Okay.
Here it is! I'm to the point where I feel I can share a little bit of
what I've been striving to bring to the printed page for the last
thirty-two years!
This is an excerpted chapter from Part 1 of this novel. It's entitled "Descent!", and has a very intense action sequence when the primary protagonist, Lauralie Fox, disappears, which really means dimensional transition.
I'm sharing it with you in a rather raw format. There are also little paragraphs in smaller print in varying formats--as I put them in over the course of about three years or so--but I wanted to include them so you understand my thought processes a little bit.
I'm not going to explain everything, but I want to provide everyone who has even had a little interest to see what's coming, and what I can do as a writer. I'm very proud of this sequence, and there are certain to be more like it. I can't afford to do a lot of Boost-ing to the page, so I'm keeping it simple, for now; as I gain experience in writing better, I'll Boost my page more. $5.00 isn't too much to ask, so I'll Boost it in a bit. I just wanted to have something more concrete to show for it.
DISCLAIMER: This is a copyrighted excerpt of fiction. Everything belongs to Mr. Stephen Andrew Brown, of Lead, South Dakota. Please cite all shared excerpts properly, using your preferred citation method of choice (APA, MLA, Chicago Style, etc.) -- That, But Please Cite! This work is going to be published, and is intended to end my poverty cycle, permanently!
So please...Just Respect This!
That said, here is the excerpt: I hope you enjoy it!
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Descent!
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“Gotta stretch my legs a bit, and get this comfort food digested a bit more, Sarah. I’m not really used to eating this much at one sitting!”
“You think I usually pig out? Sarah said. I don’t know why I ate so much, but I feel as if I’m going to need it, somehow, tonight!
Lauralie raised her arms up at obtuse angles to her shoulders, as if she were reaching for opposite corners on the ceiling. She stretched her arms out, breathed in in a strange, circular pattern, then let her breath out in a yoga-like manner. Sarah was impressed.
“I see you have circular breathing down pat. I’ve never been able to accomplish anything with it. It makes my abdomen hurt!”
“It takes a good, solid year of professional training if you want to learn to do it right, Sarah.” Lauralie replied. “I could teach you, but Trendu is better at teaching it than I am at this time. Also, there are others who can do it, too. Menda Wilson does it effortlessly, and better than I do. She has other interests than me, however. She uses it to teach children and adults how to calm their inner selves and achieve lasting peace in their lives. Ever been to one of her seminars?”
Note: [Introduce Menda Wilson At Some Point, With Sarah At One Of Her Seminars.]
Sarah wasn’t really the seminar type, she decided. But that didn’t mean she might not look Menda up, later.
“I don’t do seminars much, Lauralie, I just don’t have the time. You know that!” She said.
“Yes, but you may have more time on your hands than you know, in the future, dearest friend. I’d hate to see you waste a good opportunity to learn something useful. Menda taught me a thing or two about breathing and breath, and I applied it and I’m the better for it.”
Note: Research Circular Breathing, Incorporate It Into Story. Use Real Techniques and Reference Works.
Lauralie’s look told Sarah that she was serious, in an educational sense.
“Okay, Laur’, I’ll ask her about it. I have some free time later this week. Maybe we can do it, together, eh?”
Lauralie was caught off guard, but rejoindered quickly.
“Yes, perhaps. Later this week. If I’m not too busy with instruction, myself. I have a few loose ends to tie up with a certain boy who needs more help than he realizes. I’ve already spoken to him once, but he may need instruction from a different, certain vantage point I can’t give him now.” Lauralie looked like she was thinking, inwardly.
“You know, Sarah,” she said, “that even teachers need to be taught new things, right?”
Sarah didn’t know what to say to that just then. Lauralie continued.
“It’s important to realize that even the gurus need gurus, is what I mean to say. Everyone learns, continually. It’s a never-ending process. At length, learning is essentially eternal, and that’s what drives the human being toward what is considered to be ‘perfection,’ although that’s really just an ideal, and not a final destination in any real sense. Get it?”
Sarah nodded that she did, although her friend waxing metaphysical again was beginning to worry her a bit.
She decided to continue on with the subject at hand.
“Are you ready to hit the slopes, yet, woman? I need to....”
“I’m ready, Sarah. Fact is, I could really stand to get out there into the cold. I’m sweating in here. Mind if I go out ahead of you? I’ll wait, of course.” Lauralie said.
“Okay. But don’t you go anywhere! You hear me! I *want* to ski with you tonight, and not alone! Not tonight!” Sarah rejoindered again, emphasizing her requirements to her friend.
“Okay, okay, don’t worry. I’ll be waiting when you get outside, just hurry! I need to move around, I’m getting nervous just standing here. I need to move, Sarah! I need to shred some snow!”
Sarah approved her friend’s need to get outside. She understood the edginess that accompanied a skilled, aggressive skier when that skier was ready to get out on the slopes. No amount of weather could keep someone like Lauralie Fox or Sarah Roger from doing what they did best and was their natural element.
Skiing was in both their blood, and both were fearless when it came to the mountain. They respected it, as well, and that, alone, added a bit of power that other, less serious skiers, didn’t possess. It was this ability to garner respect from the mountain that gave certain skiers their sometimes seemingly superhuman skiing abilities.
Note: Research The Above. Incorporate It Into The Narratives At Some Point.
Sarah finished up her dressing, donned her ski boots, then got outside to where she could equalize her temperature a bit with her already-warm, electric ski suit. Her boots were heated electrically, too, and she was glad she was now outside.
A bit of snow that had drifted over the doorway fell on her as she walked out of the building. She was wearing a helmet, as well, something that had come into vogue as a safety device ever since a certain Sonny Bono had hit a tree and sustained injuries that took his life many years earlier.
Note: Research Sony Bono & Helmets. Use Real Statistics.
Helmets were all the rage, now, and head injuries weren’t as prevalent as they used to be.
