Part Four
The Wall & The Key
“You are here again.”
“Hmm- excuse me?”
“Oh you didn’t notice me? You usually do.”
“Yes, I’m sorry, I usually do.”
“That is okay, this only occurs when you
are distracted.”
“Y-yes,” my eyes inadvertently fall back
upon the high wall in front of me. It stretched for as far as the eye could
fathom and so tall as to fondle the clouds above.
A soft chuckle, “You wish to pass this
wall? Circumvent this barrier?”
“…”
“You always have.”
“You say ‘again’ and ‘always’ as if I’ve
been here before?”
“Oh yes, you have found yourself here
occasionally, quite often recently though,” a knowing smile and that sparkle in
his eyes that inclines me to believe that all will be revealed in its right time.
“I don’t recall the other times.”
“How often do you recall your dreams?”
“Seldom, and with partial detail at best,”
I admitted.
“There is a lot we have forgotten, my
friend. There are forgotten pieces of ourselves scattered hither and thither,
misplaced or discarded – yet never truly gone. We must once again discover them
and bring them together.”
“How could this prepare me to thwart this
obstruction?”
“Once you have remembered the circumstances
that lead to the materialization of this obstacle here you may realize the
solution,” he said this closer to a suggestion than a statement.
“I don’t know what may lie beyond…”
“So why do you wish to pass it?”
“… I, I don’t know,” this wasn’t a
reassuring realization for me.
“You do know, you must only remember!”
My hand reaches out to stroke the smooth
surface of the wall; it was cold to the touch but brought back no sudden rush
of memories. This was a futile attempt, I know, but suppose it helped me come
to the inevitable conclusion sooner.
“Where do I find these pieces of myself?”
“An astute question. But first you must
tell me why you wish to seek out
these other elements?”
“I must know what they know.”
“But surely you know already, for they are you?”
“True, but if I have forgotten then
shouldn’t it be likely that they
remember?” I thought, “And if they
are truly me then I am not truly whole until they once again become me. I must find me.”
With this epiphany a sudden piercing light smoulders to life at
the foot of the wall where I stood. It traced a high rectangular shape upon the
smooth surface of the rock before disappearing into the dirt again. These lines
glowed a bright amber-gold. I touched the surface again with a fascinated
curiosity and a keyhole appears as though the light forced itself through in
this shape. I peer through the hole but it is too bright, I cannot discern
anything through its intensity.
Now I find myself more determined then ever
to gaze through this dense veil and ascertain what secrets it may hold beyond.
This is the Phase, surely I can muster the
pure will to cast open this door… Raise my vibration and walk right through it,
or take to the air and soar over its pinnacle.
“I do recall you attempted these exploits
already in your previous visits, among other things, and every occasion the way
remained closed. There is only one approach to open this door.”
I considered the keyhole, and wondered
where I’d find such an item, even in the Phase. There was this irksome
suspicion that it was probably in the possession of another self.
“What is the next step, my friend?” my
Guide asks.
“Find the key, find myself.”
“Then I shall guide you and give you
direction. Walk with me.”
As I turn to depart The Wall I know that
the next time I find myself at its door will be with The Key in hand.
-From the journal of a Phase Drifter
-From the journal of a Phase Drifter
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