by J. A. Areces
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Jesse jumped from his bed. He experienced another nightmare. He breathed fast and deep, the sheets soaked in sweat. He could remember every detail of the near death nightmare. He almost died again. It was the exact same dream that he experienced last night. It was the exact same scenario. It was the same old man, with the large mouth, that tried to swallow him up.
Jesse sat gasping at first, slowly regaining all of his senses before he calmed down. He brushed back his hair, and focused. He felt his fingers, hands, arms, head, torso, and then he felt his toes. Jesse sat still, clear and focused on his slow breathing. He felt his toes.
Jesse slowly moved up to his calves. He was tempted to flex them, but he resisted. He didn’t want to break the flow. He felt his knees, his thighs and his hips. He kept moving up and incorporated the rest of the upper body. Jesse could feel his entire self. He knew the relationship of his body with the room around him. He was aware of his energy. He was aware! And then something else happened, something else that he was not expecting. Jesse was aware of his feelings. He recognized the fear and excitement that the dream brought on. He recognized the peace of the moment and the rush of knowing. He was aware of the moment, and not the past few moments or the next few, but that very moment, and that moment overshadowed the all others. The awareness of the moment, and how he related to it, was more intense, it was real.
Jesse remained in that state for quite some time. It wasn’t till the sun broke through the morning clouds and the first rays peeked through the window blinds, that Jesse opened his eyes. It was then that he realized how much time transpired, and that he was no longer in his bed. He was now standing in the middle of the room with his arms spread far apart. He was filled with great peace and energy. He felt whole.
“I’m a wizard.” He told himself.