Emily's House: Book 1 of the Akasha Chronicles

Chapter 60: Afternoon at the Horror Movies

Chapter 60: Afternoon at the Horror Movies

 When I was ready to go, I got myself to a quiet spot on top of a hill dotted with cypress and olive groves. It was a beautiful place, and as I closed my eyes to mediate on my return to the Netherworld, I thought maybe I’d like to go back there some time. Maybe I’ll come back and check up on the young Dughall. If he’s going wonky again, I’ll kick him back to right.

I concentrated on my breath as Madame Wong taught me but soon doubt crept into my mind. How do I return to the Netherworld? After all, the portal I used to enter it was far away from there and in another time. I wasn’t near any known vortex of energy.

But I knew that doubt would prevent me from returning not only to the Netherworld but also to my own time. I focused all that I had on the Goddess. My mind held the image of her shimmery blue-green ever changing face. I concentrated on how I felt when I was with her. Soon, the peaceful feeling I’d had in her presence filled me. Match her frequency.

When I felt like it was the right time, I opened my eyes. I blinked my eyes open and I was back in my kitchen where I’d first met Brighid. And she was there as well making chocolate chip pancakes.

“I thought you might be hungry,” she said.

From somewhere deep inside came long, riotous laughter. The kind where you think you might pee yourself.

“Did I say something amusing, dear one?” she asked.

“No, you didn’t. I’m sorry it’s just this whole situation. I’m still not sure any of it has been real. I may be in my tree house at home right now, asleep after the slap to my head from Muriel, and I’m in a delirium dreaming this whole thing.”

“Yes, that is possible I suppose. But you are here with me, whether a dream or not, so you may as well eat.” I swung myself onto a stool at the counter and she placed a large plate of steaming pancakes in front of me.

They were just as I liked them. Smothered in butter and dripping with maple syrup.

After I wolfed down about a half-dozen pancakes, I was ready to ask some questions. I had so many questions still inside me. I wanted to ask why are we here? Where did we come from? Where will we go when we die? Is there a God? If so, where did he or she come from?

“Yes, you have many questions.”

“I want to know everything.”

“I know you do, young one. In time, in time. You already know the answers to many of your questions if you allow the answers to come. Others you will find in time.”

“I don’t feel like I know anything anymore.”

“Good.”

“Why is that good?”

“Not knowing is closer to allowing the truth than knowing all.”

“So what you’re telling me is that you’re not going to answer my questions right now.”

She didn’t say anything but smiled at me.

“Okay, but I have to get an answer to this one last question. Am I now a High Priestess?”

“You have become a warrior and have learned some of the mysteries. But no, Miss Emily, you are not a High Priestess yet. Perhaps someday you will come back to the Netherworld and learn more of the mysteries of Akasha. Then, perhaps, you will become a High Priestess.”