Her helmet matched her outfit, of course, her family’s manufacturing facilities also selling motorcycle--and ski--helmets to dealers across the country.
“Hey, Lauralie! Where are you?” I”m ready!
Lauralie was waiting for her friend. She had moved away from the building, as well, out to a position just around the corner of a large mound of snow that had been moved by a groomer machine and heaped high next to the trail.
Lauralie couldn’t hold back what she knew all along was going to happen that night. Her activation was beginning, and soon she would be able to fly across the hills, above the trees, through the sky, above the meadows, and become That Which She Was To Become, a step up toward her ultimate goal.
But Sarah didn’t know this. Now, Lauralie needed to decide how to show her friend just what she truly was, what they all were!
She decided an extension of her own light, contained in an active and protective energy field would do; it would trail out behind her, enveloping her friend, taking her for the ride of her life! There would be no other way. Sarah Roger would be changed, forever, and nothing--not one iota of anything--could keep her friend from becoming an advanced master of the Life Wind!
Lauralie beamed at this thought, let it envelop her being to the utmost, letting it fill each and every pore of her skin, down to her very bones, into the marrow, into her blood cells, and into the energetic matrix that made up her subtle bodies that were the real and true power source of the human being.
Sarah, in the meantime, had lost track of her friend, and was afraid that the excitement had gotten the better of her, and that Lauralie had begun the descent to the bottom without her. She would be disappointed, but not angry. She understood this about skiers. She, herself, was one, after all, and could relate better than anyone on that subject.
Sarah pushed off, moving down the trail that was at a slight incline away from the building. She was moving around the snow heap the groomer had made, when Lauralie came suddenly into view.
She stopped short, though, using her poles to arrest her forward movement. What was happening to Lauralie?
Lauralie was enveloped in a bright halo of golden light that emanated out from her, and in an outline that trailed out behind her a bit. Sarah was confused, and wondered if it was some kind of lighting effect that high-tech jumpsuit of hers was providing.
“What’s with the light show, Lauralie?” She yelled. Her voice cutting the silence of the sound-hushing snow around them.
Lauralie didn’t seem to be listening. She yelled again.
“Laur, whats up with that?”
Suddenly, Lauralie turned and focused all her energies toward her friend.
“Sarah!” She exclaimed! “Let’s Shred Some Snow!”
A light beam projected out from Lauralie Fox just then. It came at breakneck speed, down around the slight curve in the connector trail to the main slope from the High Pointe Lodge.
It came so fast that Sarah Roger couldn’t do anything about it if she tried. She was enveloped in golden warmth and love, love so deep, pure, and without blemish, that her mind reeled a bit before something deep inside of her seemed to channel the energy and balance it out.
“Just hang on and remember your steep mountain training, Sister! Got it? Let’s Go!!!”
Sarah was suddenly pulled along inside an aura of light! Her motion seemed to defy gravity, as she saw her skis weren’t making any tracks in the snow.
“How Is This Happening? How Is This Even Possible?” She yelled out loud to the Universe!
She remembered, immediately, what Lauralie had said about her steep mountain training regimen. Flexibility brought forth by adroit yoga practice (just the exercises, not the spiritual components), weight training, endurance exercises, and breath training and kata! That, followed by hours upon hours on the slopes. Up and down, skiing, up, down, back and forth, working her muscles, creating new forms for each and every element of the mountainside’s topography.
This is what she remembered--her body remembered--as suddenly the solid earth disappeared out from under her, and she was fast on the trail of her friend, Lauralie Fox, who was not just skiing down the hill, but was *flying* over the top of it!
What was also strange was how she didn’t even have a fear of being in the air, protected as she was with so much warmth--and love--surrounding her. ‘Was death like this?’ She thought to herself.
She thought ‘how am I, how do I *do* this?’ for a split second, then was rewarded with the Inherent
Understanding of how it all worked. It just came to her mind, effortlessly. No amount of instruction, needed, the knowledge was just there!
Note: (Inherent Understanding Is When ‘One Just Gets It,’ While In The Out-Of-Body State (Expand) Or ‘When Changed.’ This Last Part Is What Lauralie Is Going Through At This Moment. She Is About To Change!)
She got into a tuck position, and followed Lauralie behind, within the light trail emanating out from behind her.
Lauralie shot back: “Sarah, I’m going lower now, let’s hit the slopes for real. This is a taste of what I talked about, but if you stay with me any longer, you’ll change and you’re not ready yet! There are certain things you need to understand beforehand. I’m ready to change, and I can’t hold it back any longer!”
Sarah tried to take it all in, and rejoined back, her voice echoing within what she could only term as a ‘light field.’
“What the hell are you talking about, Lauralie?” She yelled. “Change into what?”
Lauralie couldn’t wait any longer. She adjusted her trajectory downward, toward a flat area of ground that she saw extending away from the mountainside, and not overly steep.
“Let’s go down there!” She yelled and pointed. “You need to get your slope-legs, back!”
Realizing that she was out of her league at this point, she just nodded, letting the inner-knowledge that was feeding itself into her psyche have the upper hand, letting Lauralie call the shots during this so-strange event.
They glided down on a field of light, one behind the other, enveloped in the warmth and compassion of Pure, Unconditional Love that the Universe-At-Large is made of.
Expound Throughout The Story On This So-Important Point!
Lauralie knew what her parents had found. And half-suspected where they were and what they had done to themselves.
She had sought out training, and Trendu had appeared when she needed him to advance her skills to this point. Still, she thought there was something amiss, something she, herself, had missed along the way. This thought wasn’t clear at that particular moment, however, and she really needed to concentrate on the coming change to her present locale.
Sarah, meanwhile, was in ecstasy! The love that coruscated through her being told her that she was a spirit in a human body, having a unique, somewhat compressed experience in consciousness; that she was doing this to learn in the fastest way possible what is meant to express this same kind of energy, but on a vastly larger level than she was at now.
