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First Edit: D. Dansereau
L. Cumming
T. Smith
Proof Readers P. Todd
H. Scharfenberger
Final Editor D. Dansereau
Graphic Design: B. Saint www.brand-on-designs.com
Photography: R. Watts www.polishedpixel.ca
New Edition 2021
ISBN 978-1-7753760-0-2
ISBN 978-1-7753760-2-6 (e book)
Table of Contents
Acknowledgements
Authors note
Chapter 1 - Behind the Wall
Chapter 2 - Birds and Burlap
Chapter 3 - The White Crane
Chapter 4 - Rainbow Dancer
Chapter 5 - Thee Empress
Chapter 6 - Ol' Man Gar
Chapter 7 - The Secret Garden
Chapter 8 - The Lost Princess
Chapter 9 - Ooza
Chapter 10 - Zelka
Chapter 11 - The Yellow Ball
Chapter 12 - Differentiate
Chapter 13 - Illusions
Chapter 14 - Creepyworms
Chapter 15 - Land of the Shimmering Bridge
Chapter 16 - Purple Stones
Chapter 17 - Thee Trusted One
Chapter 18 - The Man in the White Robe
Chapter 19 - The Infinity Symbol
Chapter 20 - The Only Way Out
Chapter 21 - The Shimmering Shamanics
Chapter 22 - Queen Chayzlazamia
Chapter 23 - The Water Dragons
Chapter 24 - Kyrone and the Throne
Chapter 25 - To Reign with Love
Chapter 26 - A Joint Task
Chapter 27 - Morning Weirdness
Chapter 28 - Out of the Box
Chapter 29 - A Whole New Plan
Chapter 30 - The Angel Queen
Chapter 31 - The Misspelled Gift
Chapter 32 - Knights of the Shimmering Table
Chapter 33 - Careful What You Ask For
Chapter 34 - The Stunning Gun
Chapter 35 - The Unexpected
Chapter 36 - Scota
Chapter 37 - Being Cruel
Chapter 38 - Matters of the Heart
Chapter 39 - Life and Timing
Chapter 40 - Digesting Words
Chapter 41 - The Great Dilemma
Chapter 42 - Blue Tassin
Chapter 43 - The Visitor
Chapter 44 - Black and White
Chapter 45 - Samuel Evans
Chapter 46 - The Bug and the Windshield
Chapter 47 - Cones and Clones
Chapter 48 - Thee High Priestess
Acknowledgements
First and foremost, I'd like to thank my family for many, many things such as: encouragement, support, patience, input, meals, editing, listening, tech support, the green tamp, and keeping the home fires burning.
Also to my extended family. Luna who brought tea, encouragement, and tech support. Kyle for patience and encouragement. TJ whose love for my story was so deep it helped give me the confidence to keep going and to keep the final copy as close to the original as I could.
To my friends, I'd like to thank you for encouragement, advice, knowledge, inspiration, and live music because it was all instrumental in bringing this book to completion.
There were many friends, acquaintances and strangers along the way that simply showed an interest and I want you to know your kindness helped me more than you realize.
A special thanks goes to all who walked with me during this journey reading, listening, and believing in me. An extra thanks goes out to Karolina who provided me with a place in the city to do my editing and to Donna, Tami, Hillu, and Biniafer for being the amazing people they are.
An extra special thanks goes out to Brandon, my Graphic Designer who did a fantastic job on my covers and website! He's a pleasure to work with and went above and beyond the call of duty. I'm not sure anyone would be reading this book if it wasn't for his belief, research, work, and stamina to see it through.
Author's note
One day I went to a place in a meditation or maybe it was the dream world, I wasn't sure. However, when I awoke to this world I was in awe of my experiences and wanted to write them down. To my surprise I didn't stop writing for a long, long time.
This is my journey into other worlds. One which helped me understand so much of what I had gone through in my life here on Earth. To me, it's not merely fictional, for it holds many truths, thus I have called it a spirit quest fantasy.
Oh, and I have a website now - Primalpowerproductions.ca. and I re-edited my books. I desired to make it easier for everyone to read. We all have challenges in life and I find little things can sometimes make a big difference. So hyphenated words are very minimal, the spacing after sentences are a bit longer and the print is a little larger. Plus, not being perfect, I had grammatical errors and I didn't want them to take away from the flow.
Although what's most important is the journey and if mine simply takes someone into the fantasy world and allows them to escape into another place for a short time, then I've succeeded in giving a gift. However, if merely one part of my journey helps someone understand or find peace with a part of theirs, then they've given me a gift and I am thankful, honoured, and have been truly blessed.
Chapter 1 - Behind the Wall
The side of the wall was dark grey. I think I was walking backwards or maybe it was the wall that was going forward? I was not sure. Then I realized it was time, I must be moving against time. Suddenly, I disappeared. Where had I gone?
It was as if I had walked through the wall into a place where the furniture had clawed feet holding crystal balls. The ceilings seemed higher than anything I had seen before. What on earth was I doing here? Had I walked into an ancient temple and if so, what was I searching for? What was I here to find?
