SYNCHRONICITY (Dream Walker) 🖋

Secrets

Alison stood outside the door to her dream house. She looked at the welcome mat and lifted it to find the skeleton key and breathed in deeply as she inserted the key, but the door seemed to open on its own. Standing on the other side was Indian Dude.

"Come," he said, "we've much work to do."

He led her to a door that she'd never seen before and followed him up a flight of stairs that she wasn't aware of. He stopped at a door and asked her to open it. Alison breathed in deeply and exhaled, then opened the door.

The room was fifteen feet wide and twenty feet long. At the far end, was a small stage and behind the stage was a luxurious burgundy velvet curtain and two theater chairs in the very center.

Indian Dude carried in a large tub of popcorn, several boxes of various candies and a very large cup filled with Coke. She sat down and looked over at him as he handed her the popcorn and sweets, and she pushed down the padded seat for him. He nodded his thanks.

"Are you actually going to eat all this stuff?"

"I'm hungry," he said, curling his lip.

She nodded and settled in. "Why are we here?"

"We thought this way would be easier for you to learn the truth."

"We?"

He nodded and pointed toward the stage area. "Shh."

The curtain opened and the darkened screen had but one single little dot in the very center. She squinted as she looked toward the screen, then looked toward Indian Dude as he shoveled popcorn into his mouth and washed it down with a sip of his coke.

The dot grew larger and soon she realized that it was actually a person walking through eternity toward them. Finally a woman came into view and Alison gasped as tears filled her eyes immediately.

"Hey baby girl," Debbie said warmly. "Not like you had much of a choice to be here, huh?"

Alison shook her head. "No."

"We thought this might be easier for you to grasp a handle on what really happened to you. I guess we'll start at the very beginning."

Debbie stepped off the screen and onto the tiny stage, then the tiny theater filled with slow, spinning white light and music from the early sixties, followed by music from the fifties, then forties. On the screen, were faces of women, but only three she recognized: Debbie, her twin and herself. Alison realized that they were moving backwards as the pictures flew by, flanking them on all sides, effectively immersing them.

"You hail from a long line of oracles, seers and elemental-practitioners. Our job was to slow the growth of the evil that had the potential to forever change life on Earth as we know it, until such a time the saviors would be born, bred to be the ultimate wizard and witch. The problem was that while we were gaining strength so were they."

"Who?"

"Women who were hellbent on revenge against the men who murdered out of fear and love of power."

"What's wrong with that?"

Debbie smiled. "The cause may be a just one for revenge, but their methods are brutal. They continue to snuff out many innocent lives..."

"Maybe their cause justifies the means?" She stared hard at her mother. "Aunt Lynn's husband would have called them casualties of war..."

Debbie laughed. "Playing the devil's advocate, are we?"

Alison shrugged her shoulders.

"I like that," Debbie admitted.

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