Lifes Strange Turns Part 1
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A young woman learns to accept a difficult challenge.
Life's Challenge ? by: Dawna Tompson - June 2002
She walked with a purpose through the low shrubs growing below the dark
forest canopy, each foot landing softly on the steep moss-laden path.
She wore a cape with a hood thrown over her long brown hair. A short
piece of the soft linen of her dress lay exposed just below the cape.
Her bare legs lifted the fabric and allowed it to be tossed in the
light breeze.
On another woman one might have been reminded of Little Red Riding
Hood. Yet hers was not a girlish walk. She had a sense of grace and
confidence that transcended the limited vision of that familiar fairy-
tail. Yet it was difficult to place her entirely in the modern world
either. To see her alone on the narrow path conjured visions of a time
long ago: castles, moats, maypoles, and knights on horseback dueling
for the honor of returning a dropped handkerchief.
She broke into a meadow near the top of the mountain and turned to the
west. A pale hint of orange was just breaking the eastern horizon
behind her. She walked on more slowly, pushing her hood back and
exposing her soft brown hair to the morning dew. The air was cold
enough to show a faint wisp of condensation near her red lips as she
exhaled. She slowed her pace and turned toward the east for a moment,
her dark brown eyes scanning the horizon before settling down cross-
legged in the tall damp grass. She facing west, gazing toward an
inconspicuous shrub perhaps thirty feet away.
It was brighter now; the sun was nearly up. The western sky had changed
from an inky darkness to a rich royal blue. She was breathing now with
a slow measured pace, in through the nose and out through her mouth;
the breathing of one experienced in meditation. She stretched out her
arms palms upward and closed her eyes.
A flaming orb edged over the horizon sending probing fingers of light
across the sky. Almost immediately a luminescent digit found the
exposed shrub before her and engulfed the plant in a sea of simmering
golden light. She opened her mind's eye, leaving her physical eyelids
closed for the time being. She gazed calmly at the bush.
A voice called out through the morning air. It seemed to emanate from
the glowing leaves in front of her. It was a male voice, full of
authority. Yet it was a gentle voice as well. It was a voice full of
compassion and understanding.
"William," the tone was straightforward and clear. Then, a pause and
slightly louder, "William?"
"My name is Mary Elizabeth, please address me correctly," she
countered, her voice displaying an obvious annoyance.
"As you wish. Mary Elizabeth, you know why I've come, don't you? It is
time to return to your rightful place."
"I don't want to go. Can't you sense how important it is for me to stay
here? I've barely begun my work. I've found a life here. This is what I
was meant to do." Her voice was pleading, almost quivering. She
continued, "I've learned gentleness and kindness, I've discovered I
have a talent for listening to people's problems and suggesting
positive steps to correct their errors. I've found grace and
tenderness, I've learned to love and nurture those around me. You
simply cannot ignore those important life lessons."
"Of course, these are very valuable lessons, and you shall make good
use of them when you return." The bush glowed with gentle authority.
"It's my decision isn't it? I can refuse. You can't force me back, can
you?" Tears were now slipping from under her long dark lashes. The
wetness rolled down her soft cheek and held for a moment, reflecting
the light from bush as if it were a tiny mirror before dropping to the
ground.
"No, of course not. I cannot force you to do anything. I'm here simply
to make sure that you understand the consequences of your actions. Have
you considered the effect this decision would have on your loved ones?"
"Of course it would be bad, but they would get over it," she replied
slowly, almost stumbling over the difficult words.
"Let me show you." An ember seemed to fly across the open space headed
directly for her. It landed in the middle of her furrowed brow, just
above and between her eyes. Instantly she could see her mother crying
inconsolably over an open casket. Below her lay a small boy, perhaps
six years old. Her mother collapsed at the side of the bronze box as a
man in a dark blue suit came up to try to support her."
"Mother? Mom! Oh, please, don't show me this," she cried out. "Is there
no other way?" Now pleading with the glowing bush.