Lauralie set them down on a flat piece of ground near the edge of a forty-degree drop-off. Child’s play for either one of them at their skill levels.
Sarah felt the light-field being withdrawn from around her, and as it withdrew, she felt the ground again beneath her skis. Felt the cold wind on her face, and the crisp air in her nostrils.
Sarah moved a bit closer, the light field toning itself down a bit, but still evident around her friend and seeing that it wasn’t going away.
“Lauralie! Friend!! What’s happening to you? Do you need help? What do I do? What *can* I do?”
Lauralie knew then that Sarah was overrunning with emotion. She was doing what her body, mind, and spirit--replete in the body she was in and informed by its needs and desires as stored in the ego part of her psyche--could only do: Ask Those Questions. Make Those Inquiries. In Only That Manner!
Still, she wanted to shock her friend out of emotional bondage. She projected a narrow beam of light to her forehead. Zap!
“Unnnuuuhh!” Sarah’s emotions were cut off for a second, allowing her to think more clearly. She saw Lauralie still engulfed in light. Saw that she, herself, was not any longer. And started to move toward her friend for the first time since landing.
Lauralie took this as a sign to complete what had been started. What her Higher Self had initiated at her calling, months and months ago. What Trendu Moran had helped her realize. But what was missing? What was the ‘missing link’ she felt removed from the complete picture in her mind?
Lauralie felt something weird behind her then, something happening in the atmosphere. She turned around and saw a shimmering oval shape, just a few feet out from the edge of the flat area. It seemed to grow in intensity, and Lauralie knew what it was, and what she was to do with it. But still, that ‘one thing’ nagged at her mind; something about a person, a future relationship, and a...duty? Lauralie couldn’t fathom the complete True Meaning of that word just then.
Note: True Meaning: The Condition Of ‘Knowing The Completeness’ Of Something--Like A Word--And Knowing It’s Deeper--And Complete--Makeup-In-The-Universe! (Locally and More Outwardly.)
Sarah, meanwhile, had been moving closer to her friend. She saw Lauralie had turned around just then, and was looking at something out from the edge of the small precipice both of them were standing upon.
Sarah looked past her and saw it. An oval of oscillating air that resembled a heat shimmer, but more localized. It appeared to be made up of thick, irregular, horizontal waves, but was contained in an oval pattern about six or seven feet in height, and about half as wide.
‘Enough for someone to jump into or through,’ she immediately thought to herself.
Then it hit her!
“Lauralie, wait! I need to know...”
Her friend didn’t give her any warning, just a message. Lauralie Fox yelled to her friend, Sarah Roger, A Huge Smile-That-Was-All-Love-And-Happiness-and-Joy!
“Sarah, I love you very much. Please remember me!” Lauralie yelled.
“DON’T YOU GO ANYWHERE...LAURALIE! WAIIIIIT FORRR MEEEE!”
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Sarah Roger’s mind was reeling. She was moving down-hill, but barely remembered what had just transpired. She remembered her friend Lauralie Fox standing at the edge of a small ledge, moving back a bit, then being enveloped in a bright cloud of golden-hued light, then--like being shot from a slingshot--being flung out over the ledge, and into...what?
That oscillating oval of horizontal, energetic waves that looked like heat shimmering in mid-air! And Lauralie Fox had disappeared through it!
Then she had lost all sense of time, space, and recognition of the world around her. She tried to do the same, but met with empty air, and that is when her flight down-hill had begun. Gads! If she didn’t regain control...
Sarah Roger knew now where she was, and realized just what kind of predicament she was really in. Her mental discipline took over, and her body did the rest!
She was still airborne, but the ground was coming up fast, and the slope was at forty degrees, enough to land on, effortlessly, and keep skiing!
Her helmet was on, and she readied herself for the impact. It came, and challenged her more than at any other time she had experienced in her life as a skier!
Her speed was impossible; she must have been doing eighty! But her edges were sharp, and her personalized, custom, trick skis could be landed from any angle and control maintained, at least in the hands of an experienced skier like herself.
Down and down she went, remembering her steep-slope training, turning side to side, jumping when a ledge presented itself!
She had to do a few flips, as well, and didn’t know when she had turned on her helmet light or camera, but she realized she was recording a video stream on her Hero 4, mounted to the helmet’s top!
She arched her back and brought her skis into an ‘X’ pattern, allowing her to maintain control over the course of the flip as she left the earth, yet again, and swung around to face the slope fast coming up below her.
Finally, she started to see wider ground, with evergreens spread here and there. A light came on behind her, and she realized that she was into the area of the motion sensors. One LED light after another came on as she schussed down the slope, irreverent of turning or belaying her speed in any way at that point.
Sarah was one with the mountain, of that she had no doubt. It was helping her down, letting her feel the ecstasy and joy of Pure Existence Without Limits!
This was what kept her from falling or injuring herself. That, and her steep slope training, and her tight fitness regimens.
All had come together in a coruscation of skill that was nothing other than poetry-in-motion-on-skis!
And Sarah Roger moved effortlessly across the snowy mountain bowl she had fallen into, fallen down from a greater height, started by a friend she knew she might never see again.
Then she thought of Tramp Stevenson, her lover and person she wanted to have propose to her later this very night! She had wanted Lauralie to be a part of it all as her Maid of Honor, and meant to tell Lauralie, but now wouldn’t get the chance, perhaps never would at all!
“I need to go see Tramp! Let’s Shred Some Snow!” She Exclaimed!
"Where did that phrase come from?’ She thought, inside.
She had absorbed a part of Lauralie, of that she was certain.
As all this was happening in her mind, her body was taking care of the more ardent business of Personal Survival.
It wasn’t being injured, just worked vigorously!
The Super Ego That Was Sarah spoke to her loudly in her mind then: ‘GET TO MID-POINTE LODGE!’
