“You deal with your mind, with your feeling, you focus on the burning light, you become dead to your physical environment , you become alive to the spirit world, focus on the flame…”
Allen was totally submerged in Stephen Shaw’s psychic lectures. With focused attention he gazed at the candle in front of him and did as was instructed by Stephen. He could really something in him, it was coming, coming, and oops , spoilt as a familiar voice whispered in his ears, it was Kimball , saying they should go home, she was feeling uncomfortable and scared. With a sullen face, Allen stood up from the mat were he sat, durst his buttocks free and sauntered off the room while furious and angry faces stared at them for disturbing their own meditation . Kimball made a wave of apology at the crew and an angry Stephen then held Allen’s hand as they made for the door.
“Oh, gush, i was almost scared to the death , back in there. We are really practicing witchcraft , don’t you think so?” Kimball was saying as they got out of the room.
Allen tried to cheer up a little.
“Oh no, i don’t think so, it was merely a trance or a vision, it could be anything but not witchcraft. ” He replied half-angrily.
“You wanted to remain in there, right?” Kimball asked.
“Mee…em..well since you wanted …”
“You just have to be open to yourself… Go in there if you are interested, sorry for disturbing you, I’d run along” Kimball said curtly and walked away.
“Noo, i want to go home, i don’t want to be in there, am scared too” Allen said in contradiction to what he really wished to say.
“Sometimes i just don’t know if you know you what you want.”
“I do, i know what i want”
Ok, so how’s your STRICT granny?” Kimball asked, stressing the word ‘strict’, a little grin kit up her face.
“Strict? He’s not strict and oh, he’s fine, and how’s your mum?” Allen replied looking concerned.
“She’s cool, but not ‘strict’ like your granny” She replied broading the smile.
“Hey! Come on Kim, don’t say that again”
“And if i do?” She was now visibly amused.
“I would beat you up, you’ve never seen me got angry before , have you?” Allen’s face was set for a little kid-play, and Kimball was ready for that too, so she yelled “Your granny is very very strict boy!!” Cleverly Putting a distance between her and Allen.
“Ok you got it, you just won a full beating treat for yourself, come claim it or no I’d rather deliver it myself” With that he dashed off after her and the hot chase began.
Shrieking bouts of laughter erupted from the excited Kimball as Allen was in hot pursuit like an angry bee.
Kimball ran towards the play-ground next to the Citadel of Mercy Church, while Allen ran behind. Then there was a thick smoke, Allen couldnt find Kimball anymore, even her bouts of laughter seized, neither could she find Allen. From were Allen stood, at the back of the church overlooking the play-ground, he saw a figure advancing towards him, but this was not Kimball , he tried to place the figure, but found no resemblance with anyone he knew, except for a slight identical body build features the figure shared with Grandpa. The advancing figure was a stone throw away when Kimball stumbled in with a start. The surge of fear through her veins shook her from head to toe. The figure disappeared at once and the duo ran hand in hand till they got to the shopping stall centre where people thronged each other with blaring from angry speakers.
Kimball caught her breath slowly.
“Al, what was that over there, did you see the figure?” She asked amidst large intake of air.
Allen who was still frightened managed to speak “Yea, i saw him”
“Am so scared, and the smoke! How the hell did that happen?” She cried out.
“I don’t know Kim, am scared too”
“Lets find our way home Al, we would talk about this next time”
Between shops and people they shuffled their way home keeping away from the dark and lonely places, while right in the middle of the crossroads stood the figure of Aragon grinning menacingly at them.
To Be Continued…
Allen was totally submerged in Stephen Shaw’s psychic lectures. With focused attention he gazed at the candle in front of him and did as was instructed by Stephen. He could really something in him, it was coming, coming, and oops , spoilt as a familiar voice whispered in his ears, it was Kimball , saying they should go home, she was feeling uncomfortable and scared. With a sullen face, Allen stood up from the mat were he sat, durst his buttocks free and sauntered off the room while furious and angry faces stared at them for disturbing their own meditation . Kimball made a wave of apology at the crew and an angry Stephen then held Allen’s hand as they made for the door.
“Oh, gush, i was almost scared to the death , back in there. We are really practicing witchcraft , don’t you think so?” Kimball was saying as they got out of the room.
Allen tried to cheer up a little.
“Oh no, i don’t think so, it was merely a trance or a vision, it could be anything but not witchcraft. ” He replied half-angrily.
“You wanted to remain in there, right?” Kimball asked.
“Mee…em..well since you wanted …”
“You just have to be open to yourself… Go in there if you are interested, sorry for disturbing you, I’d run along” Kimball said curtly and walked away.
“Noo, i want to go home, i don’t want to be in there, am scared too” Allen said in contradiction to what he really wished to say.
“Sometimes i just don’t know if you know you what you want.”
“I do, i know what i want”
Ok, so how’s your STRICT granny?” Kimball asked, stressing the word ‘strict’, a little grin kit up her face.
“Strict? He’s not strict and oh, he’s fine, and how’s your mum?” Allen replied looking concerned.
“She’s cool, but not ‘strict’ like your granny” She replied broading the smile.
“Hey! Come on Kim, don’t say that again”
“And if i do?” She was now visibly amused.
“I would beat you up, you’ve never seen me got angry before , have you?” Allen’s face was set for a little kid-play, and Kimball was ready for that too, so she yelled “Your granny is very very strict boy!!” Cleverly Putting a distance between her and Allen.
“Ok you got it, you just won a full beating treat for yourself, come claim it or no I’d rather deliver it myself” With that he dashed off after her and the hot chase began.
Shrieking bouts of laughter erupted from the excited Kimball as Allen was in hot pursuit like an angry bee.
Kimball ran towards the play-ground next to the Citadel of Mercy Church, while Allen ran behind. Then there was a thick smoke, Allen couldnt find Kimball anymore, even her bouts of laughter seized, neither could she find Allen. From were Allen stood, at the back of the church overlooking the play-ground, he saw a figure advancing towards him, but this was not Kimball , he tried to place the figure, but found no resemblance with anyone he knew, except for a slight identical body build features the figure shared with Grandpa. The advancing figure was a stone throw away when Kimball stumbled in with a start. The surge of fear through her veins shook her from head to toe. The figure disappeared at once and the duo ran hand in hand till they got to the shopping stall centre where people thronged each other with blaring from angry speakers.
Kimball caught her breath slowly.
“Al, what was that over there, did you see the figure?” She asked amidst large intake of air.
Allen who was still frightened managed to speak “Yea, i saw him”
“Am so scared, and the smoke! How the hell did that happen?” She cried out.
“I don’t know Kim, am scared too”
“Lets find our way home Al, we would talk about this next time”
Between shops and people they shuffled their way home keeping away from the dark and lonely places, while right in the middle of the crossroads stood the figure of Aragon grinning menacingly at them.
To Be Continued…
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