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Chapter Four: Part 4—Alberta #5

Chapter Three: Part 4—Alberta #5 (Anamnesis)

Written: Bradley Necyk


Chapter 1


A great storm hit. The rain beat through the roof, snuffed the lantern, and raged with reckless howling through holes and cracks in the makeshift structure of the night. He looked out into the field and saw the wheat taking on fluid dynamics, rushing and swirling with every-where wind. Beaten and aching the straw of the wheat gave and the field broke to compression and the weight of storm pressed everything. He looked back and the room it moved with huddled peoples, his peoples.

His wife screamed and a group of three women pushed him aside as they went to her. One held her hand and talked her through the experience. Another woman worked to squeeze out the water soaking all the fabric in the space. Another, stunned, stared in disbelief at visions, she turned to the man and whispered to him about a baby being born in a great storm.

The rain dropped all at once from the black night and hit the roof so hard it shifted the structures of stick and rope that was holding this space full of life and death. Light bolted illuminating strips of pure light through the cracks forming in the walls. The man rushed to the makeshift door and stood raging at the night and the great storm. He felt his body being beaten with water when suddenly he lost breathe as the water was overwhelming his lungs. With all his force he spit back at the storm when light and a clap of the gods pushed him back a foot. He grabbed the edge of the structure, caught in the unimaginable, and stepped back in foot. There was nothing to be won with his battle against the storm but he thrust his chest forward, defying the wind, rain, and fear.

He looked to the ground and saw the soil moving under him. The water was hitting too fast and the earth began to flood. He gave up his battle against the storm and looked back into the structure. His wife was screaming tears as the labour continued. The floor had taken on inches of water and there was no way to dry anything. The woman in a vision leaned next to the woman and whispered an ancient myth into her ear. Then she looked at the man, deep into him, and spoke to the ancient space in him. He looked at his wife with certainty but a clap of thunder met the light and the air screamed with birth. They all screamed and the structure lost form and everything took on a new air. The man looked at her but everything was moving around them. The structure moved into the air and everyone fell exposed. The man saw the women huddle around his wife and each of her screams was met with screams from the women. The storm raged on with bolts of lighting cracking form and rushing everything with light, brighter than day.

He turned his gaze from the women and surveyed the land. A gust of wind hit him to the ground and the water covered his body. The water was moving so fast he was render immobile, staring straight through the water up into the air of blackness. Inkwell sky split with electric potential revealing the deepness he had sunk to. Fixed in place he fought the water, but his breath was almost gone. And just as he resigned to this death he was thrust from the water and onto a small bank. He looked where he was but could see nothing because the sky had forgotten the sun. A crack of light cast hard shadows against an ancient elm tree a 100 feet from him. He looked for the women when the storm strobbed but he was driven, instead, towards the tree. He came under its spell and lept towards it. The water swelled beneath the tree and he scrambled closer to it. With a fraction of light he looked and saw the great mass of the trees’ branches and leaves howling with the wind, rain, and strength. He had never seen a tree hold so firmly to itself when suddenly a 50-foot branch broke from the tree and disappeared within the great storm. He hugged close to the root of the tree and his body writhed in the wind. Soon he gave way and let the storm take him.


Chapter Two


His eyes opened to the sky. He laid on his back and saw the stars last night as the sky took on a deep ultraviolet. In that moment he had forgotten his life and instead took in this new presentation of sky and colours gradually moved across the spectrum until a blood red took over the sky. It is then he remembered his wife. He sat up and saw nothing—wheat broken and flat to the earth. He looked for the elm tree but all there was was flat land in every direction. He found his way to his feet and stood caught in a spell of light pinks and oranges in the distance set stark against a yellow land vibrating with new life and washed air. There was no difference in what direction he started to walk in so he moved towards the sun as it crested the horizon.

As he moved each step was the same as the last and he found he was stuck in time. Realizing he was getting nowhere he stopped and sat. He felt the woman of visions and he saw through her eyes. A baby was born in a great storm. He remembered the great storm his mother said he was born into. He looked up to the sky and saw it shifting to a vibrant blue. He looked in each direction and still nothing—like he was the only person left in this world. He thought to the woman with visions and thought she had placed him here with magic through tree and storm. He laid his back on the ground and let the wet earth take him.


Chapter Three


He might have been there for hours or days, there was no sense to this place. He didn’t remember the nights coming but he didn’t trust his senses or his memories. After a certain amount of time passed he found his vision had fallen out of sync with reality—the seamlessness of his visual field, time itself, became a grand illusion. He collapsed back to the ground which was dry and the wheat laid dead and hard. The sun crashing down on the world, heating everything in its path. He looked up and he could swear it was closer. He held his thumb at arm's length in front of him with one eye shut and found the sun blistered past the edges. The corona burst around the eclipse and he lost more time.

He stood up and found he had adjusted to the heat but the visual jumps were still happening. He looked at the sun and move his head from side to side seeing the sun jittered across the sky, barely keeping up. He looked at his hands and they were heavier. He looked at his palms and they were very worn and thick with skin. Suddenly a panic set at how long he had been here that pushed him to run. He ran 10,000 miles but his body didn’t tire and he had no sense of how long he had run for. He stopped and looked around—flat dead wheat everywhere. He looked back at the sky and the sun weighed heavier on him. He held his thumb up again and it disappeared behind the brightness of the sun as it consumed him. He knew then that it was closer.

He sat and insisted on waiting for night but the sun was relentless. Suddenly, he felt momentum. He felt the world move, but everything visually was still—it was a bone-deep movement, a deep sense of the world he did not understand. He looked back at the sun and felt himself moving around it, but just as quickly as he sensed that he felt the sun moving. He looked through the ground and earth and felt the presence of a force larger than his mind could hold. It was such a presence that was looming on his mind for as long as he was alive. Quickly, every memory shifted and moved in relation to this presence and it was then that he felt it was always there, a form without form. He looked back at the sun, crushing closer to him, taking almost the entire sky for its own. The light was brighter than bright but he found his eyes unhurt. He looked from one horizon to the next and it was all sun. But he felt it was coming, but not for him or the world but to some unknown but present force. He looked back down through the earth and back at the sun. Both became flat discs that took up every direction and he was standing between two infinite planes. The heat was hotter than hot but his skin was unharmed. It was then, looking at the horizon, that he experienced everything that was or would be.