That was all it took for Sarah’s Higher Mind to take over, and adjust her trajectory down, down toward the looming plateau that was coming up fast, coruscating meadows of trees moving seemingly of their own free will; it was an optical illusion of sorts, as Sarah’s speed hadn’t abated, but was seemingly being controlled from within by something else, something emanating from her own body, but not yet registering on her finer senses.
She took a jump then, balled herself up, and tumbled end-over-end, like He-Man in a Masters of the Universe action sequence! She unfurled herself from her ball, just in time to hit the edge of a ledge that had appeared suddenly beneath her.
She took this edge effortlessly, bounding off of it, hitting the ground with her skis and turning in a more conventional manner at that point.
The edge of the pine forest was coming up, now, and she could see a building through the trees, and knew she had better slow herself down if she was to be able to stop in front of it.
She edged hard, turning around trees, stumps, and jumping deadfalls--stacks of dead pine that the tree grooming crews had placed during the summer when they thinned the trees out.
These Sarah Roger moved around at breakneck speed, her body barely registering as a blip in the eyes of the many deer that she passed, unnoticed.
They were milling around, quietly, then a bit of wind, a blip as if someone was there, then gone!
That was Sarah Roger’s speed, and she knew that she had to will herself to slow down, or forever be moving down the mountain and across the plains, below. How she knew this, she hadn’t a clue, as she was so one with Nature, so utterly oblivious to the physical world--and her own body, as well--around her that her mind was not entirely her own at that point.
Note: Sarah Could Use This Ability Later Toward The End Of The Story. Might Use It To Access Lauralie’s Parent’s Lab.
She was in tune with greater forces in the Universe, and although they were ecstatic, she knew she needed to slow herself down and get to Mid-Pointe Lodge and Tramp, and...QUIET!
“Quiet, Please!” She said out loud.
Sarah suddenly knew she was elsewhere. She was down the mountain, but where? She looked around a bit as she skied effortlessly in her accustomed and adroit style!
‘Is that a building down there?’ She thought out loud.
“Yes, it is! It’s Mid-Pointe Lodge! I have to get there!
Sarah reeled as she realized she was just about at the end of her long, steep run. So much had happened. Then she remembered, thinking out loud! “Lauralie! What happened to Lauralie??”
She let her mind take over then, running on autopilot.
Fatigue had caught up with her, and her body was almost out of energy. So much had been spent coming down the mountainside; so much of her spirit had been energized by the Forces of Nature to which she had been exposed, energized by her best friend, Lauralie Fox! And she was gone!
Gone in an oval-shaped energy field of heat-shimmering waves. But there wasn’t any heat in that cold, except from the warmth of the light-field that Lauralie had projected toward her friend, enveloping Sarah and taking her on a strange, midnight flight, over the many tall evergreens and the steep slopes of the Caveman’s Reach Ski Trails!
As she was thinking about this, Tramp Stevenson had received a radio message that a single skier was seen moving at impossible speeds coming downhill toward the Mid-Pointe Lodge area.
He understood this before the other member of the Ski Patrol--on duty in one of the watchtowers--had finished. It meant that there wasn’t any control on the part of the skier, that the person was probably already dead, their body falling on the icy winds and currents of air that pushed upward from the lower elevation of Mid-Pointe Meadow, coruscating up into a steep thermal incline that merged with the colder air coming off the top of Caveman’s Reach Peak!
However, he wasn’t quite ready for what happened next. He saw a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye. It lasted for just a split-second, and Sarah Roger suddenly appeared, as if from nowhere, slowing slightly but slamming into him, nonetheless.
The two lovers tumbled, end over end, coming to rest in a large, fluffy snow-heap that Tramp had made with a snow blower earlier that evening.
‘Talk About Serendipity!’ He thought to himself, as he finally came to rest, his eyeballs spinning around in their orbits! He regained his composure quickly, in spite of getting the biggest surprise of his life!
He looked at his soon-to-be-wife, dumbfounded.
“Sarah! Where did you come from?” He thought it over for a minute. “Come to think of it, where is Lauralie? Wasn’t she with you tonight?”
Sarah could only stare out into space. Her skis were still attached to her boots, and their weight was keeping her at a strange angle, hanging off the snow-heap, as was Tramp.
She was out of breath, then remembered the circular breathing technique. She was at high air intake velocity, already, so she employed the method.
It worked! She could feel her body becoming calmer now, a strange elation still remaining, and limiting the effects of fatigue. She still knew she needed rest, now, and turned to answer her ‘delicious’ fiancee. Why did she think he was ‘delicious?’ Was she delirious?
Sarah’s mind reeled again, but she found the strength to answer Trent’s query regarding Lauralie.
“D...Dis...Disappeared into an oval of energy! Light! Engulfed in Golden Light! She’s gone, Tramp. Gone! Simply gone! I don’t know where! Gone for a year, she said! I...need to sleep!”
*Bonk!*
Her head dropped, her helmet clanking on one of her skis, as bent over and as flexible as she was. Tramp managed to extricate himself from the debacle that was their embrace, and righted his fiancee, carefully removing her skis, and throwing the poles away so their sharp tips didn’t pose a threat.
He held her in his arms, then, just holding her, caressing her. She seemed lighter, somehow, and the makeup of her body didn’t register on his senses as being the same.
That’s how it would feel from now on, and Sarah would wonder at what had affected her, but that was far into the future.
Integrate This Feeling Into Their Ongoing Relationship, Tramp and Sarah Marveling At The Change. Fit In Some Suitable Explanation For ‘Lighter Molecular Density.’
Now, Tramp Stevenson just set his mind to attending to his soon-to-be-wife and ardent lover! That’s Right! He was going to marry her! He loved Sarah as much as Life, Itself, and that love was evident, as he took her from the cold outside, into the caring and loving warmth of his personal apartment in Mid-Pointe Lodge!
Tramp then remembered that in order for Sarah Roger to say “Yes!,” he had to actually propose; and he wanted to be there, beaming, when she finally woke up!
