Member-only story
Microscopic Fiction Series #3
Changing Vibrations
Encounters at sunset
The setting sun was to her back so her face was in shadow. I could barely make out her features. The sunlight behind her made her look like she was aglow.
“There may still be time for a birth.”
I knew what she meant but that’s not what I’ve been thinking about lately. My thoughts have been more personal and less global and less cosmic. Birth and death happen all the time. When the moment comes, it comes.
“Have you heard the sound of a tree branch being split apart? That is the sound echoing across the mesas and mountains and plains. It can be heard across oceans. The division is intensifying. We must go through the pain of division to get to the oneness on the other side. Once there, we will be in a whole new dimension.”
I managed to speak, “Yeah, well, uh, my dimensions have been changing like crazy — of course they are constantly changing. When a birth or death arrive I rejoice. Then I realize that it’s a good time to change vibrations. Something new is just around the corner.”
I think she smiled but I really could not be sure — what with the shadows and all.
As she began to fade away, to dissipate like a cloud, she quickly and softly said, “Listen to the trees.”
Copyright by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. This is total fiction.
Writings of White Feather
Speaking of trees…