Chapter Four


He opened his eyes slowly and the sky vibrated blue. He turned his eyes to the sun and it hurt. He held his thumb to it and it occluded it with a marvellous corona ripping around the edges of his thumb. He stood and surveyed the area around him. At his feet was dry soil and crushed dead wheat, but as he raised his head he saw smoke in the distance within some trees. He walked there, unsure, and entered the forest. He moved a bush in front of him and felt a piercing poke. He looked at the palm of his hand and there was a mark with blood. The thick skin was gone and like that he forgot of his memories with the sun and the land and all that it had told. He looked up and saw the fire and saw his people.

He broke into a run and within a few strides, he was standing in front of his wife. She looked him deep in the eyes and he looked at her. He looked down and saw a small hand on her chest and then a face on her breast. She looked down at the baby, then at him, and smiled. The woman with visions came to him and introduced him to his child, Freedom.

“Mother… is this real?”

“Yes son, you have returned. What did you see?”

He looked at her and was confused, sensing a deep recognition to her question but also knew he did not know yet what she asked. He looked at his wife, “Is this my son?”

His wife looked at him and said yes.

He looked at the crest of the child’s face on his mother’s breast and the left hand that was reaching upwards. He walked closer to his wife and slowly lowered himself. With pure curiosity, he looked the child from top to bottom as he held him. This is a new born baby. He stared at his child and felt a swell of memories to come. He saw him, felt an extension of his being in this child, he felt all that that was to come, but it overwhelmed him as it had every time this happened and he cried a cry of layers.


Chapter Five


He opened his eyes. With a tingly fog he rolled to his side, feeling the coarseness of the heavy dusty blanket. He opened his eyes again and saw his wife sleeping and Freedom tucked closely to her. With hope, he looked at them, together, bracing for all that was to come. He slowly removed himself from the makeshift bed and structure and felt a crisp morning. He looked upwards to the sky, seeing a beautiful thick purple sky vignetted by the canopy of trees. He looked around the camp and there were three structures of fabric holding together for the women. He thought to their past, the travels they had taken to get here. He thought of there life of movement and all the peoples they had lost till this point. He felt a deep hunger in his belly and could feel the hunger of all of them. He left the forest to look at the fields but everything was broken. He looked, still fixed in the trees, out at the land and thirsted for water and magic.

He walked the fields and would see small pockets of trees. He knew this large of a field of wheat couldn’t have been natural. He walked cautiously at that thought. He entered a small treed area and found a pond but it was sick with algae. His foot sunk into the earth of wetness and he instinctually fell back a step and his foot was released. The hole writhed with worms and all things of the soil. He saw the richness of this place, like a spell had been cast, and it was not for his people. He turned from this area and walked for hours.

The sun was pressing from the highest point in the sky and his skin ached exposed. He looked back and like a magnet could sense where he had come from, hours away. He turned back and crested a hill of mountain and at its top he could see for miles. He could see far past the forest his people were in, he could see all the land that they had come from. A land of rock and tough soil. He turned in another direction and saw rounded, eroded mountains, scratched away through the eons—mountains of history. They cast a spell on him and his gaze fixed on them. As his eyes moved into focus they cut through the atmosphere and pulled closer and closer to the range. He heard a howling sound, a sound like none-other, like it wasn’t its time yet. His vision was in the mountains but with a grain distortion making the unbelievable present. The sound began to hammer, raging closer and closer to his vision until a voice clapped him back in foot. He looked one more time at the mountains but could see no further. This wasn’t a place for him but for the forgotten histories that collected there. He did not see himself as part of that.

With the spell broken, he looked in the last direction and with every hope he saw a structure, a structure of stone and wood. He had come across these on his travels, as his people worked towards the top of the world, but knew they came at a great cost. These were other peoples homes and land and they took that as their life. He never felt any connection to one place, a man with no material histories other than what he carried in his bones.

He approached the building but saw nothing but broken straw on his way there. As he came to the structure he heard a sound he needed like air—a rush of water. Without concern for being discovered, he ran around the structure and saw a small stream. He pounced on it and began drinking in deep bursts. As the frenzy slowed his looked up at the sun and could see it was dropping in the sky. He looked back at the stream and could see all the beautiful rocks with sparkles and winding reds of time throughout them. He looked deeper and started removing rocks from the bed but just as quickly as he removed one, two more tumbled in place. He used both of his hands and with all his strength opened a crack in the bed and pulled a stone of a red he could only fully experience outside of vision. He was transfixed by it and lost time.

Suddenly, a crack brought him back into his body and he saw the bed of rocks cascading out from under itself. He lept back and saw the earth being pulled into a raging river. He sprinted towards the structure but the ground gave out from under him and he was swallowed by the great river. He fought towards the light casting through the water, but as all went black he resigned and was swept away.


Chapter Six


His eyes opened and he found himself holding the red stone in front of his eyes. With recognition his gaze quickly swept around him, surveying the scene, and found himself behind the structure on the ground beside the stream. He looked at the sky and blue met orange and the sun was touching the horizon. He looked back at the structure and moved towards it. He looked through a small window hole and saw no movement or signs of life hung with death. He opened the door and it ripped up and he felt destiny in the room with him. It was a room 10 by 10 feet. He entered and the floor ached under him. He looked at the bed and saw bones. He looked to the other side of the room and saw a long shotgun in the corner with 7 shells beside it.

He moved the bones and placed them in the back. He found a worn shovel and in the black of night he put them in the earth. Unable to see he rested on the bed and gave way to sleep.


Chapter Seven


His eyes opened and the room was ablaze with light. As his eyes tried to make focus but the light pierce his tight lids and he resigned to waiting. After an eternity he opened them and found the room in focus. It was broken and tired but he felt a life in the floor and the earth outside. He left and looked up at the sky. He felt the heat of the sun at the top of the sky. He wondered how long he had slept for. He took a long drink from the stream and walked towards the magnetic pull across the land.

He looked at the sky and saw the gradient of dark blue to pink and then looked at the forest in front of him. He pushed the bush aside and found his people. He came to his wife and saw the child on her breast.

“He has grown.”

She looked into his eyes and saw all that he had seen. The woman with visions approached and laughed with uncertain excitement. “You found something.”

“I did. I found it all. Tomorrow we will move there. All of us.”

