumed sexually by tentacles … from above I could see the island was a giant heart. The pulsing I felt was the heart beating. The tentacles lay in the water at one end primarily. They were the roots I used to climb onto the island from the water. But, the most shocking thing was what I saw on the surface of it. Hein was smiling up at me. He blew me a kiss.

The eagles continued to climb into the sky. “Hein … what does this mean?”

He smiled at me, the heart beating harder as he watched me rise. “I told you I would always be with you.”

What does this mean? “Hein!” I continued to watch as the eagles flew me away from the island and the lake. “Hein!” His heart. “After all this, after all I experienced, in the end, I was brought to him, to his heart. I was consumed with love from his heart!” I wasn’t sure where I was being taken, but I wanted to return to him … to his heart. I wanted to understand with confidence. I shouted, “Take me back! Take me back!”

* * * *

“Laura. Laura.” I opened my eyes to find Mrs. Standing Bear holding my shoulders from the side, gently shaking me. “I didn’t want to bring you back too soon, but you were crying out and you sounded anxious. These can be trying experiences. I was worried about you.”

I tried to get my eyes focused, but it was as if I was looking up from inside a well. I looked around to find myself once again inside the tipi. I could hear voices outside, but we were the only ones inside. I was wearing the dress and boots I had arrived in. My hand rose to my hair in search of the eagle feather that had been tied there. It was not there. I looked at the ground expecting to find lengths of rope on the ground but the rope wasn’t there, either.

“How did I get back here?” I wanted to ask where my dress had been found, but asking that would depend on the answer to the question I did ask.

She moved her face in front of mine, peering into my eyes. “What do you mean, back here?”

“I was here the whole time?”

She nodded, “You took the peyote, and it was the strangest thing we’d ever seen. You looked around for a bit, and then you just froze and stayed like that for…” She paused to look at her wristwatch. “Coming up on ten hours.”

I tried to divert her attention from my confusion. I didn’t believe I remained in the tipi. I couldn’t have, but … if she saw me the entire time … “My butt feels like it’s been sat on for ten years.”

She hugged me and laughed with relief.

* * CHAPTER 20: CARIBBEAN YACHTING will follow * * Thanks for reading.