Then I saw her! She looked wise and beautiful. Her long, flowing wavy hair was a golden-brown much like that of a sandy beach. She sat cross-legged slightly above the floor, her eyes gazing upon the world, or at least that was what it looked like. It looked like a round ball; a globe representing the world with another round ball representing the moon. The two orbs were levitated slightly above her hand and the light from her aura shone upon them so brightly that I wondered whether I was seeing them at all.
The woman was very large, or I was very small. The crystal balls encased in the clawed feet of the furniture seemed large also. To tell you the truth, I think they were bigger than me, or at least rounder; I might be taller.
Oh my, where was I? What was I doing here? Was being small a good thing or a bad thing, or did it matter? At least I was small enough to hide, that could be good. My size was also small enough to be stepped on, or eaten, but she did not seem mean. She did seem powerful, very, very powerful. She seemed more powerful than anyone I had ever seen and right now I wanted to hide and observe for a while, at least until I could figure out what I was doing here. The inside edge of the chair leg seemed a good place to hide; yes, that would be my destination.
The marble tile, pink with grey swirls, seemed huge and a wee bit of a trek to get across. Each tile seemed like a marker, measuring I was a little bit closer. Finally, I made it.
Tired from the adrenaline that had been pumping during my marble trek and mostly hidden by the front claw of the chair, I peered out at her. She never moved, thus I had no idea if she knew I was there or not. It was so quiet and peaceful. I could hear the pumping sound of my heart. Could she hear that? Then there was a noise. It was not a loud noise. I peered over the other claw; a large wooden door open. There were actually two very large doors, but only one had moved.
The door did not have knobs or handles. It swung into the room and there stood a man with no hair; just a bald shiny head which was exposed as he bowed. He wore a brown hooded robe. He reminded me of a monk, but I was not sure if he was, but then again, I was not sure of anything.
His hands were folded in his sleeves and he spoke in a deep, but soft voice, "May I disturb you?" was all he said.
"Of course." Her voice was so gentle and kind, making me feel that if she saw me, I would be safe and cherished.
However, I was not ready for that step. The thought of being safe did bring a sigh out of me. I hoped it was muted by the footsteps of the robed, bald man as he sauntered across the floor and sat in the chair above me.
"We have a visitor," he said once he sat down.
Could he be talking about me?
"I know," she answered.
Oh, how I loved her voice, it was so soft and soothing.
"Do you think our visitor is after the primal power?" he asked.
"Ahhh, the one that is light-giving, active, and of the spirit, many are after that," she said with a glance and a slight nod that led back to her still orbiting world.
She really had not answered his question, at least I did not think she had. Power? I hoped they did not think I was after power, because I wasn't. I did not even know what I was doing here. I certainly didn't come here for power!
"It takes someone of very strong character to even get this far
Strong? I didn't feel strong. How did I get this far?
There was silence for a moment before she spoke, "Yes, it is the continuance of time and the power of persisting. It is the creative and thus the creative are often those who seek it."
That was only a thought. Was she answering my question or simply responding to his comment?
"Should we do anything about the visitor?"
"Not at this moment," she said and then became silent and still, so very still, as she was when I first saw her.
"The visitor shall wait then." He stood and stayed there for a moment. Maybe he was looking at her or maybe he bowed; I could not tell from my position. He walked across the marble floor, arrived back at the door, turned, bowed, and left.
Was I the visitor? Was I the creative? I was an artist and I loved to paint, but I was very little. In my world I felt little. A nobody who likes to put paint on canvas because... because I do. I do not really do anything with the paintings, I just paint. 'Yes, it is the continuance of time and the power of persisting. It is the creative and thus the creative are often those who seek it.' Seek the power?? They could not be talking about me for I was not power hungry.
There I go, making it about me. It wasn't about me. It could not be about me. So I just stared at her and the orbiting world, and suddenly the whole room changed; it became dark on this side of her and light on the other. So, I changed my position and I peeked out from under the chair; it was as if I was staring up at the whole universe. The stars, all the planets, the whole universe, seemed to be inside of this room!?
With my head just out from under the chair, I laid on my back and thought about the stars. Was she holding the world and the moon? Had she created the stars? Is that what they thought everyone was after, the power to do that? That was my last thought before I closed my eyes.
Chapter 2 - Birds and Burlap
When I opened my eyes again, there were no stars, just a large room with an extremely high ceiling. The ceiling was tiled. It looked as if each of the tiles had a picture painted on them, but I could not quite see the details as they seemed very far away. Oh no, my head was sticking out from under the chair; I was not hidden. Quickly scurrying back under, I sat by one of the claws that was holding a crystal ball. A crystal ball that I wished I could see into, but the only thing it showed me was my reflection upside down. What had happened to my life? My bed that I should have woken up in?
The woman holding the world I could no longer see. It was simply a very large empty room with a chair and doors. Doors that I had not seen yesterday as they were on the other side of the woman. She was so breathtaking I wouldn't have noticed if anything was on the other side of her. One door was ajar with a bit of light shining through a crack. It was probably opened just enough for a mouse. I was not much bigger! Would I be able to make it through? Should I?