He turned his gaze around the camp and looked where the two structures of the other women were. The woman with visions turned to him and said they had died while he was travelling. He asked how long he had been gone. The woman with visions said, “As long as you needed to be.”

A sadness took over him, his sisters were gone. He felt the last light rush from the forest and he prepared for sleep.


Chapter Eight

His eyes opened but he found himself in tears—tears of grief. His sisters gone in a breath of no sense. A hint of light was caught in the tears as it found its way into the structure of the night. He removed the thick coarse blanket, turned to his wife and son, and ached with a loving wish. He moved out of the structure and stood in the forest waiting for his eyes to adjust to the slow creep of the dawn.

He strung a light path deep into his bones and guts, bringing with him light, but also a saddening hunger. His turn inward was met with shadows and everything he could not see in himself. His thoughts began to cycle, one cascading into the next, stirring a presence of storm. He held tight to the beads illuminating the folds and fissure of this blackness but as they brought form from no form they also brought everything hateful and loving in this world. He felt his sisters’ lives in this space, but they were fixed in place, sediment on a flowing river bed. He tried to turn to them, to listen close to their position, but each time he caught a glimpse the form of his sisters’ exploded into a fractal stream of infinite descent. He stood fixed, but gave to the forms and fell. As each point of his sisters’ came into view it was textured with another layer of complexity that he continued to fall through. He allowed this fall for hours. Eventually, he raised his hand and saw that it rippled the immense fractal fall and that is had agency in this space. He moved it in play around him and like a symphony of love he was with his sisters and he spent his life time there. The edges of the ripples began to harden and just as beautifully as they moved they cracked with form and a blistering red of blood and life evaporated his body and he was amongst all the dead.


Chapter Nine


His eyes opened and he felt a weight in his hand. Worried he had been gone too long and his palm would be thick of skin, he lifted it and found the red stone of the stream in his hand. It radiated with life and death and in that moment he took the stone and cracked it on a rock, frustrating the surface and trying to tease out its contents. But the rock was stronger than mountains and he knew that his physicality was no match for it. He turned back to the structure of the night and no one was there. He looked to the sky and saw it as a fading orange and pink. He looked again and saw the woman of vision and asked her, “Mother, how long was I gone for?”

She looked at his bleeding hand and the stone that he held. “It looks like long enough. We are about to die, we need you.”

He resigned and felt the ground on his toes and could feel the air of the air. He looked and saw his wife returning from the depth of the forest with Freedom and a small collection of food. They sat together and ate as a family. They boy had grown, but he was coarse and slowly losing skin. He knew then that he must bring them to the structure in the field. He took down the structures and he packed them onto his back and the woman with visions’ back and the wife carried the child and they left in the night.

They walked through the beaten fields with droplet stars providing hope and companionship as they walked. He was certain where they must go but there was also a deeply rooted secret in himself that maybe this place was only revealed by magic.

In the black distance he focused his eyes and ripped his vision through the night and he felt the hill of mountain. He told this to them but also himself, “We are close.”

They crested the hill and he looked at the mountains but they raged with sound and his body recoiled in protest. The woman with vision said, “Those mountains are for no one. Never have they been for anyone but historians and suicide seekers.” She looked at him with precision but he was being pushed back by the hammering sound.

“Son!”

He fell to a knee in disbelief and like coming out of a spell he returned to foot and looked and saw the structure of stone and wood.

“There.”

They walked across the land of dead wheat and rounded the house at the sound of rushing water and life. They abandoned eachother and sunk their faces deep into the stream, taking in all that they could. When enough time had passed they lifted themselves from the stream and turned to the structure. The man looked at where he had buried the bones, fearful to tell them of this structures fate for them if they entered, and saw it now covered fully with grass. He had now forgotten all that had happened here and they went in. The wife and the woman with visions entered the space and the man was drawn to the shotgun and shells in the corner. He fought his exhaustion and looked out the door, up at the sky. He could see the purple black of night shifting to a mixture of all the colours. He knew they had travelled a great distance. With absolute resignation he laid on the bed with his family and fell asleep.


Chapter Ten


He opened his eyes and saw light like it was the first time. He turned to his side and his wife and child were feeding together. He sat up and turned to the window and looked out at the expanse. The fields were bare soil. He turned to his wife and took in the structure that they were in. It had jugs of water, berries, and bread. He then forgot his past and went and ate.

He opened the door and, at a great distance, he saw a woman in the field. He walked to her and found her to be the woman with visions.

“How long was I asleep?”

“You were asleep for as long as you needed to be. This land is immense. The wheat is dead for now but I have hope for this place. We can live off of all that is here. You brought us towards life.”

He did not believe her but looked cautiously around the land. He knew there must be death and disease somewhere but he only found the bud of the bud of the expanse of life. With success he came home and he hugged his child and felt an extension in time through him. With time and life on his side they ate and laughed.

As the night swept in he turned to the fire in the wall and watched it move and trick his mind. He stared longer. And longer. He lost time and saw the fire across thousands of years. As the light met his senses he felt a blistering heat pulse through his body. He jumped out of the spell of the fire and found the house raging with blaze. He looked for his wife, child, and the woman with visions but could not make clear anything through fire and smoke. The straw and wood roof vanished from above, opening a portal to a crashing sun. His body bent and cracked into a circle as his senses overwhelmed his body and it wilted in the heat. He knew there was nothing he could do and let the fire sweep his body to ash.


Chapter Eleven


He opened his eyes and felt warmth, not heat, just comfort. He moved his head along the pillow and saw his wife and children. Freedom wasn’t a baby anymore but was moving through the room. The man looked at the boy as he played on the ground with rocks as people and sticks as structures. He turned his head to the child on the mother’s breast. The woman with visions came to him and said, “This is Mercy. Your daughter.”

The man began to cry and turned to his mother and asked, “Why do I lose this time? Was it years?”

“Son, you see the terrible and wonderful things in this life and beyond life. You carry with you a great storm, the storm you were born into. Just like the storm Freedom was born into. But I have seen something else growing in you, a pull to something off this world, in the land beyond the land beyond the land beyond the land.”

“I can’t live his life, this maddening hammering of time that presses me into these spaces. I didn’t ask for these spaces.”

