Bond Of My Ancient Powers And Controls

The night air hung heavy with the rich scents of pine and earth as I found myself in the middle of a vast forest, the tall trees rising like ancient sentinels above me. The moon was hanging low in the night sky, the full rounded shape shining with brilliant spherical luminosity. A distant howl echoed through the woods, an eerie call of a wolf filling my with dread. I had no idea how I came to be alone in the wilderness but some primal instinct within me was pulling me forward; it was as if the forest were calling my name. My feet moved of their own will, drawing me deeper into the woods. The way ahead of me was covered by a thick canopy of leaves, a little more is visible but I felt an unrelenting instinct to follow. As I walked, the trees began closing angles into enclosing their limbs twisting and intertwining like the gnarled fingers of an ancient being. Shadows roamed in the light of the moon creating odd shapes that danced at the very edge of my sight. I felt something or someone was watching me from the darkness. It didn’t feel malevolent but instead something ancient and powerful like it had been waiting an eternity for me. I knew I should have feared this realization but oddly enough it was not fear but a strange calm I felt like I was finally finding the place I belonged. Eventually the angle opened into a small clearing. The ground was soft moss and the air cooled as I stepped into the clearing. In the center was a large stone, smooth and glittering in the glow of the moon light which drew me in like a magnet and my heart was racing as I approached. I reached out and placed my palm against the stone and an acute jolt of energy shot through my body. The feeling was out-of-this-world, akin to an electric shock that gripped every nerve in my body. My heart began to race and I could feel the pulse of the earth beneath my feet following the necessary cadence of my thumping heart. A celestial shimmer danced in the air around me. As I struggled to adjust my breathing while closing my eyes, the sensation erupted to nearly dizzying proportions; visual images popped up behind my eyelids, inducing an almost hypnotic state of mind. The flashing pictures showed wolves running in the thick leafy underbrush and their fur was moving like silky wind, a woman with long auburn hair standing on the cliff, arms stretched, caressing the moonlight with figurative thin fingers and a pack of wolves standing guard over a small girl with wide open eyes taken by the white light around their faces. The hallucinations were so vivid, animated and real, I could have reached out and touched the scenes before me. The images disappeared just as fast as they came; upon opening my eyes, I found myself alone in the clearing again. The electrifying pull or gravitational wave, that overtook my body began to lighten its stove-like pressure. The trance-like replacement was a warm weight inside my chest that lingered for what felt like hours. Through my blinks and shallow breathing, I grew woozy and disoriented as one typically would outside of a deep night's rest. The stone was cold on my fingertips and very smooth to the touch. Before I could fully compute what had happened, there was a small noise like soft footsteps behind me. As cliché as it sounds, I could feel another's presence. These sounds were barely audible but sound travels and my heightened senses were sharpening. I spun around slowly as heart flutters quickened my pulse. At the far side of the clearing, a silhouette loomed, striking and powerful, yet menacingly draped in dark. With one strong stride, that solitude was confronted with a movement revealing a man in the moonlight, reviled and radiating a confidence that made my breath perish in my throat. “You shouldn’t be here” The man spoke, his voice low and graveling, vaguely familiar, possessing the tone of someone who breathed countless experience and witnessed broad challenges but still stood undeterred. I sought to say something but the articulation refused me trust until I nearly made no sound. The man approached forward once more, his eyes fixed on mine with an intensity that made me feel he could see the very bottom of my soul. The rigidity eventually ease. The man continued. “This is no place for safely, I mean it. Get away before it is too late” he said. I wish I could speak. Stop. Demand. But before I could, the ground began to violently tremble as if it was threatened. The air thickened, darkened, felt like weights on my chest and what was once a soothing tranquility now sounded like a thousand souls shrieking. The man’s eyes widened and he reached to me, hand extended. “Come with me!” He screamed at the discord but dread washed over his pleas. And before I could move the ground beneath gave me and plunged me into darkness. The man’s outstretched hand became more and more distant until it was nothing but a little flicker of light in the far expanse of the dark emptiness. Then everything went silent. I sat up in bed gasping for air, drenched in sweat, my heart racing like I had just finished running a marathon. I sat up in bed, gasping for breath and finding my eyes wide open. The room was dark and the only light was the faint cool light from the moon illuminating the outside of my window. For a second I did not know where I was. The relentless clarity of the dream had left me spinning. But as my eyes adjusted to cool dark, I began to know I was in the context of my current life. The whirring hum of the fan above and faint waft of lavender candle were familiar, comforting in their inevitability. Yet still something was so unbelievably off. I ran my fingers through my dripping hair attempting to shake the racing thoughts in my mind. That dream felt too genuine, too terribly honest to not hold some grounding in reality. The forest, the stone, the man with the blue glowing eye returned to my thoughts like ghosts chasing me down at dark. I pushed my legs over the edge of my bed and stood up the ground feeling very unsteady as I shifted my weight. I walked to the window looking outside into the night. The moon was full and even more so tonight was breathing an ominous light over the still landscape. Even though I have always felt a connection, an inexplicable pull towards the moon, tonight she looked different. Bigger, stirring an ominous energy resembling a beast observing prey waiting for some moment to strike. Desperately, I shook my head to rid myself of the feeling that wouldn't permeate. Just a dream, I thought, nothing more. But even as I tried to lie to myself, I realized that was a total fabrication. It had all felt like a warning, a premonition about something sinister, dark and malfeasant setting in danger. I pushed away from the window and headed for the bathroom; we splash cold water on our necks in order to help wash off these experiences. I paused as I washed my face and stole a glance into the steam-misted mirror. Something caught my eye, it wasn't easy to comprehend but the normal shallow hazel of my pupils seemed to emit even tiny pinpoints of glimmering light. I stepped cautiously closer to the mirror; my breath fogging the glass as I began to absorb my own image once again. But as suddenly as that glow arrived, it dimmed and left me unsure even if I conjured it. I sighed and chalked it up to the frustration of missing sleep. Nonetheless, I had a nagging sense that the dream was trying to convey something to me, that I possessed a piece but the larger puzzle wasn't yet revealed. What am I supposed to do with this now? How do we understand that odd disturbance? I crawled back into bed, hoping to erase my troublesome thoughts and told myself that rest or sleep was the next step in recovering from this strange ordeal. Of course, as I lay and stared to my ceiling, I recognized sleep wouldn't be easy. The dream left me feeling colder because sleep was a precursor to something that was now awaken from a long dormant sleep and thus, now, with it spun from such a long rest, who knew what was next for my mind? My eyelids drifted together as I called for calm the hurricane of emotions thrum-vibing inside me. I had no clue what the next day would bring but something told me it would alter the trajectory of my life. The rush of kicking it cold next into sleep pulled me from questioning the future but I do recall one image remaining with me; the man with mesmerizing, glowing blue eyes, that man with a quiet, ghostly reminder it was merely the beginning.