"There are no certainties, this is just a probable outcome. I want to
show you your sister's reaction as well."
"No, I don't. . . ." Another ember flew across the space; this time it
appeared as if it had been hurled with much more force that previously.
The ember impacted her head and seemed to coast through her brain to
the back of her skull. Immediately she was engulfed in a three
dimensional movie. Ahead of her was the same small boy on a girl's
bicycle, her sister at his side yelling, "Billie, give me my bike!" She
pushed him and he fell, his head landing hard on the concrete sidewalk.
The scene shifted quickly in blurry fast motion.
She could not see details but sensed her sister's deep secret and the
guilt she carried. She could feel the withdrawn little girl, then an
awkward and quiet teenager, and finally a life of depression, drugs,
and broken relationships. The film ended prematurely. Suicide, or an
overdose, it didn't matter. It was too horrible to contemplate.
"You shit! You're being unfair. This is my sister and my mother. You
use them against me just to force me to do something I don't want to
do. Go away. Get out of here. I don't ever want to talk to you again. I
love this life. I want to stay. I was meant to be here, in this time
and place and with this body and mind. And you are trying to force me
to decide differently. I hate you."
"William I would never do that." The love in his voice was obvious.
"These are likely outcomes, not certainties. But every choice you make
has an impact on others. The stronger the bond between you the greater
the impact is likely to be."
"But my work here is unfinished. I've just begun to explore what it
feels like to be a grown woman. There are all sorts of things I need to
do. I've just scratched the surface of my true emotional being. I want
to explore this physical body. I'd like to learn to dance or figure
skate. I want to find my sexuality and have a relationship with
a man. Hell, I'm still a virgin. I want to get married. I want to walk
down the aisle of a church in a beautiful white wedding gown. I want to
have a baby someday."
"We've worked on your need for patience many times before. You are
getting ahead of yourself. All that will come in time. Right now there
is work you should be doing. There will be plenty of time for these
other matters when you are through. Right now you have an important
challenge that you have agreed to take on. In fact it may be one of the
most difficult endeavors you will ever face. But it is important for
your development to experience it. It is not an easy path you have
chosen. I don't blame you for wanting to stay here. There will be
plenty of problems. You will need all of the skills you have worked on
so hard while you've been here."
"Will I have no memory of this place? Will I forget everything? Will I
forget who I am when I return? How can the universe be so cruel? Will
I. . ." She motioned toward here breast, "Will I, Mary Elizabeth,
simply disappear? Poof. Erased from existence? What will happen to me?"
"This is a real place and you will continue to exist here. You will
even be able to draw on the strengths and skills Mary Elizabeth has
developed. Your conscious memory of this place will be suspended while
you return, but you will continue to be you. It is unlikely that will
be able to remember that you chose to leave this place to pursue your
life's path. Perhaps you'll remember pieces of it in your dreams. It
will seem more than a little unfair at times. That's all part of the
lesson. But you cannot lose or displace who you really are.
"How will it occur?"
"You will be returned a split second after your fall. There will be no
lasting injury. I await your decision."
In a whisper, "Okay, give me a moment to savor this place to try to
see if I can remember. I want to try to carry back as much of me as I
can."
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"Mommy! Mommy! Look what I've drawn!" The little boy of Mary
Elizabeth's vision ran awkwardly toward his mother with an outstretched
hand carrying a crayoned sheet of paper.
"Why that's a wonderful picture Billie. Who are these people?"
"That's you mommy, holding hands with Sissy and me."
"Billie, I need to talk to you. You see what you've drawn here is a
picture of three girls. You are a boy Billie, you shouldn't draw
yourself wearing a dress."
"But mommy, I like dresses. I don't want to be a boy. I want to be
like you and Sissy. I want to play dolls with Sissy. I want long hair.
I want to grow up and be a mommy like you."
Dawna Tompson [email protected] June, 2002
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