“No child, you did not. But the storm will rage on. Take time now though, while you have it, there is much work to be done. This place is a place of life…”

Suddenly she crashed out of her body and the man could feel her vision. He turned his head away to avoid being pulled in with her. He ran outside and turned back to the structure holding his wife, two children, and the woman with visions. He so badly wanted to stay in this place, on this plane. He took to running to the top of the hill of mountain. He refused to listen to the mountains hammering and instead looked in directions he has not looked yet. He found nothing other that fields of wheat. He took to a small forest and began to collect wood.

The next day he collected rocks from the fields, larger rocks, and, one by one, he created a pile of mountains. He looked to the structure and saw his wife raising the children. She asked him to take a rest and be with his children. She then walked out into the field to see what she could collect.

The man took Mercy to his chest and looked at Freedom play with his head turned to his makeshift toys. He looked at Freedom and said they should go to the woods to look for thicker branches. He said they would cut them down into a figure. He said he was taught that when he was a boy and that he could teach him. The boy looked up at his father and for the first time saw him. They looked at eachother and the father felt shame that this was the first time his son had seen him, not necessary with vision but at a deeper level.

They went to a small forest and began collecting thick sticks and branches. The man found himself laughing with Freedom and hugging close Mercy. He looked at his children and felt happiness. He had travelled so long, had lost so much on his journey, felt so much hunger, fear, and death. But he had found a place, a place of their own. He saw forward to all the love and life that could come and he wished it into form.

When him and his children got back to the house he took his knife and began showing Freedom how to carve. He said when he got enough figures made that they would look in the ground for ochre and in the rocks to make colours to paint the figures. The boy became so excited at the thought, a thought of creating a world of his own, where the great stories, battles, and heart aches could be. The man saw the possibilities in Freedom and remembered the few moments when he was a child in the purest sense.

He wife came back from the field with a collection of food. The man gave Mercy onto her mother’s chest and they sunk into each other like sediment in a stream sets for eons after it has dried up. Love radiated and they sat as a family and began making a life.


Chapter Twelve


The man opened his eyes and as the wave of dreams washed away he felt happiness. He left the bed and looked out at the field sprouting new life. He saw Freedom out in the field collecting items. He looked back in his home and saw his wife with Mercy and the large bump emerging from his wife’s belly. He took to the field and went to Freedom and they spoke of all the things they cared about. They came back behind the house and looked at each figure the boy had created. The man looked at his son and felt proud of all he had created. He looked at a large circle, created from the base of a great elm tree, and all the beautiful patterns Freedom had created. They were so intricate and mesmerizing.

Suddenly the man felt a great pull into the disc. He saw the patterns moving and began to see how each fell in place with the next. He felt the structure of his mind on that disc. He felt everything was on that disc. He could feel time slipping out from under him and onto that disc. He resisted and fought the greatest battle in his world. Suddenly he felt a warm weight on his shoulder and could hear the sounds of Freedom.

“Dad. Dad. Dad.”

The man slipped from the disc and fell back on the ground. Looking up he saw his son standing over him in fear and concern. He looked at the boy and told him he was a creator. But with creation comes destruction and he must brace himself for that. He said you cannot escape that, that they are together, and as one gains strength, so does the other. He looked deep in Freedom’s eyes and transmitted that truth to him.

They stood up. He looked down and the boy and thanked him. Freedom wasn’t certain of what he had done but he felt relief in his father’s presence. They went inside and ate as a family and felt all the life around them.


Chapter Thirteen


Deep in the night the man awoke. He looked at the bed and felt his family. His mind turned back to the disc. He could see each pattern and feel his way around each vibrant colour, each edge, and each form. He could sense it was deep in his mind and could feel it restructuring it. He thought that he had never seen anything so beautiful or true in his life. That all of everything was on that disc and that it would rotate for infinity. He knew his son had created the great disc of time, that he was pulling from a place one can only find deep in his bones, a record of his people's’ history—their labour, frustrations, love, and time. This is a space he had heard about, passed down through time. But it came at a cost, for the ones that can go deep, that step out into the abyss and bring back form from the land below the land below the land beyond the bones, they carry a tremendous burden, the weight of histories. Of all history. The deep history of all people and life and death and time. He laid there proud of his son but fearful of what he had discovered. Like a tingly fog a memory of an two infinite planes emerged and he could sense that everything was there. Suddenly he was thrust upwards, out of sleep, and looked at his family. His wife was lying still, but her eyes were open and fixed on him. He looked in terror towards her that he lost time, but could see on her face that he had not. He laid back down and went to sleep.


Chapter Fourteen


He opened his eyes and felt a stretching of days, all his days, not lost to anyone. He looked at his children and knew they were preparing for another. He knew he could not lose time, that the woman with visions had been gone a long time but he needed her. He was not sure he could help bring in this baby alone. But he felt all the life in that belly and wished a wish for his mother to return. He looked out at the sky and could see the blue sky and the sun moving higher and higher. He wondered how long it had been summer. He wondered what this place was but as he began to lose himself to that thought he heard his wife collapse and brace for the great pain. She was in labour. He took her to the bed and they looked far into each other. As much terror as they were experiencing they smiled at each other. They are about to meet their child.

As the labour continued to develop in intensity and her screams began to take new form and he prepared Freedom and Mercy with food and water. Once they were done he placed them on the bed with their mother and they cuddle close onto her chest and took in the brunt of her pain. Her body writhed and her screams took her to an ancient place. With each scream more came into focus. She could hear the screams of her birth, she could hear the screams of her mother’s birth, and all the way down the line. She felt the joy of life but also the presence of death. She felt the danger in birth but the root of hope was patterned in her bones and she saw she was in a line of strong women. That her daughter, her daughter’s, would be too. As she screamed the scream of exhaustion and cried the tears of only women she heard a scream to match her own. The woman with visions had returned and she took her hand.

“It is time for life to come from you. You are the great creator. Your body is a world that can do mysteries untold. You are from an unbelievable line of women—the creators of the world. Be with them. Let each scream reach to them and listen to their screams returning to you. You are not alone.”

The woman with visions felt her stomach and surveyed her body. She looked at her son and said, “It is time.”

The man looked at his wife in love and pain. As she screamed the woman with visions matched her, marching on with all women. They screamed the song of creation and with a sound that cracked the ceiling and broke the structure, life crested into the world and the scream of a new woman filled the void and brought form back to the structure and the home was full with life. The woman with vision placed the child on the mother’s chest and began pressing hard on the mother’s stomach. The pain was immense but the baby rooted her to the earth and she realized she had extended the line and that all was perfect—absolute form.

