Lost Soul: Chapter Ten
A boy’s quest to remember his true nature [Fantasy fiction inspired by an ayahuasca journey in Putumayo, Colombia]
The companions were chatting and laughing when the door to the gammy leg burst open. Jeremiah walked in flanked by two Golden Retrievers. They stood twice as tall as Jermimiah; their furry golden coats glowed purple, and they appeared to have a third eye in the middle of their foreheads.
“Oh do come on! The committee is waiting for you,” Said Jerimiah, his body shaking with rage.
Bev and her new friends were propped up against the bar, devouring the pig with their fingers. The greasy goodness turned the bar into a slip-and-slide.
“Ah take a day off will ya Jez,” replied Bev. “ere ‘av a hoof.” She launched the shriveled pig’s leg along the slippery bar in Jermiah’s direction. It struck him clean on the forehead and landed in front of the Golden Retriever. Immediately the dog’s mouth overflowed with frothy saliva. It did its best to control itself, visibly shaking. The desire burned too much and both the dogs pounced on the hoof, gobbling it up before Jeremiah could say a word.
“Animals,” Jeremiah tutted with the expression of someone who’d just stepped in on a turd. He then closed his eyes and began making Kung Fu-like movements with his hands. The pig’s carcass lifted from the silver platter, drifted across the room, and then disappeared through a small black portal, sucking the leftovers into god knows where. The others exchanged shocked looks. Jerimiah was more than an irritable fluff ball the boy thought.
Alexander regained his composure, hoisted his satchel over his shoulder, and picked up his shield and axe as if they were lighter than a feather.
Apologies, Jeremiah. We all got a bit carried away. I’ve not seen Bev since… He stopped. His energy dulled. “Nevermind. Right yous lot, let’s get goin’. Fanks for everything Bev, ya sweetheart.”
Without as much of a goodbye, they were ushered out of the gammy leg. Jeremiah gave one last disapproving stare at Bev and the worn-out dreary decor inside her pub before slamming the door behind him.
The courtyard was still flooded with souls zigzagging in all directions. Jeremiah strode out of the shadowy entrance to the gammy leg. The others followed in single file, careful not to disrupt the chaotic order of things. Despite his best efforts a dragon almost clipped the boy’s nose with its orange whipping tail. The huge creature reminded him of a Charizard from his favorite game growing up.
Soon they reached the other side of the courtyard. They had to climb sandstone steps up to what looked like a church though there were no signs of religion to be seen. Above the great oak door, the symbol for infinity glowed gold. Before entering, Jeremiah turned to four companions: “Here we are. You’re about to meet with the chosen soul of the golden gateway. A truly great soul and an even greater friend. So for the love of love please be respectful”
The boy, Alexander, Andrea, and Ivaylo nodded in unison. Jeremiah let out a short sharp breath to compose himself and opened the door. Inside was nothing like the gammy leg. The room was wide with high ceilings; tall marble archways made it look like they were entering a tunnel. If it weren’t for the glowing symbols lining each side of the hall, the room would have been pitch black. Some of the symbols looked familiar: The eye of Atlantis. A circle with a cross in the middle from Earth. The boy noticed the earth symbol glowed dimmer than the others. The only symbol not glowing as golden was the same Taurus symbol on Jerimiah’s medallion.
As they walked further down the hall, a familiar smell caught the boy’s attention. It was a pleasant musky scent. Not a dirty smell, but not a clean smell either. It reminded him of something. Something from his human experience. The smell grew stronger as did the warming sensations in the boy’s body. In front of them, out of the darkness, emerged another golden dog shrouded in a purple haze. It was bigger than the others; more like a lion than a dog — its furry chest puffed out regally and its third eye gazed softly into the distance as though resting.
