An amazing read, and a piece that I’m greatly relating to recently. Be sure to check out Part One as well!
He laughed and told me that I wouldn’t be the first to run like hell from my initiatory helping spirit. It’s par for the course.
It was shortly after suddenly splitting into multiple personalities but shortly before the nightmares about the devouring tiger that I journeyed to find answers about what was happening. Night after night unseen hands groped around inside me, pulling things out and putting things in, agonizingly stretching my sense of what it means to be human – or, whatever it was I was finding myself to be.
I hoped my helping spirit Maria would have some answers, but she was nowhere to be found.
An ocean’s surface.
Inside, a woman draped in jewels and fine cloths.
“Obeah Woman,” I found myself exclaiming.
She let out a hearty laugh.
Such words had never come out of my mouth, nor had I ever heard them. And while I knew next…
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