The empty room had marble tiles that seemed to go forever. There was light shining through stained glass windows that was reflecting colours on the floor. There were no smells, just an abnormally clean, bare feeling room with cool tiles under my unshod feet. Was last night an illusion? It could not be, for I was still here.
Would she return again? Had I walked into a dimension where I could see her sometimes but not all the time? Would I be here for eternity? Left in a huge abandoned room without food or water? Was it just a building and if I proceeded to go through the crack in the door would I be back in my world?
Making my way over the huge pink and black tiles I peered through the tiny opening. It looked like a courtyard, at least as far as I could see. There did not seem to be any movement. So I took a deep breath, held my stomach in, and I edged myself between the doors.
Once outside, I was standing upon a cobblestone walkway. It felt rougher than the smooth tiles. It was, however, still cool upon my unshod feet as the morning sun had not yet brought its warmth. The dry smell of dirt was tickling my nose; I was not really used to that, but then again, I was not used to having my nose this close to the ground.
The cobblestone walkway seemed to lead to a set of stairs with a dirt road at the bottom. It looked as if the cobblestone and the dirt road were connected. The property must be sitting on a corner. The road at the bottom seemed to disappear into the trees. So, I started walking down the cobblestones to get a better look as to where it might lead.
It was then I heard a strange rumbling noise; had the ground actually shaken? Turning my head to another sound as it was different and sounded very close! Swish, swish, swish and there in front of me stood a woman, a very large woman, large like the monk.
She wore a grey dress with a odd, wooden looking hat with a brim all around and she was sweeping. She was sweeping the cobblestone walkway. The very one I was on! Now what? 'Scurry and then pretend you are a stone,' said the voice in my head, so that was what I did.
She approached very quickly as one of her steps seemed like thirty of mine. By the time I reached the property's edge, close to the stairs, she was almost there and so was the wagon. The wagon I had not seen, only heard and felt for I was too busy scurrying, was quickly coming down the dirt road. It was grey, like driftwood and it had two wooden bars hooked up to what looked like a donkey.
There was a man riding the animal and the wagon seemed to be full, at least it looked like that from my view, for the top of the wagon was almost adjacent to the property. The wagon was slowing down, probably to take the corner at the bottom of the stairs.
The swish, swish was very close! I covered my eyes like a little child. 'If I can't see you, then you can't see me.' However, I would never know whether the woman saw me or not. I must have been hit by the broom and the next thing I knew I was flying into the air.
Ow, ow, that hurt! Why was it dark? Had I landed in the wagon? It seemed like I had landed on fruits and vegetables in burlap bags. Had I slid down between them? The fabric bags felt a bit scratchy upon my skin. Gripping their roughness, I climbed closer to the top.
'Do I jump?' No, the wagon was going too fast as the road beneath it was quickly moving past. It felt similar to being in a car. In my lifetime, I had been thrown out of one of those. It hurts when you land, but you were grateful that you were alive; that was, if you were as lucky as I was and lived through it. However, right now I was thankful I was alive, for as much as my body felt sore and bruised from being hit by a broom and landing on a wagon, I was alive. The bruising would have to be ignored for the moment as I needed to figure out where I was going and maybe, just maybe, figure out what I was doing here.
Once on top of the bags I peered at the man. He was much smaller than the others, or was I bigger? I was not sure. Did I grow as I was being flung through the air or was it just his size in comparison to mine? Studying him I determined I would probably reach his knee if I stood. So, hiding might be more of an issue.
With the smell from the dirt and the smell of the sweetness of the fruits and vegetables, we travelled down the bumpy dirt road. The wooded area seemed different to what I was used to, as the trees seemed taller and bushier. Then again, I was very small in comparison and I must stay focused for the scenery was not as important as my situation.
While we were travelling, I thought about all the scenarios that could exist when we came to a stop and what I would do to try not to be seen. I must understand the demands of the time and what was required of my situation before I could know what would be necessary for me to do.
Being this small and not understanding what was going on meant I must not strive for anything too lofty, but just hold onto and be thankful for the small things. Maybe I would find my way. However, I would have to observe and be exceptionally conscientious of every action, at least until I had some sort of understanding as to what was going on.
The wooded area lessened, and I could see mountains in the distance and clouds in the sky. There was a great rumble, so I hid. Had we hit something? I then realized there was thunder rumbling in the mountains similar to the fear that was rumbling through me. When I looked up, I saw a bird, a beautiful bird with a small beak. It would be a small bird if I was the same size as the man riding the donkey, but I wasn't, so the bird was very large as it was about half my size.
It had a light brown head. Its face and half its chest were covered by red feathers that came up in the middle. It looked like an upside down heart or like it was covering a woman's breasts. The rest of the chest was white, running into the light brown and then dark brown. The dark brown covered its wings and its back. It was very beautiful and had kind black eyes.
