posted on Jul, 5 2009 @ 07:13 PM
“….and he hovered above my body for at least 30 seconds or more while I lay there paralyzed,….I was trying to tell my body to move and breath
but it wouldn't,….it wouldn’t budge at all,…I heard it’s foreign language rapidly chatting and rattling against my Ear Drums….I,….I just
wanted to go back to sleep…” a single tear rolls down her face. “It’s OK Denise, see, you’re fine now” Counselor Joycelen softly pats her
on the back and turns her attention to the young man with his chair propped against the wall. “Adam, do you believe in the Paranormal? Or have you
an Experience to share with the group?”
Adam holds his head down and fiddles with his Indigos Civilized Enlightenment brochure. “Everything’s OK Adam, You can tell us.” Counselor
Joycelen encourages him to talk. He lets go of the air in his mouth directing it toward his forehead, it ripples through the smooth bronze hair
sitting just above his eyebrows. “Actually I have, I can dematerialize…”
“WAIT !” Glawst shouts “Wait, Just stop right there I want my deposit back! Give me my Money back Right NOW, this is a load of Horse manure if
I’ve ever stepped in any, there’s no Incontrovertible, Scientific, Peer Reviewed proof documenting the existence of Demons, Ghosts, Ghouls,
Goblins, and Spooks, or any Evidence suggesting that ‘humans’ can willfully dematerialize” Glawst stares into Adams eyes pointing a thumb at his
face. “You people are a lying bunch of schizophrenics and YOU Lady are a Con Artist. I want OUT!” Glawst makes his way out of the room. “Mr.
Glawst Please reconsider our agenda here at ICE, we’re striving for the Civilized Enlightenment of all mankind, Indigo or not, if these disturbances
are allowed to fester an untold number of Men and Women may soon vanish in this New Age.” Counselor Joycelen holds out a firm open hand at Glawst as
he turns around. She nods her head in a Persuadable manner gesturing for him to stay.
“I Decline” Glawst shreds the ICE brochure into little pieces in front of Joycelen and throws the fragments at her feet. He whips his gray wool
coat over his shoulders and slides a hand over the three black strings of hair loosely covering his bald head. The slinky fellow snatches the matching
wool cap off of the hat rack and heads for the exit slamming an ICE glass door behind him. Counselor Joycelen collects the small particles of pamphlet
laying between the golden clay tiles and Meeting room carpet. A brief moment of hatred raises her blood pressure but she tames herself and regains her
cool composure, this hate she says to herself is owed to the night. In the back of her mind she despises the Useless Nonbelievers. “Do you need any
help Joycelen?” an ICE member asks. “NO” she runs her fingers over the pile of scraps while calmly walking into the center of the meeting room
holding up her results like a trophy. The group gasps.
“You can heal paper?” Adam says. “Oh, I can do much, much, more than this, but it’s not my place to show off in this hour, Now where were we
Adam?” Counselor Joycelen points to her new subject with one arm extended, the other is folded against her chest. The group quiets down as the
Counselor takes her seat, all eyes focus on Adam. “Well, I’ll tell you all what I can’t do. I don’t know how to put shredded paper back
together.” Adam says. The group bursts into laughter, an Antique Grandfather Clock sitting in the Lobby begins to chime 6:00 pm. “We’re about
out of time here..” the Counselor says aloud, These are the last Indigos but not the least in this city to be trained and nights falling upon us,
the others are about to fall asleep she’s thinking to herself with a slight grin on her face. “Alright I’ll tell you what” Counselor Joycelen
stands up and walks behind her chair, she bends over the plush cherry colored backrest and folds her arms on the top. “Now, all of you, Pay Close
Attention,”
The Icy Shadow
“How did the meeting go Glawst?” a voice says over the Phone. “I’ve alerted the proper authorities via Channel 12 News, I’m typing up my
editorial now for the Compass Chronicle, everyone will know about these scam artists tomorrow, No one has proof surrounding the existence of Lucid
Dreams, Futuristic Thoughts, Alien Visions or what have you, they’ll certainly be out of business in the blink of an eye I’ll bet you…
…‘ding dong’… “What’s wrong?” the voice fades in then out. “Wait a Sec, I’ll have to put you on hold, someone’s at the door”
Glawst says. ‘ding dong’ “Just a Minute, I’m coming” Glawst opens the door, a cold chill rushes through his body, he briefly loses his
breath. Glawst clicks on the talk button and places the phone against his ear. “Were you expecting company Glawst?” the voice waits for a
response. “No, I wasn’t and there’s nobody at the door either but I just heard the bell ring, hey I’ll call you later OK” Glawst hangs up
the phone and steps outside in his red pajamas the cold wind stings his face. Glawst winces looking left to right, the street lights across from his
home begin to flicker. Glawst reaches for his bifocals tucked on to his collar and places them on his face, a tall dark shadow stands underneath the
pulsating street light and nods persuasively in his direction.
“HEY GLAWST” a neighbor screams storming out of his home. Glawst jumps out of his skin startled by his unexpected company. “SHELTON D. GLAWST,
You’re out here ringing my freaking doorbell? What are you some sort of Peeping Tom pervert now? Getting a good kick out of ringing another man’s
doorbell 2 in the morning with your jammies on are ya?” the neighbor marches onto Glawsts lawn wearing a baby blue house robe over a white tank top
and valentine boxers, he angrily stops beside him. Glawst quickly pleads for his innocence “NO, not at all Mr. Madden and that’s exactly why I’m
out here now. I heard my doorbell ringing too, and saw a shadow or something across the street just now. It’s probably some street thugs from
Glocklann, I wrote an editorial exposing the whereabouts of their gang leader a few days ago so they may want Payback.”
Glawst waits for Madden to utter a word of agreement. Madden looks awkwardly at him “soliciting shadows huh? There’s no one out here but you and
me Glawst, and I Just heard my doorbell ring got it? You are the biggest Rat in town Glawst. I hope you get what you deserve.” Madden makes his way
back home crossing Glawsts frozen lawn, his black flip flops leave a trail of water on the stone passage between their yards.