CHAPTER 36

LETTER TO MICHAEL'S MOTHER: "Michael spends hours chanting to himself and singing songs. Once he yelled at me to get out of the apartment because he was battling a demon. Needless to say, I didn't see anyone but he claims some great darkness is trying to consume the light in our apartment.

Every since he has been hanging around this woman named Marie, he has been acting strange. She is sort of strange her self; she dresses in Africa attire all the time and he is always talking about spirits. I didn't pay it much attention until Michael started having this crazy look in his eyes. And when you talk with him, it's as if he is looking through you, until you get this spooky kind of feeling; and sometimes he also has this wide-eyed look as if the lights are on but nobody is home.

 

I can't talk to him anymore about anything, he just mumbles that he is transforming into some kind of alien thing. I think you should bring him home before he totally loses it. He chants every morning about being something called an Uthra and telling us he hears these voices telling him to go back into the light. He professes to have psychic abilities and keeps doing these strange sounds and dances saying that he is shifting into other worlds to take light and to combat the darkness. He wears a worn out old blue bathrobe which has seen better days, and his hair is long and not styled nor does he look the way he looked when we met. It's hard to explain it but his face is sort of different, it seems to change especially when he rambles on about psychic attacks while claiming he is a guardian over the doors of hell which are beginning to open.

 

I cannot take his weird conversations anymore. There have been strange noises in the apartment since this started. He stood in my doorway one night doing some weird chant. I think he wants me in his madness so I'm afraid to go to sleep at night thinking he might come into my room and do god knows what; and since he sits in front of his altar all the time chanting and praying and crying, sometimes I feel this strange cold breeze coming through the room but the windows are closed.

 

He is always talking to someone that is not there. I do not know what he has gotten himself into and if his friend Marie is responsible or in cahoots with him. I have tried to get him to leave the apartment, get fresh air, he refuses but he keeps talking about they are coming for him. I do not know who "they" are but I cannot take this. He is having a nervous breakdown and I don't want him here nor do I want the responsibility of taking care of sick person.

 

You must come and get Michael. He cannot make it in New York."

Vanessa did not like the letter she held in her hand. Anger that could pierce one's soul was erupting within her. Must not show my feelings she thought I am still at work. She worked as a receptionist in a small town sleeping next to the Mississippi. Vanessa was a tall, stately, black woman who carried elegance with simplicity but her tongue was sharp when injustice was being served. She always stood in her own laws regardless of what life handed her. Her children she ruled with a leather strap and education. They were to fulfill the dreams denied her. She was sitting alone in the employee's lounge. This person named Byron claims her son was having a nervous breakdown. Probably some madness he put upon him she thought.

"I've told him often about hanging around white people would not be good for him. Now, they've drugged him and he's going crazy. I knew it. I told Donald there was something wrong with Michael. I could hear him crying at night when I was preparing for bed. That boy never listens. He had to march to his own beat. How am I to rescue him? I have no money. These friends of his are no good. I've always known he should have stayed with his own kind."

 

She gritted her teeth as a string of foul words cracked like a whip at the air about her. "What madness is this child in?" Vanessa closed her eyes to fight back the tears.

 

Her higher consciousness peered down from one of the higher realms. "I must return to the Earth plane to my other self. Michael has awakened to Wars in the Heavens."

If you pulled back the surface of your eyelid, you could see her higher consciousness as she descended on her cloud of glory into the Earth reality and merged her consciousness with her counterpart. Vanessa, the human mother of the alien goddess who would be known by many names, sat silently in her chair at work and pretended like she had a headache and chanted the words that pulled back the clouds of illusions. She found herself standing in front of an elderly woman who was fanning herself with a fan of feathers. Several other women stood around her dressed in hooded caftans, each carrying a staff with strips of leather hanging from them with crystals tied to the end. They tapped lightly in unison chanting, "S/he Without A Name, we call to you, listen to the Ancient Mothers coming through, hear the voice of the eagle that flies within, listen to the dolphin, thy guide, thy friend, listen to the heart in the desert who cries, listen to the fire in our voices that cry, hear the ancient chants, born anew, rise into thy eye and claim what is due. Uthra rise. Uthra rise and take the Earth Mothers to the Eye."

"Why am I drawn to you," his mother exclaimed in a harsh tone. "It is not my time nor is it yours. We don't want this chant to arise from that place he will call a heart and bring the song. It's wrong."

 

"Listen to us daughter of the Dragon, the Uthra must be born. She is one of many who will make a sacred space for light and dark to merge and no longer be separated."

"You meddling old fools have played this game of salvation too long. I will break all that is holy and damn the birth of this dragon song."

"Listen to the gods in worlds that cry, even they know that the stone must cry."

"I have heard enough." She turned from them.

 

"You will forget this visit, this is true but S/he will return as One and bring us through."

"Never!"

There is a sound of thunder and lighting and high winds and she finds clouds beginning to wrap themselves around her again.

"Vanessa, are you all right," asked her colleague. "You were mumbling to yourself."

 

"This damn headache, must have dozed off a bit."

She heard a chorus of voices floating by. Her colleague did not respond. Vanessa knew the stone was weeping.

"Uthra rise, Uthra rise

Uthra take us to the light

Hear our pleas, we sing to thee

Uthra take us to the light.

Uthra take us to the light.

Uthra take us to the light.

I have no choice she thought. "I'm just going to sit here for a few more minutes. Take a ten minute nap maybe my headache will go away."

"Let me know if you need anything."

"I am fine." She mumbled to herself. "My time is almost up. So, it's now or never." She sighed as she closed her eyes and centered her attention on her breathing. Vanessa travelled in spirit to them quickly. The two old women sat in their rocking chairs by the window looking out into Michael's room where he sat wearing only a bathrobe. His hair was unkempt. He hadn't bathed in three days. He sat erect while tears were falling while he prayed.

"He prays so much, prays so much," said one of the women.

 

"Just moves you to tears," said the other woman. Vanessa stood in between them looking through the window also.

 

"When Creation weeps, all creation must bow their head, must bow their head in silence."

"I know you have been watching over him," said Vanessa.

 

"He pretends like he doesn't hear us but he gets this little grin in the right corner of his mouth, of his mouth."

"He's trying to get back to reality on his own," Vanessa whispered to herself. Why am I holding back my feelings, why don't I reach out to him? What holds me back? I'm limited on this level. He doesn't believe I'm here in spirit."

"He will not answer the phone. You know who keeps calling, trying to reach him, trying to reach him."

 

"I've tried to keep that one away from him. One of his fathers has already abused him in spirit. Why did they wake him so soon?"

"He's so strong." The second woman rocked a little harder while tapping on the arms. "He'll get us to the light. I still believe a mother would not abandon her children."

"I've got to bring him home for awhile at least. Until he accepts his divinity, we are all in danger. If the Adversary takes on physical form, all will be lost."

"I can't stand to see him weep anymore. He will fight if he has too. This one is truly a Warrior Goddess."

"Well, I'm going to come through my Earth counterpart and get this child home. I know you hear me. We love you, always know that. You are not alone. This was necessary to bring you to the light. You are the Sound and the Light. We are here to activate!"

With that Vanessa summoned the mists to carry her back to her Earth counterpart's body.