-End of Excerpt-
©Copyright 1986 - 2018, Stephen Andrew Brown, All Rights Reserved.
This is an excerpted chapter from Part 1 of this novel. It's entitled "Descent!", and has a very intense action sequence when the primary protagonist, Lauralie Fox, disappears, which really means dimensional transition.
I'm sharing it with you in a rather raw format. There are also little paragraphs in smaller print in varying formats--as I put them in over the course of about three years or so--but I wanted to include them so you understand my thought processes a little bit.
I'm not going to explain everything, but I want to provide everyone who has even had a little interest to see what's coming, and what I can do as a writer. I'm very proud of this sequence, and there are certain to be more like it. I can't afford to do a lot of Boost-ing to the page, so I'm keeping it simple, for now; as I gain experience in writing better, I'll Boost my page more. $5.00 isn't too much to ask, so I'll Boost it in a bit. I just wanted to have something more concrete to show for it.
DISCLAIMER: This is a copyrighted excerpt of fiction. Everything belongs to Mr. Stephen Andrew Brown, of Lead, South Dakota. Please cite all shared excerpts properly, using your preferred citation method of choice (APA, MLA, Chicago Style, etc.) -- That, But Please Cite! This work is going to be published, and is intended to end my poverty cycle, permanently!
So please...Just Respect This!
That said, here is the excerpt: I hope you enjoy it!
--
Descent!
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“Gotta stretch my legs a bit, and get this comfort food digested a bit more, Sarah. I’m not really used to eating this much at one sitting!”
“You think I usually pig out? Sarah said. I don’t know why I ate so much, but I feel as if I’m going to need it, somehow, tonight!
Lauralie raised her arms up at obtuse angles to her shoulders, as if she were reaching for opposite corners on the ceiling. She stretched her arms out, breathed in in a strange, circular pattern, then let her breath out in a yoga-like manner. Sarah was impressed.
“I see you have circular breathing down pat. I’ve never been able to accomplish anything with it. It makes my abdomen hurt!”
“It takes a good, solid year of professional training if you want to learn to do it right, Sarah.” Lauralie replied. “I could teach you, but Trendu is better at teaching it than I am at this time. Also, there are others who can do it, too. Menda Wilson does it effortlessly, and better than I do. She has other interests than me, however. She uses it to teach children and adults how to calm their inner selves and achieve lasting peace in their lives. Ever been to one of her seminars?”
Note: [Introduce Menda Wilson At Some Point, With Sarah At One Of Her Seminars.]
Sarah wasn’t really the seminar type, she decided. But that didn’t mean she might not look Menda up, later.
“I don’t do seminars much, Lauralie, I just don’t have the time. You know that!” She said.
“Yes, but you may have more time on your hands than you know, in the future, dearest friend. I’d hate to see you waste a good opportunity to learn something useful. Menda taught me a thing or two about breathing and breath, and I applied it and I’m the better for it.”
Note: Research Circular Breathing, Incorporate It Into Story. Use Real Techniques and Reference Works.
Lauralie’s look told Sarah that she was serious, in an educational sense.
“Okay, Laur’, I’ll ask her about it. I have some free time later this week. Maybe we can do it, together, eh?”
Lauralie was caught off guard, but rejoindered quickly.
“Yes, perhaps. Later this week. If I’m not too busy with instruction, myself. I have a few loose ends to tie up with a certain boy who needs more help than he realizes. I’ve already spoken to him once, but he may need instruction from a different, certain vantage point I can’t give him now.” Lauralie looked like she was thinking, inwardly.
“You know, Sarah,” she said, “that even teachers need to be taught new things, right?”
Sarah didn’t know what to say to that just then. Lauralie continued.
“It’s important to realize that even the gurus need gurus, is what I mean to say. Everyone learns, continually. It’s a never-ending process. At length, learning is essentially eternal, and that’s what drives the human being toward what is considered to be ‘perfection,’ although that’s really just an ideal, and not a final destination in any real sense. Get it?”
Sarah nodded that she did, although her friend waxing metaphysical again was beginning to worry her a bit.
She decided to continue on with the subject at hand.
“Are you ready to hit the slopes, yet, woman? I need to....”
“I’m ready, Sarah. Fact is, I could really stand to get out there into the cold. I’m sweating in here. Mind if I go out ahead of you? I’ll wait, of course.” Lauralie said.
“Okay. But don’t you go anywhere! You hear me! I *want* to ski with you tonight, and not alone! Not tonight!” Sarah rejoindered again, emphasizing her requirements to her friend.
“Okay, okay, don’t worry. I’ll be waiting when you get outside, just hurry! I need to move around, I’m getting nervous just standing here. I need to move, Sarah! I need to shred some snow!”
Sarah approved her friend’s need to get outside. She understood the edginess that accompanied a skilled, aggressive skier when that skier was ready to get out on the slopes. No amount of weather could keep someone like Lauralie Fox or Sarah Roger from doing what they did best and was their natural element.
Skiing was in both their blood, and both were fearless when it came to the mountain. They respected it, as well, and that, alone, added a bit of power that other, less serious skiers, didn’t possess. It was this ability to garner respect from the mountain that gave certain skiers their sometimes seemingly superhuman skiing abilities.
Note: Research The Above. Incorporate It Into The Narratives At Some Point.
Sarah finished up her dressing, donned her ski boots, then got outside to where she could equalize her temperature a bit with her already-warm, electric ski suit. Her boots were heated electrically, too, and she was glad she was now outside.
A bit of snow that had drifted over the doorway fell on her as she walked out of the building. She was wearing a helmet, as well, something that had come into vogue as a safety device ever since a certain Sonny Bono had hit a tree and sustained injuries that took his life many years earlier.
Note: Research Sony Bono & Helmets. Use Real Statistics.
Helmets were all the rage, now, and head injuries weren’t as prevalent as they used to be.
Her helmet matched her outfit, of course, her family’s manufacturing facilities also selling motorcycle--and ski--helmets to dealers across the country.
