Tuesday Tales: Writing Train

To what lengths would you go to save a loved one? Would you leave your body behind? Our heroine must gain courage for such a course of action in the snippet below.

Badge for TT aaaTuesday Tales is a weekly blog featuring diverse authors who post excerpts from their works in progress based on word and picture prompts. We’re a book hungry troop that enjoys reading as much as you do. Today our prompt is train. The story of Ivy continues with the new man in town, demon hunter Gavin. Her sisters are always central as well. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

Her train of thought led to the only conclusion possible. Her physical body could not go with her. There was no other viable strategy. It was time to separate from her material self and travel back to ancient Sumer. In a firm tone that belied her inner trembling, she broke the news to Shale.

Her sister turned ashen. “You’ve lost your mind.”

“We’ve gone over the possibilities a dozen times. You know as well as I do there’s nothing else to be done.”

“No! Absolutely not. Rowena would never allow it.”

She grabbed Shale’s shoulders. “It’s Rowena I’m doing this for. You know she’d take the same chance for you or me.”

“Then I’m going too.”

“Only if you want me to fail.” Shale’s hurt expression cut her to the core. “I don’t mean it that way. I need you here to watch over my body. Seriously. If there’s not a safe haven, a tether, my body could be harmed or my spirit could…” She broke off, not wanting to say the words.

Shale’s hand clapped over her heart. “Float away forever. My god, Ivy, I could lose you both.”

“But you won’t. Gavin showed me how to do this.”

“If only he were here now.”

“I wish that too, but we can’t afford to wait. Are you with me?”

Shale squeezed her eyes shut, and then seemed to gather her courage. “Yes. Tell me what to do.”

“The main thing is to stay with my body, keep it warm and as comfortable as possible. You may have to keep it from getting up and wandering off. And don’t let anyone in here, unless Gavin happens to show up.”

Shale nodded.

“Now let’s sit here on the divan and I’ll prepare for the spirit journey. Breathe easy, and be watchful. And don’t talk.”

ISHTAR-EPOS p067 ISHTAR'S MIDNIGHT COURTSHIP
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She took several deep centering breaths and allowed the anxiety to drain away. Calling upon her guides for assistance, she sensed them gather around her. Time passed, and she entered the sacred no-time between moments. The magic was ripe now. Touching her left hand to her navel, she extended her right palm and with infinite care raised it toward the heavens. “Sacred spirit form, shining ka, rise as I command. We have work before us. Sacred body, precious ba, remain here with my sister, protected and safe.”

A rapid fluttering came within the second chakra at her belly region. A pulling sensation took hold from below the soles of her feet to high above her head, as if molten glass were being elongated and stretched.

Her ka spirit form rose through the chakras in preparation for the split from her ba and the astral journey to come. She exited from the crown chakra atop her head with a graceful dexterity. There now. The separation of her spirit and body was complete. Although a faint part of her possessed awareness of her physical self, her primary consciousness swirled inside the shimmering luminosity of her ka form. Her physical ba remained as a shell, awaiting the return of spirit.

I hope you enjoyed the snippet based on the word prompt train. Thanks for stopping by. Please visit the other fabulous authors at Tuesday Tales.

Cheers & Happy Reading!
Flossie Benton Rogers, Conjuring the Magic in Romance

By Flossie Benton Rogers

Paranormal romance author who loves to shake the edges of reality.

10 comments

  1. Such a captivating description of Ivy’s connecting with the high spirits. If only we could do the same!

  2. Great post, Flossie. I love how you used train and how your story propelled in this direction. I’m on the edge of my seat wanting to know what happens next.

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