The man looked at the woman with hurt but necessity for what she was doing, but turned to the new child and saw a new born baby. His heart pressed and changed and just then a new form of love emerged in his body. He looked at his wife and she said, “This is Vadoma, the knower of things.”

As the afterbirth came forth the woman with visions turned to the child to study it.

“Yes, this is Vadoma. She will see many things. She will pierce the veil of this world, a heavy burden, for there is a reason why so many things are occluded.”

The man and his mother cleaned the space and prepared everyone for rest. And with so much hope for the next day the man fell asleep.   


Chapter Fifteen


He opened his eyes and could feel the warm light casting through the room and upon his face. He turned to his side and saw Freedom in his arm, Mercy by her mother, and Vadoma on her mother’s chest. Filled with the form of life and rested he entered the day. He went out back to run his face and hands through the stream and quench his thirst. When he turned from the stream to the house he saw an immense collection of painted figures. He approached them and looked at their orientation. The figures all stood around in circles on a collection of a dozen disks. All with unique patterns, colours, and structures of the mind. He came close to one of the scenes and felt the air change and a vignette form around the scene. This was different than the others, a different future being told. He saw a towering figure staring down at 6 figures all huddled together. He transferred his mind into that moment and just as he was losing time he crashed back into his body. He looked up and saw the woman with visions standing over him.

“Why did you bring us here? What have you seen?”

“Mother, I am not sure. It is present but compressed out of perspective, like I can see a form of future but it’s form is foreign.”

“Tell me what you saw, son. What is it about this place.”

“Nothing. This is a place of life.”

“Yes, for now. I have seen many things too. Things I refuse to forget. Things that will happen. What do you see on that disc?”

“I see nothing.” Thinking and resigning. “I see death.”

“With life there is always death. We consume death to be life. We take the energy and strength from the life around us, yet someday we will return back to the greater of life and will continue through the soil, the worm, and the mushroom and back up. The Great Disc.”

“I know. But for a moment, even if it is just a moment, I wanted life and growth for my family. Is that not what everything wants? To extend out of the weeds and take in the sun?”

“I saw many things while I was gone. Things I think you have seen but constantly forget. I see you caught in the disc, rotating for infinity on this farm. Do you see what I am speaking about?”

With shame he looks down at the disc. “We can’t live and lose the way we did. I can’t live that life anymore.”

“The spell is set then. You know what is coming. A force beyond natural form. Love, laugh, and breath now, for the greatest storm will come.”

He is caught on the disc, fighting rejection to all the things she is saying.

“I love you my son. You have such strength, such insight, such beauty. You will carry a heavy burden, but if it is the disc you have chosen then take in all the splendor while it is summer. I love you deeply, son.”


Chapter Sixteen


He lifted his head after the heat of the day and work had taken its toll. He looked far into the distance and saw the house where the bud of the bud was taking hold and life was rich and time was on his side. He felt the summer and growth that comes with it. He has seen the fields produce food, he has seen the stream grow with strength, and he saw a vast sky of blue that resonated a vibrancy that was not of this world. Not the world he lived in. The sky was of a world long ago, when his people lived together, all peoples, peoples beyond counting, and they all took in life and became the great creators.

Freedom came to him and they spent hours in the field talking about the sky, the earth, and everything that moved between the two. He was teaching Freedom all that he knew and understood about the world. He taught him how to survive, how to love when there is nothing left to love, and how to escape paths of no return. He taught him about pain, a world in pain. He taught him how to channel that pain through his body, through the ancient spaces in his bones that carried all the knowledge he would need to know. He worked daily with him on how to bridge into that world, warning him, however, of the great cost it can come at.

“You can get lost in those worlds. The world beyond the world. The world of all your ancestors. Up in the sky and close to the ground. Closer than comfort will allow. Do you understand?”

“Father, who am I making all of this for? All of these figures? Why am I pulled into the void and how am I able to pull form from it?”

“You were born in a great storm. I will never forget that night. The wind raged, the rain consumed, and the lighting blistered like the surface of the sun. It was the most unbelievable thing I have ever seen.”

“I didn’t ask for that storm. Dad, I see so much, I see things to come just as clearly as I see all that was.”

He braced Freedom. “This is the greatest burden I could share. I carried it, my mother carried it, but now it is your turn. I am sorry for this, son.”

“Where is everyone in this world?”

“In my life there has been many people, both good and bad. I don’t know why there has been no one over these years. All the friends I ever had are gone. I felt death when I came to this place, but from death comes new life. I think we have passed onto a plane of new life, a garden all our own. I don’t know why we got this place and why no one else has come to take it. That is the world that I knew, that I grew up in, and that your mother and I travelled through. But the beating drums of war have not noticed this place. Son, you will meet people someday. But people are weak. They allow the worst to guide them because they prey on all their fears, the fears of what they do not understand. You know of what I speak. These following people who don’t have access to their deep pasts and that fog blocks their futures. The world balanced these makers of death with creators, the two are forever together. The creators are seerers. There have been many great seers in the past. People that practiced and developed their souls to open a portal into themselves that reveals everything. Within you there is all that you will ever need to know, but the people out there can’t see it. They keep living the same lives over and over again making a wretched stew of mistake, regret, and suffering. The wicked live off this stew. They will drive the world mad, ripping it apart. But with all this destruction and death can be the compost on which we heat, churn, and revel at the birth of new life that can forge new histories and futures. Nothing is written forever, and son, you are here for a reason. I will help you, guide you as best as I know how, but it will ultimately be up to you if you can take on strength to snap the cycle, leave the disc, and make the next great leap for all people. It is then that you will meet new people.”

The boy, overwhelmed with a layer of tears, rested on his father’s shoulders. He held him like a father holds their child for the last time. They brace for the unimaginable.


Chapter Seventeen


Many years past. The summer had continued straight through and the land had taken on so much life. Life on life on life. It was an Eden of sorts. A place without time. A world in a world. The man finished his days work and came into the home. Freedom, Mercy, Vadoma the knower, and Lash the warrior sat with their mother and the woman with visions cooked. While his body was tired he took absolute pleasure in all of his life. His wife, the creator of all this, has become the woman of strength. He power and beauty would have rocked the ancient world. He wished his sisters could have been with him. If only they could have held on, or, deeper, if he had only been faster in his seeking trails.

