for the reason you imagine. I find that the look, sound and scent of you sends my body into a sensation all its own." I stared at his big blue eyes, feeling a strange heat filling my body. How could I respond to those comments? Unknowingly, I stood there as my mouth dropped open. This was not what I had expected at all. All my life I had longed to hear those words from a man. I quickly looked away and cleared my throat.
Before I was aware of what happened he lifted my head up and I felt his soft, full lips on mine. It was like standing in a lighting storm, when all your hair stands on end. All I knew was that I wanted more. He was a strong, sensual, but not too aggressive, kisser. His tongue slipped between my lips, and all my muscles became loose and puppet like. He was my puppet master and I was unable to free myself from the strings. My body was on fire. I could feel wetness in places that had been inactive for years. I embraced his passionate energy and I wrapped my arms around him.
After what felt like an eternity, I felt him loosen his embrace before pulling away. Even though he was a foot from my body, I could still feel the energy passing between us. I couldn’t remember a time when I had so completely lost control of myself in a kiss like that. My body was hungry for more, so I took a step towards him. He placed his hands between us as if to stop me without touching me.
"Jordan, I have to leave now, can you find your way back to your room?" I stared openly at him. He had opened Pandora’s Box and now was trying to shut it. I nodded and watched him leave the garden.
Just before he exited the garden, he spoke over his shoulder, "I’ll help you with your gifts in the morning. I need to clear my head now. Good night, Jordan.”
In a daze, I finally reached the door to my room, opened it, and went inside. It was as if I were in a dream state! I tried to figure out what had just happened. Was my kiss that bad? Did I have bad breath? Was he just toying with me? I had never been turned down before. I don’t remember a time when a man didn’t want to move forward. I was always the one to put on the brakes.
Once inside my room, I noticed a white shirt on the corner of my bed, I assumed it was a nightshirt. It was huge and hung way below my knees, but the cotton material made me feel comfortable, at home. As I climbed into bed I thought about the last incident I had with my nightshirt. It would take me a while to recover from that little indiscretion. I replayed the garden scene in my head and wondered what I had done to make him want to stop. Men are very different, just when you think you are starting to understand their mentality they go and surprise you.
After tossing and turning for what felt like a few hours, sleep finally hit me. My mind was confused and I wasn’t sure if it would ever shut down. Another vision started; I could see a waterfall from the top of a cliff. The water was a beautiful green color and it made a thunderous sound as it hit the rocks below. Suddenly I was under the water, swimming to the bottom of the lagoon. I found an iridescent door with a golden handle and pulled it open.
I entered through the shimmering door only to find that it was black inside. I grabbed a stick out of my pocket, which started to glow. I was able to focus its light wherever I wanted to look. From the corner of my eye, I noticed a shadow approaching. When it got within a few feet, I could see what it was, and I had to rub my eyes. It was a dragon… huge, with purple and green scales. As it came closer, it began communicating with me without speaking.
"Do not worry, Jordan, I won’t hurt you. I’m here to give you a gift, so please don't move. You have many gifts that we are trying to help you open." At this moment, it was like a dream within a dream. I was trying to escape, but it seemed I wasn’t even moving. The dragon opened his mouth and there within it was the next stone I needed. It was pink in color and as I looked at it, I heard the words, "Believe in yourself, you can accomplish anything." I awoke from the dream thinking about the waterfall, the dragon, and the pink stone.
Slowly, my thoughts wandered back to the unending kiss I had shared with Derrick. I had forgotten how it felt to be thoroughly kissed, or even held for that matter. My last boyfriend had been seven years ago, and he had broken my heart to the point that I had refused to date anyone since. I was like a machine, shutting off my heart and sex drive so I could ignore all men.
I had kept myself so busy I didn’t miss the sexual connection. How could I miss what was never any good anyway? I remember most men I had dated would rev-up my engine and then shut it back down, before I had even experienced anything. This one encounter with Derrick had started an intense chain reaction within my body. I wasn’t sure how to shut it down.
I got out of bed and walked over to the window. How beautiful and serene it looked with the sun rising. I could see rolling hills and valleys for miles in every direction. I was tired of being lost in my thoughts and I needed a break from the busyness of my mind. I thought I’d wander downstairs and find something to look at so that I’d have a different focus.
The Gifts
After getting dressed, I made my way downstairs to look around. My thoughts had never bothered me much as I always had needy friends: work, family, or someone I could phone to talk to and preoccupy my mind. I never really had to put up with being by myself. This was difficult; I was struggling with being alone. My feelings and thoughts were on a roller coaster and I had no way of getting off.
As I entered what I thought was the study, my eyes were drawn to the family pictures that lined the walls. It was easy to see that all of the family was good looking. It must be nice to have good genes. I found a picture of Derrick, and by far, he was the most handsome of them all. The picture looked as though it had been taken when he was about 14 years old.
