I stared into its cold deadly eyes willing and beseeching it to come to life to expose my torturer so I could slay it. Suddenly, the sinister, frightening face became clear and glared back at me. It was Jaydon, my sister’s husband.
Thank God, my childhood nemesis was dead and now I can bury him. No longer will he live in my dreams to torment me. Never more will he haunt me. Now I can live my life with human dignity and respect, free of him and free of the hell he put me through. I am now free to live life as it should have been without him—without living in dark evil places.
I was grateful to be free of him. I let go of my hate and learned a bitter-hard lesson from the Pyramid Lady. She said, “Don’t forget the power of forgiveness—the power of love.”
Gloria
THE END
In the end, Gloria’s healing and recovery was nothing less than miraculous. Yet, Gloria didn’t fully recover from her traumatic experiences until she sat comfortably in my office and consciously reviewed what Gloria’s Helper had learned. Over several hypnotic sessions Gloria recalled the core traumatic events of her childhood without hysterics or untoward emotions. She did not need to have complete knowledge about the noises, the banging, clicking, stomping, pounding walls, and terror that were associated with her severe child abuse. She like Gloria’s Helper was able to face the secrets she had hidden and buried, for so long, from herself to survive and now she felt free, alive and full of life.
Her only comments in our last session were humorous, profound, and cryptic, “It’s over, I’ve found peace, and I’m not crazy after all,” she chuckled her soft beguiling chuckle and thanked me with a bear hug. When she released me, I looked into the happiness of her face that had a rose, creamy complexion and her eyes that shined like twinkling stars in the night and auburn hair set aflame by radiant light—unlike the day I met her.
She turned and walked to the door, and then turned back with a Mona Lisa smile and said, “Funny, Adam, how one conversation, the one we had when I met you, changed my life. I owe my life to you. We’ll be friends forever. I only wish I had found you a lifetime ago, but don’t worry I’m going places I never dreamed existed. I am living the life I always wanted. Adam, we need to evolve from something we think we are.”
She then silently closed the door. I knew without regret she had learned to feel and act from her heart and would never look back—it was over—and her future lie brightly ahead.
I guess, in the final analysis, I was intelligent enough to unlock the door to Gloria’s unconscious and transcendent healing powers and stand back to let her pass to discover what she needed to heal herself.
However, the true mystery of Gloria’s existence and mission in life began after her therapy ended. As she grew older and wiser, I lovingly nicknamed her my little Cosmic Pirate who plundered the universe’s secrets. She would laugh and playfully punch me in the arm when I called her that. We had good times as only the best of friends could share. We shared love, magic, and an unforgettable friendship.
I’m afraid the story of Gloria’s energy healings and channeling will never be told; she was too modest to write about it herself, and my time has run out. Even so, her healing work was reward enough and she was grateful for the gift. Suffice it to say that she was an unpretentious and natural healer and a fantastic channeler of the Guardian’s wisdom. A mystic visionary and amazing shaman whose love and spirit touched and healed many. I am thankful that I was one of those blessed souls.
Amazingly, Gloria’s peace-centered heart and mind and her spiritual development allowed her to forgive Jaydon, but my sour stomach would not allow me the same grace. The tormenting question of whether Jaydon Small was also a serial killer, deplorably, remained unanswered but still galled me. Gloria’s Helper’s fragmented accounts of the mass murder at the “grey house,” the old people freezing to death, strange happenings in the cemetery, the “Other” smashing the infant Joshua’s skull and bones, and other bodies, Jaydon confessed to little Gloria, he had buried in the forest totally point to his guilt.
All these horrific incidents gave me reason to consider his culpability, but Jaydon Small died before Gloria’s hypnotherapy exposed these shocking details. Regrettably, the answer and truth would lie buried in Shadowlands Cemetery, California—his unmarked grave lost in a potter’s field somewhere hidden in a thatch of choking weeds.
One other thing I failed to mention, as my memory fails me, which surprisingly I now remember with sadness and regret. The Guardian had told me about another one of his divine missions where he had tried to reach a stubborn old alcoholic to help him but thought he might fail. Now, too late, I am stunned by the realization that earthly time had no meaning for the Guardian and, appallingly, I now understood that stubborn old alcoholic, he had failed to help was me.
Dr. Adam Jaxon
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Linden Morningstar, author of Gloria Rising, is a women’s fiction writer, and has had extensive experience as a hypnotherapist and licensed marriage and family therapist, which adds emotional and psychological depth and realism to his thriller. He is also the author of The Starlight Prophecy a fun and colorful Space Adventure about alien worlds and superheroines.
He writes to explore the mysteries of life and the mysterious connections between the mind, universe, and the mystical. He lives with his cherished wife and four cantankerous, high-maintenance, and lovable cats in southern California.
In Memoriam
In memory of Beatrice M. Hudson, co-author, 1924-2014, for her amazing contribution to our writing and loving support that helped make Gloria Rising an enthralling fictional story.
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