He forgets that thought and returns to the room and his family. They have taken in so much splendor, life, and happiness. He felt they were untouchable. Like they had crossed over and that the future told could not be true with all this love and life. The man worked hard to teach his children, hold them, and love love. But as all of this flourished a shadow presence was taking form at the greatest distance a mind could conceive. He ached in his bones and spoiled beautiful moments, but the man fought the greatest battle of his life against destiny which hung in the room. He fought to keep it at bay and allow a space for life to break through and truly be free. He felt this in his bones.

He had no break in time over this period. He had almost forgotten the terrible visions and their weight had less and less influence on each moment. He actually started to believe he might be free. That his family was free from fate. These ideas circled in his mind each day as he worked. Over and over and over and over again he fought to believe this new truth he was willing into existence. However, he felt the gaze of the woman with visions. She could see in his eyes as to what he was trying to accomplish. To do the unimaginable. To make his own disc that would rotate for infinity. With just him, the woman with visions, the woman of strength, Freedom, Mercy, Vadoma the knower, and Lash the warrior. He spoke daily to Freedom about his discs and the figures he was creating, but he felt the boy was coming to know something that he didn’t want him to know. That he was shutting part of his world from his father. The man looked at the boy with destiny over his shoulder and ached exposed on its influence on the boy. His love for the boy was being extended, for he knew a great day was coming, where Freedom was on the line and everyone would stand with him.

The man started to lose his mind to confusion on all these thoughts. On the combats with destiny and time. With freedom and secret imprisonment. A tear formed in him, one he felt but was not sure of what it meant. He felt the woman with visions gaze on him. He began to hate her. The more he combatted the more she watched in disbelief. This weighed on him but he struggled to take in all the pleasure that this moment with family, land, and life was providing. And just as he did every night, his family all laid down and created a line on the bed and they slept the deepest sleep they all needed.


Chapter Eighteen


He opened his eyes and felt the warm air cast with yellow light. He looked and he was alone in the structure. He laid on his back and looked at the ceiling—moving his eyes from one straw to the next as they knotted and weaved to make the larger whole. With a breathe he saw the air move in the space, streams of turbulence moving from his mouth and filling every corner of the room. He felt the air lift him from the bed and carry him in her arms. Quickly he felt the air coursing through him like he was made of porous fabric, and just then he became a column of air, one with his breath. He saw the air passing out him and swirling around the room and just as easily he saw the gust of air pulled into his body tugging on every crack in the room. The rigidity of his body was lost and he didn’t live or die, he just floated. Soon he lost his care for this world and was taken up by the air and scattered across the land.


Chapter Nineteen


His eyes opened and blue light cast across his face and the air had a sting to it, a sting he felt from another life. He reached beside him for his wife but no one was there. He took to the door and as it cracked open so did a vengeful gust of air—a cold that cut through his summer clothes. He left the house and looked at the land and the fields and trees took on the colour temperature of storm. He looked to the sky and saw clouds that raged with magical fluid dynamics. A front of clouds stretching upwards for miles had blocked the sun and made all those on the ground forget its form and warmth. He turned his back to the coming storm and looked for his family. He knew then he was alone in this world and he turned back to the storm in fooled strength. The storm had been cast and the air seemed to be lifting everything upwards like the storm was taking in a great breath and the world would end up in the clouds. The man ran behind the house and saw all of Freedom’s figures suspended between the air and ground. He looked at the stream and the water took on weightlessness and formed large droplets moving in the air. He walked into the field of droplets and saw all the rocks of the riverbed take on a blood red that was outside of vision. He could feel his body losing weight and his firmness on the ground was being tested. He looked around and bits of the earth—dirt, leaves, grass—had all risen from the ground and moved in the air. The trees started to crack, a crack across time and it defened the man and all hope he had of survival. Suddenly the air went quiet and everything remained suspended like a crystal ball. He looked around in beauty and horror and braced himself. Then, all at once the entire cosmos collapsed down from the sky and everything came crashing down to the earth along with an ocean from the clouds. He felt his body compressed to the ground as every bit of earth and water pressed him into the eons. He had nowhere to go and no strength to match this weight and he resigned to his death.


Chapter Twenty


He opened his eyes and the woman with visions was sitting next to him on his bed. He ached exposed at her gaze but she looked at him like a mother looks at her child. She braced him.

“What have I missed?”

“Summer is over, my son. The air has shifted and the fields and trees have become rigid and bursting with colour. Colours that I have never seen.”     

“The summer is over and we must prepare for a winter.”

“While you were gone we prepared as best we could. You taught Freedom so much, he is becoming an exceptional man. All of your children have grown in ways I can’t express.”

The man stood and went to the door, opened it, and felt the sting in the air. He took more of his clothes and piled on layers and went out to be with his family. He found all four children playing with their mother and he sensed their happiness in the face of what was to come. He had never been to this place and did not know what this winter was casting on his world. He found a cellar dug by the house, deep into the ground, and saw it half full of all kinds of foods. He began inspecting the house from all angles, testing its strength and filling holes with straw and mud. They would need to hold onto as much heat as possible.

He went to his wife and she looked deep into him with relief that he had returned. She said they needed more wood to heat this winter and so he took the axe and went to work in the treed area. As he chopped and the trees fell they released a piercing crack that rocked him back into another world where the earth had been sucked up and crashed back down with all the content of the sky and cosmos. He fell back a foot at the thought, a memory rooted long into his bones, but one that was from another life. But it rattled in his body, creating all the sensations a body can make to let one know something is happening. Sensations of terror with happiness, anger and love, and all the things that have been felt through time.

He cast himself out of that spell and continued to work, yet each crack was met with a bodily response. He wasn't sure how to understand what was happening in his body but he resigned and opened himself to it. It coursed through him like he was standing chest deep in a river. He took in the presentation of this flow, opening his mind and body to this experience as he remembered all that he had experienced in this world and all the others. Soon the flow continued to gain force and any footing he had on the river bed was slipping and he was taken down the stream of thought that hung with life and death.

“Dad. Dad. Dad.”

The man opened his eyes to find Mercy standing beside him. She took his hand and looked into his eyes.