“Hey, Lauralie! Where are you?” I”m ready!
Lauralie was waiting for her friend. She had moved away from the building, as well, out to a position just around the corner of a large mound of snow that had been moved by a groomer machine and heaped high next to the trail.
Lauralie couldn’t hold back what she knew all along was going to happen that night. Her activation was beginning, and soon she would be able to fly across the hills, above the trees, through the sky, above the meadows, and become That Which She Was To Become, a step up toward her ultimate goal.
But Sarah didn’t know this. Now, Lauralie needed to decide how to show her friend just what she truly was, what they all were!
She decided an extension of her own light, contained in an active and protective energy field would do; it would trail out behind her, enveloping her friend, taking her for the ride of her life! There would be no other way. Sarah Roger would be changed, forever, and nothing--not one iota of anything--could keep her friend from becoming an advanced master of the Life Wind!
Lauralie beamed at this thought, let it envelop her being to the utmost, letting it fill each and every pore of her skin, down to her very bones, into the marrow, into her blood cells, and into the energetic matrix that made up her subtle bodies that were the real and true power source of the human being.
Sarah, in the meantime, had lost track of her friend, and was afraid that the excitement had gotten the better of her, and that Lauralie had begun the descent to the bottom without her. She would be disappointed, but not angry. She understood this about skiers. She, herself, was one, after all, and could relate better than anyone on that subject.
Sarah pushed off, moving down the trail that was at a slight incline away from the building. She was moving around the snow heap the groomer had made, when Lauralie came suddenly into view.
She stopped short, though, using her poles to arrest her forward movement. What was happening to Lauralie?
Lauralie was enveloped in a bright halo of golden light that emanated out from her, and in an outline that trailed out behind her a bit. Sarah was confused, and wondered if it was some kind of lighting effect that high-tech jumpsuit of hers was providing.
“What’s with the light show, Lauralie?” She yelled. Her voice cutting the silence of the sound-hushing snow around them.
Lauralie didn’t seem to be listening. She yelled again.
“Laur, whats up with that?”
Suddenly, Lauralie turned and focused all her energies toward her friend.
“Sarah!” She exclaimed! “Let’s Shred Some Snow!”
A light beam projected out from Lauralie Fox just then. It came at breakneck speed, down around the slight curve in the connector trail to the main slope from the High Pointe Lodge.
It came so fast that Sarah Roger couldn’t do anything about it if she tried. She was enveloped in golden warmth and love, love so deep, pure, and without blemish, that her mind reeled a bit before something deep inside of her seemed to channel the energy and balance it out.
“Just hang on and remember your steep mountain training, Sister! Got it? Let’s Go!!!”
Sarah was suddenly pulled along inside an aura of light! Her motion seemed to defy gravity, as she saw her skis weren’t making any tracks in the snow.
“How Is This Happening? How Is This Even Possible?” She yelled out loud to the Universe!
She remembered, immediately, what Lauralie had said about her steep mountain training regimen. Flexibility brought forth by adroit yoga practice (just the exercises, not the spiritual components), weight training, endurance exercises, and breath training and kata! That, followed by hours upon hours on the slopes. Up and down, skiing, up, down, back and forth, working her muscles, creating new forms for each and every element of the mountainside’s topography.
This is what she remembered--her body remembered--as suddenly the solid earth disappeared out from under her, and she was fast on the trail of her friend, Lauralie Fox, who was not just skiing down the hill, but was *flying* over the top of it!
What was also strange was how she didn’t even have a fear of being in the air, protected as she was with so much warmth--and love--surrounding her. ‘Was death like this?’ She thought to herself.
She thought ‘how am I, how do I *do* this?’ for a split second, then was rewarded with the Inherent
Understanding of how it all worked. It just came to her mind, effortlessly. No amount of instruction, needed, the knowledge was just there!
Note: (Inherent Understanding Is When ‘One Just Gets It,’ While In The Out-Of-Body State (Expand) Or ‘When Changed.’ This Last Part Is What Lauralie Is Going Through At This Moment. She Is About To Change!)
She got into a tuck position, and followed Lauralie behind, within the light trail emanating out from behind her.
Lauralie shot back: “Sarah, I’m going lower now, let’s hit the slopes for real. This is a taste of what I talked about, but if you stay with me any longer, you’ll change and you’re not ready yet! There are certain things you need to understand beforehand. I’m ready to change, and I can’t hold it back any longer!”
Sarah tried to take it all in, and rejoined back, her voice echoing within what she could only term as a ‘light field.’
“What the hell are you talking about, Lauralie?” She yelled. “Change into what?”
Lauralie couldn’t wait any longer. She adjusted her trajectory downward, toward a flat area of ground that she saw extending away from the mountainside, and not overly steep.
“Let’s go down there!” She yelled and pointed. “You need to get your slope-legs, back!”
Realizing that she was out of her league at this point, she just nodded, letting the inner-knowledge that was feeding itself into her psyche have the upper hand, letting Lauralie call the shots during this so-strange event.
They glided down on a field of light, one behind the other, enveloped in the warmth and compassion of Pure, Unconditional Love that the Universe-At-Large is made of.
Expound Throughout The Story On This So-Important Point!
Lauralie knew what her parents had found. And half-suspected where they were and what they had done to themselves.
She had sought out training, and Trendu had appeared when she needed him to advance her skills to this point. Still, she thought there was something amiss, something she, herself, had missed along the way. This thought wasn’t clear at that particular moment, however, and she really needed to concentrate on the coming change to her present locale.
Sarah, meanwhile, was in ecstasy! The love that coruscated through her being told her that she was a spirit in a human body, having a unique, somewhat compressed experience in consciousness; that she was doing this to learn in the fastest way possible what is meant to express this same kind of energy, but on a vastly larger level than she was at now.