Now the boy felt himself moving towards the hound involuntarily. As if a fishing line was caught on his chest and pulling him in. With each step, he felt a warm sensation fill his body. Like a hug from your mum after a prolonged absence. The golden dog’s third eye’s gaze now laid upon the boy. The hound opened its regular eyes. Then its jaw hung open, tongue jutted out slightly, giving the impression of a smile. The others watched on unsure of the unfolding scene. Even Jeremiah seemed confused as to what to do. The boy broke out into a jog, into a sprint. The hound remained calm and regal although its tail wagged faster and faster.
The boy reached the hound and threw his arms around the golden creature. His energy field exploded into the purest white light. The light illuminated the entire hall and its love touched Jeremiah and the companions so deeply tears streamed down their faces. In the epicenter of the light, the boy was the man they had seen in the visions. Meanwhile, the dog liked the man’s ears and face with the excitement of a puppy.
When the light subdued, the boy remained, but he looked different. Some of his light had returned. He was no longer the grey, semi-transparent boy devoid of soul. Part of his light had returned for good.
Finally, the companions snapped out of their astonishment. Jerimiah’s jaw still hung open. Alexander had to slap him around the chops for him to snap out of it. Still flustered, he tried and failed to regain his composure.
“How-how does the boy know?” he said to himself.
“Friends! Welcome. Please come… I won’t bite,” said the great golden dog with a playful wink from across the hall; his salmon-pink tongue poking out from a toothy smile.
They caught up with the boy.
“I do apologise, I didn’t mean for the boy to run at you like that,” said Jerimiah.
“Come on now, Jeremiah, my dear friend. I’ll always have the energy of a pup at heart. And besides, this moment is what I’ve been waiting for all this time.” Jeremiah looked concerned.
“Friends,” continued the hound, now addressing the companions. Here they call me Oro, however, I’ve had many names, stretching many eternities over many experiences. The last of which was akin to your past experiences, Earth. The boy here was my last owner. I shan’t say his name for he is to remember it himself in due course. Oro looked at the boy lovingly.
“So you’re his soul creature?” Said Ivaylo.
“In a way, Oro responded. The bond we share is as strong as that of a soul bond. However, he and his soul creature are yet to be reunited.”
“I- I have one?” Said the boy optimistically.
“Why of course! All in good time.”
Oro raised his shaggy head, his golden mane painted with grey and white hairs.
“But first, let me explain why you are all here…”
Earth experiencers all arrived the same way: little angels with button noses and silky smooth skin. Bundles of pure light and love; perfect and whole; naive to what experience awaits them. Of course, Earth is beautiful, abundant. Yet, for new souls arriving on Earth, their birthright is muddied with darkness. Dark clouds creep into their new human minds.
The tool of their art becomes the tool of their destruction, believing the words thrust upon them. They distort them, adopting them as if they were truth. Some forget their birthright altogether. They get lost in the murkyness of a world created by the human mind out of sync with the heart. Out of sync with their soul. They forget the light from whence they came.
Some catch glimpses of it. They embrace it and create art. Others give it away and create suffering. A suffering that is only getting worse, causing fear to rule over love.”
Oro raised his shaggy head, his golden mane speckled with grey and white hairs.
“As the darkness dims more light, it becomes stronger. Strong enough to muddy more waters further afar. As it did with the Dinago. Humans must remember their birthright. It takes but one to remember. One to shine their truth.”
Oro rested a fluffy golden paw on the boy’s shoulder. You can be the change.
Tears fell down Alexander, Andrea, and Ivaylo’s glowing cheeks. Even Jerimiah did his best to hide his emotion, blowing his nose in his silk polka-dot handkerchief. “It’s the fur,” he mouthed.
“Go to Torus Mountain. Beyond the passage she awaits.”
Oro’s energy began to fade and he fell to the ground. Jerimiah rushed over to this side.
“That’s quite enough for today,” He said, shooing the companions away.
The boy darted a look at Andrea, expecting she could help. She shook her head. Then glided over to the boy, draping a bluish-gold wing over his shoulder, and steering him away.
“There’s still time to say goodbye,” she said. “But first let him rest.”
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