“Dad, just hold my hand. Feel its fold and fissures. Feel the warmth and air coursing through it. Feel that I am here. I am here with you. It is just me and you. There is no thought we can’t stand together with.”

The man saw his daughter in a way he had never seen her before and felt the love that has been passed down through the ages. The great presence of love that one can wait their whole life for.

“You are remarkable. You take my breath.”

“We take each other's breath, back and forth.”

The man stood with his daughter and they breathed together and soon they became one with their breath, like a column of air. They could feel the air deep in their lungs, they could feel it flowing outwards to every tip of their bodies and just then they disappeared and became a joint column of air. The man had lost all thought of the memories that were rushing and carrying his world away and he felt absolute peace.


Chapter Twenty One


The man opened his eyes and a deep peace was washing across him. He had no fears or confusion over his memories. He looked at the light casting in the room and it was a deep blue-violet. He removed the coarse layered sheets, looked at the still burning fire, and moved to the door. The sun was sitting low in the sky and was creating a vibrant gradation of colour that went across the spectrum and outside of vision. He stared at the sun, studying its path and could see that it had peaked. Winter was here. He walked out and saw his son Lash playing with sticks as swords. The man picked up one and they began to play war. The swords clapped and cracked and the man and his son were playing with joy. Lash’s stick broke after a hard swing and he looked at the small stick left in his hand and he surged towards his father, grabbing him around the waist and tried to throw him to the ground. The man laughed with the boy and fell to the browned earth and they rolled tight in a wrestle. Lash fell to the side and hugged close to his dad. The man felt his boy and his need for a father.

“Lash, I am sorry I have missed so much of your life.”

“Dad, I know, but I am strong, I can fend off all our foes. Someday I will fight in a great battle. To die in a great battle for the love of my family and home.”

“How are you thinking about this future? You don’t know war. You only know this place.”

“I know. And maybe I will never be in the battle I hoped for, but I feel a thousand battles in my past. Blood, pain, rotting, and all the horrible things people can do to each other.”

“Why do you wish for something so terrible.”

“I feel it as part of a larger journey. A journey trenched in the ground, winding its way to peace.”

The man thought of what his son said and was caught by words he never even knew his son could speak. He felt then that his son was not of this place, that maybe he was meant for some far off kingdom with men, kings, and gods all locked and fighting for position. Fighting the greatest battle: the dream of peace for their family. Not glory, just rest and life. He thought that he had never been in a battle, at least the ones between the sky and the ground, and he wondered how the boy was remembering all these thoughts.

The man started remembering his time in the woods with Mercy and could feel the current building. He looked at Lash and could see that he was spared this fate, this burden and that he was destined for something far further than the man could remember. He then thought to his family leaving, going far into the distant places in this world and forgetting the wonder of this place. But comfort took him over and he was not bothered. He was grateful for his long summer watching his family grow full of life.

As they laid on their backs Lash took a handful of dead straw and dirt and threw it in the air. It spread into the air and at the peak of its accent it froze and hung above them in a wondrous collection of all that they had built their lives on. They both laid there transfixed on this magic. The man looked at Lash to see if his experience was matching with his and he saw his son caught in the spell, seeing a side of the world he had never had access to. The man looked back at the heavenly array of matter and took pleasure that he was sharing this with his son.


Chapter Twenty Two


Months past. The winter was relentless and painful. It blanketed the land in glimmering snow, snow with diamond speculars and shine. It covered the trees with feet of untouched snow. Most of the snow in this land was untouched as it was too cold to explore and there were no other people or animals to be found. The stream in the back had frozen over in the most marvellous way. As the top would freeze the current would not run under it but would rush on top of the frozen stream, then freezing itself. It became a mountainous sculpture like a wave frozen in the instant before it could come crashing down. The man would spend his mid-days hammering away at the ice stream trying to find a vein of a current to pull water from. Their lives had changed from splendour, growth, and life to hours waiting for survival.

The wasn’t the man’s, the woman of strength’s, or the woman with vision’s first winter, but it was the children’s first. They had not known the long nights of waiting, struggling, and surviving. Yet these children were strong and they adapted as best they could to the conditions.

The next day they all awoke to a bright light. The man looked out the door and saw a blistering white sky, from one edge of the world to the next. In the sky were thick bundles of snowflakes descending from the sky like a feather falling—slowly and captivating. The family came outside to see this wondrous vision where the pull of the earth that kept them rooted did not apply to these flakes of snow. The sound travelling in the air was damped and it was like each of them was given a sensorial presentation that was unique to them alone. The children all opened their mouths to accept these flakes onto their tongues and for the first time in months that family was happy with play and joy. They all ran around the untouched field and played in the snow. The man and his wife laid down in the snow and watched the slow hypnotic fall of flakes.

The woman with visions was even taken by this moment and ran with the children and had happiness throughout her body. The kids played, through snow at each other, rolled around wrestling, and laughing a laughter of layers.

The man looked out at all this wonder, the wonder of nature, his family, and this place. It offered up a moment of relief from the pain of this winter. He went to the back of the house to find water at the stream. When he rounded the house he saw Freedom’s immense collection of figures covered in snow, all but one. It was the disc with the large figure standing over 6 others. It was the disc that he started losing time to before. With its lack of snow build up, he thought Freedom must be playing with this one over the winter. Why was he playing with this one? What did he see in it? It raged with violence and domination. Yet the pattern was playing a trick on the man’s mind. He was caught by the vibrant colour and the patterns that moved between and around each other, weaving and knotting a place in the structure of the man’s mind. He could feel the patterns restructuring his mind, bringing him to a place he had no desire to go to, but one that he now sensed was his destiny. He began to lose time and forgot the snow that was accumulating on his shoulders and head. He was transfixed and the disc was doing its work on him. His eyes pulled closer and closer to the grooves and knots in the disc. A howl, like an animal of the mind that was a collection of all animals, came forth quietly, almost out of sound. He stared longer and the howling built, entering audible sound and he became terrified. His eyes continued to pull closer and closer and he could see through the grains in the wood and beyond the colours that covered them. He could see the objects outside of vision that made up the wooden disc. The howling built to a deafening level and the sense of overwhelming terror was taking over. His eyes continued to move in and the sound only ripped harder bypassing sound for the ears and tearing away at his mind.