Lauralie set them down on a flat piece of ground near the edge of a forty-degree drop-off. Child’s play for either one of them at their skill levels.
Sarah felt the light-field being withdrawn from around her, and as it withdrew, she felt the ground again beneath her skis. Felt the cold wind on her face, and the crisp air in her nostrils.
Sarah moved a bit closer, the light field toning itself down a bit, but still evident around her friend and seeing that it wasn’t going away.
“Lauralie! Friend!! What’s happening to you? Do you need help? What do I do? What *can* I do?”
Lauralie knew then that Sarah was overrunning with emotion. She was doing what her body, mind, and spirit--replete in the body she was in and informed by its needs and desires as stored in the ego part of her psyche--could only do: Ask Those Questions. Make Those Inquiries. In Only That Manner!
Still, she wanted to shock her friend out of emotional bondage. She projected a narrow beam of light to her forehead. Zap!
“Unnnuuuhh!” Sarah’s emotions were cut off for a second, allowing her to think more clearly. She saw Lauralie still engulfed in light. Saw that she, herself, was not any longer. And started to move toward her friend for the first time since landing.
Lauralie took this as a sign to complete what had been started. What her Higher Self had initiated at her calling, months and months ago. What Trendu Moran had helped her realize. But what was missing? What was the ‘missing link’ she felt removed from the complete picture in her mind?
Lauralie felt something weird behind her then, something happening in the atmosphere. She turned around and saw a shimmering oval shape, just a few feet out from the edge of the flat area. It seemed to grow in intensity, and Lauralie knew what it was, and what she was to do with it. But still, that ‘one thing’ nagged at her mind; something about a person, a future relationship, and a...duty? Lauralie couldn’t fathom the complete True Meaning of that word just then.
Note: True Meaning: The Condition Of ‘Knowing The Completeness’ Of Something--Like A Word--And Knowing It’s Deeper--And Complete--Makeup-In-The-Universe! (Locally and More Outwardly.)
Sarah, meanwhile, had been moving closer to her friend. She saw Lauralie had turned around just then, and was looking at something out from the edge of the small precipice both of them were standing upon.
Sarah looked past her and saw it. An oval of oscillating air that resembled a heat shimmer, but more localized. It appeared to be made up of thick, irregular, horizontal waves, but was contained in an oval pattern about six or seven feet in height, and about half as wide.
‘Enough for someone to jump into or through,’ she immediately thought to herself.
Then it hit her!
“Lauralie, wait! I need to know...”
Her friend didn’t give her any warning, just a message. Lauralie Fox yelled to her friend, Sarah Roger, A Huge Smile-That-Was-All-Love-And-Happiness-and-Joy!
“Sarah, I love you very much. Please remember me!” Lauralie yelled.
“DON’T YOU GO ANYWHERE...LAURALIE! WAIIIIIT FORRR MEEEE!”
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Sarah Roger’s mind was reeling. She was moving down-hill, but barely remembered what had just transpired. She remembered her friend Lauralie Fox standing at the edge of a small ledge, moving back a bit, then being enveloped in a bright cloud of golden-hued light, then--like being shot from a slingshot--being flung out over the ledge, and into...what?
That oscillating oval of horizontal, energetic waves that looked like heat shimmering in mid-air! And Lauralie Fox had disappeared through it!
Then she had lost all sense of time, space, and recognition of the world around her. She tried to do the same, but met with empty air, and that is when her flight down-hill had begun. Gads! If she didn’t regain control...
Sarah Roger knew now where she was, and realized just what kind of predicament she was really in. Her mental discipline took over, and her body did the rest!
She was still airborne, but the ground was coming up fast, and the slope was at forty degrees, enough to land on, effortlessly, and keep skiing!
Her helmet was on, and she readied herself for the impact. It came, and challenged her more than at any other time she had experienced in her life as a skier!
Her speed was impossible; she must have been doing eighty! But her edges were sharp, and her personalized, custom, trick skis could be landed from any angle and control maintained, at least in the hands of an experienced skier like herself.
Down and down she went, remembering her steep-slope training, turning side to side, jumping when a ledge presented itself!
She had to do a few flips, as well, and didn’t know when she had turned on her helmet light or camera, but she realized she was recording a video stream on her Hero 4, mounted to the helmet’s top!
She arched her back and brought her skis into an ‘X’ pattern, allowing her to maintain control over the course of the flip as she left the earth, yet again, and swung around to face the slope fast coming up below her.
Finally, she started to see wider ground, with evergreens spread here and there. A light came on behind her, and she realized that she was into the area of the motion sensors. One LED light after another came on as she schussed down the slope, irreverent of turning or belaying her speed in any way at that point.
Sarah was one with the mountain, of that she had no doubt. It was helping her down, letting her feel the ecstasy and joy of Pure Existence Without Limits!
This was what kept her from falling or injuring herself. That, and her steep slope training, and her tight fitness regimens.
All had come together in a coruscation of skill that was nothing other than poetry-in-motion-on-skis!
And Sarah Roger moved effortlessly across the snowy mountain bowl she had fallen into, fallen down from a greater height, started by a friend she knew she might never see again.
Then she thought of Tramp Stevenson, her lover and person she wanted to have propose to her later this very night! She had wanted Lauralie to be a part of it all as her Maid of Honor, and meant to tell Lauralie, but now wouldn’t get the chance, perhaps never would at all!
“I need to go see Tramp! Let’s Shred Some Snow!” She Exclaimed!
"Where did that phrase come from?’ She thought, inside.
She had absorbed a part of Lauralie, of that she was certain.
As all this was happening in her mind, her body was taking care of the more ardent business of Personal Survival.
It wasn’t being injured, just worked vigorously!
The Super Ego That Was Sarah spoke to her loudly in her mind then: ‘GET TO MID-POINTE LODGE!’
