So I tried concentrating harder. Focusing harder. Darke depressions, clammy hands, a racing heart. No visual impressions flashing before my closed eyes. Anger, fear and something more! A feeling I do not even have a name for. I feel it move through my entire entity. That's strange...such a strange word to use. Anyway, I feel it fill me and a door, as solid as a wooden door, slamming shut on my focused and tired mind. I needed more. This was not working.
A Hypnotist.
I would not have them regress me, there was too much confusion, to many people pointing fingers and all looking to disclaim and point the blame. I merely would ask them to remove my block! Remove what was holding so much at bay!
She warned me. The repression. Whatever it was that my mind was hiding, was doing it for a purpose. If the dreams came, if the clarity of them was unleashed...I had to be ready...the damage it could cause could be irreversible.
There was something there. Something real and intensive. I could feel it breathing down my neck. Breathing inside of me.
I was worried what the truth would mean? What would change with the knowledge that I would gain?
Everything...
A simple impulse. Something so benign. A gentle nudge. A deep breath and a wall, thick as concrete came tumbling down. Dust and debris. On the other side, a wall of crystal. A beautiful skyscraper of fragility and innocence. I saw the cracks as they emerged. A crystalline network of spidery works, moving from one level to the next.
I took a breath. Placing my right pointer finger on one beautiful webbed network and pushed. The slightest of pressure and the crystal came raining down...
©2016, Aelfwynn MacGregor, AMB
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