I jumped when I heard someone clear his throat behind me. I knew I was not alone. I tried to look around, but my eyes hadn’t fully adjusted to the darkness of the room. Moments later, I was able to see Derrick clearly. He was sitting in one of the high back, easy chairs, in the corner, reading a book.
"You startled me," I confessed as I walked over to him.
“I thought you saw me when you entered the room.”
“No, I guess I was deep in thought! What are you reading?”
“Pride and Prejudice, I was hoping it would put me to sleep,” he replied smiling.
“I was hoping that under your scruffy exterior you might actually have good taste, but to my disappointment I can see I was wrong,” I said teasing. “Pride and Prejudice is an enchanting story of two people who find each other. It’s my ultimate favorite!”
“I know,” he replied. “Most women love it, so it’s not a surprise to me. I can almost hear the characters in the book when you speak to me at times. I haven’t known many women who still say the words ‘you sir’, or ‘gentleman’.”
I could see, as I got closer that he looked as though he hadn’t gotten any sleep. The dark circles under his eyes spoke volumes about his night. It gave me some satisfaction to think he had struggled as I had. I thought about what he said for a minute and realized that I did use those words a lot. It was obvious I had spent far too many Saturday nights reading that same book over and over again. I made a mental note to myself not to live my life through the books of Jane Austin any longer.
“Since you’re up let’s get busy with your lessons this morning. I need to show you certain things before we head out this afternoon.”
"Are we heading home?" I asked.
"No we have to go on a little hike to help you get the next tool you need for your toolbox."
"Tool?” I asked. “What tool box?"
"I call all the gifts you have, tools, because it makes it easier to talk about in front of people who don’t know you. How many stones have you found?"
"I have found two out of four. Why?"
"I need to know what to teach you, and since the stones have an order, I know what tools you are capable of using now," he explained.
He sent me to the garden, and said he would bring breakfast. Within a few minutes, he showed up with toast, bacon, eggs, and coffee. He handed me a plate then motioned
that I should sit beside him.
“I need to teach you to move energy. I’ll explain it, but don’t ask questions until I’m done,” he said. “You need to focus your intention on what you want, and then with your energy you’ll move it.” He grabbed a pebble and placed it on the bench. Moving his hands in a circle, he moved the pebble from the bench that we were sitting on, to the next one beside us.
"Oh, that was amazing,” I confessed, “but I think you’re fooling yourself if you think that I can do that."
"I didn’t ask if you thought you could do it, I want you to try to do it," he replied.
“Okay, I’ll try but don’t hold your breath." I put the last little bit of my breakfast in my mouth and chewed slowly; hoping he would forget what he was showing me.
“Take as much time as you need, we’ll continue the lesson when you are finished eating.”
I choked on my food. How did he know what I was thinking? I reached over, picked up the same pebble, and placed it back on the first bench. I looked at the pebble and then moved my hands in the same way as Derrick had done. I closed my eyes and tried to move the pebble. After a few seconds, I looked, but nothing had happened.
I looked over and said, “See, I told you. This is stupid; I’m not able to do this."
He looked at me, grinned and said, “I thought so.”
"You thought what?” I asked annoyed.
"I thought that you might be a quitter. Some people just don’t have the patience to succeed." He smugly turned to walk away.
"You sir, do not know anything about me. You have made another judgment… that you are wrong about. How dare you? You can be such a jackass."
I was angrily looking at the pebble. How I would love to see that pebble hit him in the back of his smug-ass head. I changed my focus for a split second, and before I knew what was happening, the pebble flew off the bench, and hit him in the back of the head. I wished it were a bit larger so it would leave a mark, giving me more satisfaction. He turned, smiling.
“I guessed that anger would be a great motivator for you. Good job, Jordan, I knew you could do it."
I was astonished; it was easy, I was proud of myself, until I knew that to some extent he had manipulated me. “I would have enjoyed the whole process more if you were at least pissed off, or aggravated," I said. “Can I try it again?”
“Go ahead,” he replied.
I tried to focus on the pebble I had placed back on the bench again. I couldn’t get it to move. I spent a few more minutes focusing my energy, but nothing happened.
“It takes time to master the technique, so you can try again later,” he said.
I felt disappointed; it seemed so easy before, but now I couldn’t get the pebble to budge.
“The next tool you will learn is the protection of your energy system. To keep from being harmed, you can put up a huge block of energy. Pick up the pebble you just threw at me and throw it at me again."
"Could I get a bigger one?” I asked smiling.
"Be my guest,” he replied. I smugly walked over and picked up a stone the size of a walnut.
“Here it comes,” I said.
I tossed the rock with my hand. It flew through the air and then fell to the ground about a foot from his body, as if it had hit a brick wall. I picked up the pebble I had thrown earlier, and the same thing happened.
I looked at Derrick in surprise and asked, “How did you do that?”
“I will show you how to protect your body using the energy around you! Close your eyes and visualize a small ball of energy sitting in your stomach area, then watch it grow bigger until it surrounds the entire body and expands about 2 to 4 feet. The ball of energy creates a force field that you can use to protect yourself for short
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