Time Odyssey: The Soul's Memory; Part I, Dreamtime
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“It’s the end of the world!” a crippled beggar cried. “Surely, we are all doomed!” A few nodded, but laughter arose from the crowd.
“Silly fools!” shouted still another. “You frighten yourselves over nothing. Let’s get on with our lives.”
Ketzah tried not to look rushed or out of place while he passed, and his heart lingered with them. He thought of his family and silently prayed they wouldn’t suffer.
And he thought about Falima. No, Falima! I’ve too much to do. I mustn’t think of you until another day!
The pier came into view and he forced his thoughts to the task at hand. His hollow footsteps on the wooden dock interrupted the stillness.
No one was there yet. He climbed aboard the little vessel and looked around. It rocked and creaked gently in the lapping water.
The boat was not very big. Strange that he hadn’t noticed that before. But the waves hadn’t been so high previously.
He removed the heavy Records from his back and stashed them safely in a corner of the cabin. Then he checked the boat over once more, hoping it would be seaworthy, that the waves and storms wouldn’t be too great, that it would withstand whatever was before them.
He must now rely on himself, his comrades and his guidance from within.
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About the Author
Legends and myths of lost continents have always intrigued J.F. Weckesser, and while studying in the Rosicrucian Order, AMORC, and the Association for Research and Enlightenment, one day “Time Odyssey: The Soul’s Memory” began to unfold.
Weckesser believes even our greatest heroes and masters were human, and probably struggled with hopes, fears, desires, misgivings, lapses of judgment, joys and sorrows—especially during ‘interesting times.’ It is the rising above these roadblocks that make the hero.
J.F. Weckesser lives in Wisconsin, where her imagination runs wild.