That was all it took for Sarah’s Higher Mind to take over, and adjust her trajectory down, down toward the looming plateau that was coming up fast, coruscating meadows of trees moving seemingly of their own free will; it was an optical illusion of sorts, as Sarah’s speed hadn’t abated, but was seemingly being controlled from within by something else, something emanating from her own body, but not yet registering on her finer senses.
She took a jump then, balled herself up, and tumbled end-over-end, like He-Man in a Masters of the Universe action sequence! She unfurled herself from her ball, just in time to hit the edge of a ledge that had appeared suddenly beneath her.
She took this edge effortlessly, bounding off of it, hitting the ground with her skis and turning in a more conventional manner at that point.
The edge of the pine forest was coming up, now, and she could see a building through the trees, and knew she had better slow herself down if she was to be able to stop in front of it.
She edged hard, turning around trees, stumps, and jumping deadfalls--stacks of dead pine that the tree grooming crews had placed during the summer when they thinned the trees out.
These Sarah Roger moved around at breakneck speed, her body barely registering as a blip in the eyes of the many deer that she passed, unnoticed.
They were milling around, quietly, then a bit of wind, a blip as if someone was there, then gone!
That was Sarah Roger’s speed, and she knew that she had to will herself to slow down, or forever be moving down the mountain and across the plains, below. How she knew this, she hadn’t a clue, as she was so one with Nature, so utterly oblivious to the physical world--and her own body, as well--around her that her mind was not entirely her own at that point.
Note: Sarah Could Use This Ability Later Toward The End Of The Story. Might Use It To Access Lauralie’s Parent’s Lab.
She was in tune with greater forces in the Universe, and although they were ecstatic, she knew she needed to slow herself down and get to Mid-Pointe Lodge and Tramp, and...QUIET!
“Quiet, Please!” She said out loud.
Sarah suddenly knew she was elsewhere. She was down the mountain, but where? She looked around a bit as she skied effortlessly in her accustomed and adroit style!
‘Is that a building down there?’ She thought out loud.
“Yes, it is! It’s Mid-Pointe Lodge! I have to get there!
Sarah reeled as she realized she was just about at the end of her long, steep run. So much had happened. Then she remembered, thinking out loud! “Lauralie! What happened to Lauralie??”
She let her mind take over then, running on autopilot.
Fatigue had caught up with her, and her body was almost out of energy. So much had been spent coming down the mountainside; so much of her spirit had been energized by the Forces of Nature to which she had been exposed, energized by her best friend, Lauralie Fox! And she was gone!
Gone in an oval-shaped energy field of heat-shimmering waves. But there wasn’t any heat in that cold, except from the warmth of the light-field that Lauralie had projected toward her friend, enveloping Sarah and taking her on a strange, midnight flight, over the many tall evergreens and the steep slopes of the Caveman’s Reach Ski Trails!
As she was thinking about this, Tramp Stevenson had received a radio message that a single skier was seen moving at impossible speeds coming downhill toward the Mid-Pointe Lodge area.
He understood this before the other member of the Ski Patrol--on duty in one of the watchtowers--had finished. It meant that there wasn’t any control on the part of the skier, that the person was probably already dead, their body falling on the icy winds and currents of air that pushed upward from the lower elevation of Mid-Pointe Meadow, coruscating up into a steep thermal incline that merged with the colder air coming off the top of Caveman’s Reach Peak!
However, he wasn’t quite ready for what happened next. He saw a flicker of movement out of the corner of his eye. It lasted for just a split-second, and Sarah Roger suddenly appeared, as if from nowhere, slowing slightly but slamming into him, nonetheless.
The two lovers tumbled, end over end, coming to rest in a large, fluffy snow-heap that Tramp had made with a snow blower earlier that evening.
‘Talk About Serendipity!’ He thought to himself, as he finally came to rest, his eyeballs spinning around in their orbits! He regained his composure quickly, in spite of getting the biggest surprise of his life!
He looked at his soon-to-be-wife, dumbfounded.
“Sarah! Where did you come from?” He thought it over for a minute. “Come to think of it, where is Lauralie? Wasn’t she with you tonight?”
Sarah could only stare out into space. Her skis were still attached to her boots, and their weight was keeping her at a strange angle, hanging off the snow-heap, as was Tramp.
She was out of breath, then remembered the circular breathing technique. She was at high air intake velocity, already, so she employed the method.
It worked! She could feel her body becoming calmer now, a strange elation still remaining, and limiting the effects of fatigue. She still knew she needed rest, now, and turned to answer her ‘delicious’ fiancee. Why did she think he was ‘delicious?’ Was she delirious?
Sarah’s mind reeled again, but she found the strength to answer Trent’s query regarding Lauralie.
“D...Dis...Disappeared into an oval of energy! Light! Engulfed in Golden Light! She’s gone, Tramp. Gone! Simply gone! I don’t know where! Gone for a year, she said! I...need to sleep!”
*Bonk!*
Her head dropped, her helmet clanking on one of her skis, as bent over and as flexible as she was. Tramp managed to extricate himself from the debacle that was their embrace, and righted his fiancee, carefully removing her skis, and throwing the poles away so their sharp tips didn’t pose a threat.
He held her in his arms, then, just holding her, caressing her. She seemed lighter, somehow, and the makeup of her body didn’t register on his senses as being the same.
That’s how it would feel from now on, and Sarah would wonder at what had affected her, but that was far into the future.
Integrate This Feeling Into Their Ongoing Relationship, Tramp and Sarah Marveling At The Change. Fit In Some Suitable Explanation For ‘Lighter Molecular Density.’
Now, Tramp Stevenson just set his mind to attending to his soon-to-be-wife and ardent lover! That’s Right! He was going to marry her! He loved Sarah as much as Life, Itself, and that love was evident, as he took her from the cold outside, into the caring and loving warmth of his personal apartment in Mid-Pointe Lodge!
Tramp then remembered that in order for Sarah Roger to say “Yes!,” he had to actually propose; and he wanted to be there, beaming, when she finally woke up!
-End of Excerpt-
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