“Dad. Dad. Dad”

The man cracked back into his body and looked to his side. Vadoma the knower was standing next to him with her hand on his shoulder. She looked deep into his eyes, studying the structure of his mind.

“Dad, you don’t have to live that destiny on the disc. I know it in my bones.”

“Child, I don’t understand what is happening to me.”

They looked each other deep in their eyes. She could see fear and confusion in his eyes and beyond. She could see his future but she could also see multiple futures.

“Dad, each moment brings infinite possible futures into existence. And each of those futures brings infinite possibilities with each of them. This goes on and on. There is a future on this disc that catches you, but there are infinite others that you can grab onto as well.”

“I don’t understand. How can you know these things?”

“I spend time with your mother, learning from her. She says she saw it in me when I was born, that I would see things, know things and that’s where I got my name from. She has guided me on this journey. I see the storm raging in you. I see the time you lose. The terror of those worlds you enter into. I see all the things you see while there and I see all the things you have forgotten. I also see that you are starting to remember. My grandmother has told me about this. She calls it anamnesis. A process of deep remembering. Some say it is remembering another life. Some think it is the remember of absolute form free of all the good and bad in this world. I can’t tell you if it is good or bad to remember all the things in your bones, it can rip apart a mind. However, you seem to open yourself to these experiences and let the current sweep you. You go on deep journeys, journeys beyond time and you see all the wonder and terror there is in this world and beyond. Grandmother says you have access to this because you were born in a great storm and that storm has stayed within you your whole life.”

“I know. It is something I feel deep shame about.”

“Don’t be shameful. You were marked at birth. It is not your fault. In a different world and at a different time this would be wondrous. You are wondrous.”

The man looked at his daughter and for the first time he truly saw her. He looked deep in her eyes and could see that her vision has seen his futures but he could only see one. He looked at her with hope and love and wonder. But there was a side of him that was sad that she saw him so clearly. He looked back at the disc with the towering figure and the small figures.

“Dad. Don’t be bothered by that future. Wish for others like you wished this Eden for us.”

“I don’t know if we will survive this winter.”

“You are not alone, we are all here. Remember that.”

The man hugged his daughter like it was the last time they would ever hold each other. He began to cry but the tears stuck to his face and stung. Vadoma held him tighter. The tears began to build like the stream beside them. He lowered his head into her shoulder and held for her eons.


Chapter Twenty Three


He opened his eyes and felt the coarse blankets piled on him. He looked to his side and saw his family all laying there, awake but silent. He looked at the fire on the other side of the room and saw the woman with visions covered in blankets and tending to the fire. They have spent months tightly bound together as the winter piled heavier and heavier onto their world. The man stayed in bed and talked to his mother.

“Do we need more wood?”

“Yes, very soon, but the winter is locking this world in place. I don’t know how much success you would have today. But if this biting cold doesn’t lift we will be forced to fight our way to the woods.”

“But what if it only gets colder? We don’t know the structure of this winter, when it peaks, or how long it will remain. Have you seen how long this will continue for? Will it be years like the summer was?”

“The cold has crystalized the future and I can’t see through the cracks and fissures in the ice. I am hoping a deep hope that the magic of this place will spare us. It might push us to the brink but I hope the deepest of hopes that it will give us space to live again.”

The man looked back at his family as they all laid in silence, the great silence of winter. He felt the cold had not peaked yet, that there was more to come and this day will be the best day to collect wood for a long while. He layered his clothes and decided to push out, collect all his body could and return.

“Son, don’t lose time. Don’t let the currents take you. Don’t resign. You must come home.”

The man looked at Mercy and she looked at him. He saw her take a deep breath and exhale it. Still looking at her, he took the deepest breath his lungs could hold and exhaled it, giving it back to the room. He remembered all he had learnt from her and that he would return to them.

The man opened the door for the first time in a month and worked his way through the untouched snow. It was past his waist and the cold was stinging him, making each step more difficult than the last. The sun was low in the sky with thin clouds casting light in all directions. The air was a cool blue, almost like the heavens had frozen as well. He looked at the sun and saw its fire burning, a cooled yellow breaking through the clouds, but its time was not enough to heat anything. It was like the sun was forgetting this world.

He marched forward and saw the treeline in the distance but he found himself in great pain. He stopped moving to see if her could get some warmth to his legs before continuing on. As soon as he did, however, he realized this was the end. That there was no warmth to be had anywhere in this world.

He looked at his legs and fought with all of his will to break from this frozen place but it was no use. He looked at his legs and could see there was no use to having them anymore. Suddenly he felt a deep pull towards the ground. He looked up and saw the sun looming large on the horizon. It was closer. He felt a pull to something far past the ground of the earth, to a place further than a mind could imagine. He felt the sun being pulled there but he also felt himself being pulled with it but the strength of the dirt and ice was holding him in place. The sun’s brightness was overwhelming the sky and it burst the sky out of colour and turned it into absolute white. The man felt the pull down to the place unknown, a place of a million suns, and his frozen body was starting to crack at the pressure. A shaft of ice began to creep up his legs from the ground and they lost opacity and became clear as ice. Suddenly they released the sound of a glacier falling and he shattered into pieces and was ripped into the ground towards the heavy presence in a far away world.


Chapter Twenty Four


“Dad. Dad. Dad”

He opened his eyes to Mercy.

“Dad, look at me. Breath with my breathe.”

He inhaled but the air was so cold it cut his lungs.

“Feel the pain of the cold, there is no fighting it, but keep breathing. In with me and out with me.”

The man looked up at his daughter as she craddled his head. He had no strength to move his body but he worked to breathe with her. He loved her so deeply.

“Inwards and outwards.”

The frost on his face was building and there was no moisture for tears but he felt it all locked away in this frozen body.

“Dad, stay with me. Please just look at me and stay with me.”

He heard a muffled walk on the snow and saw the woman with visions standing over him.

“Son, you did all you could but there is no fighting this kind of winter. We have to get you home.”

The two of them lifted his body onto a blanket and the two of them pulled the heaviest weight they could and brought him back to the home.

They put him by the fire and covered him with everything they could. He stared at the fire and accepted its heat. He felt ashamed that he couldn’t bring back any wood. Love hung in this house but so did life and death and death was only gaining strength.


Chapter Twenty Five


He opened his eyes.    

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