by Ann Patty
My journey is complete here, but yours is not. And neither is Tahoma's. Perhaps you were destined to meet me so I could align you with my brother. For you two fit the twin soul mold perfectly, as well. Who says a person cannot have two twin souls?
Terra, I have seen the fondness you have for Tahoma. And, I have seen the love and concern he holds for you. He had also expressed these wishes to me in my final days. I gave him my blessings for the both of you. No sense to wait a mourning period to enjoy each other. I know with time you both would have eventually found your way to each other anyway.
I hope you enjoy your new home. So many times, I struggled for the correct dimension or angle. Terra, your spirit guided me. Using the elements of the earth, the wind, or sun, or your breath upon my cheek, you showed me the correct design. Terra you were always at my side giving me direction. Now I am honored that you will enjoy our joint pursuit.
There are no final words of wisdom I can leave you with. You hold my all within your heart. Just know my love for you is never broken. We are forever one.
Your Atsa
Over the next few days, Terra poured over Atsa's journals. Memories from childhood. Memories of favorite pets, including an iguana. Memoirs of past loves, which did not bother Terra one bit. Designs of architectural projects Atsa had been challenged with. His love for structure and form was akin to sculpting with clay for an artist, for which he had been at one time.
Atsa was an excellent communicator and journaled his emotions and feelings with accuracy. One book held all the memories he had shared with Tahoma and Yiska. If Terra had never met either, she could have fallen in love with both just in reading these entries. Tahoma was more sensitive and intuitive than he let on. He shared much of the integrity and family loyalty that Atsa coveted, as did Yiska. Yes, through reading, Terra came to see that Atsa was correct. She and Tahoma would make a complimentary couple.
About halfway through the book, Terra stopped reading. There was one oddity about this family ledger book. While the words could have been Atsa's, they might have been someone else's. The giveaway was the penmanship. Close to, but not close enough to Atsa's handwriting. The slant on certain letters was off, rather distinctly different. Terra thumbed through the whole journal. The writing style was indeed a bit off. Curiosity brought Terra back to the other journals. One by one she poured over the pages to find clues. All the other books stood solidly the same.
Terra stared at the lone family journal. Finding answers always came easy, but this perplexed Terra. Perhaps this was Atsa's last journal and he had one of his brothers write it for him? That could make sense. Although, Terra really wondered if Atsa had any involvement in the writing of this journal at all. Perhaps Tahoma did his own interpretation of the family through Atsa's eyes and wrote the journal? He knew full well Terra would find it, read it, and form a new more favorable opinion of him? Was the journal to tell Terra indirectly of Tahoma's love for her? To in fact ensure it? Well, this too would be answered in time. But for now, Terra continued to read Atsa's journals until the very last page.
Five days later, Terra finished up the books. Atsa had left her his legacy inside these journals and she placed them back in the brown cardboard box for safe keeping. She thought it a shame that a person's life could be the sum total of one box. But Terra smiled. The true value of a person was the thoughts, feelings, emotions, and love that they bestowed upon the people who were important to them. Legacies were made of ethereal intentions well carried out on this planet. The rest was material that will eventually decompose. There was much to absorb in Atsa's life and in his thoughts. Terra figured the box would be revisited on a number of occasions in the months ahead. For now, Terra sat relaxed on a deck chair watching the colors of the sunset shift. Rarely a drinker, Terra tipped her glass of Chardonnay back and took several swallows. She set the empty glass down on the tiled deck and went into the bedroom.
Quiet Yearnings
Deep into the night he came. Quietly, stoically, and with urgent need. Terra felt a brush of warm breath across her forehead and down her cheeks, pausing at her lips. She could not arouse out of her near comatose state. Her lips parted. For a reminiscent tongue began to explore her mouth.
There was a presence, a familiar weight on top of Terra. Her hair felt as thought it was being fondled and stroked. Soft caressing pecks roamed from her neck up to her ears. A moist sensation roamed inside her ear canal. Terra's body began to burn with desire, yet she felt paralyzed. His weight pressed upon her breasts and abdomen. A pressure pried her legs open. In her lucid dream, Terra felt his bulging manhood. A begging moan surfaced. “Take me—NOW.”
With Terra's permission, there was no hesitation. And, no time to waste. It had been too long. A force entered Terra. Intentional love entombed the twin spirits. Terra uttered soft senseless syllables, and squirmed. His presence was an all consuming embodiment. She swelled with him. His silence was haunting. His being yearned for her. Terra's womb ached to contract, and so it did. Terra's nostrils filled with his scent. She rose up to meet his encounter. Her back arched. Her metabolism quickened. She threw her head back and held her breath. A release of spasms gripped her. Glorious body tingling sensations emanated out from her center spot. Wave after wave pulsed throughout her body. Blind in the darkness, unseeing, Terra screamed out with pleasure with her mouth shut tight. When it was over, his weight slipped away to whence it came.
Terra never completely awoke to her nocturnal orgasm with her lover. But satisfaction lulled her back into her deep slumber. She would contend with her dream in the morning.
Morning came at 11am. Terra never slept that late. But, really, there was no reason not to. She had just come off a long career and deserved to do whatever she felt like, including sleeping in. Unlike other mornings, this morning Terra was totally relaxed, refreshed, and spent. And then she remembered last night. Turning to glance around the house, whoever—whatever had been there was gone.
Recollecting, Terra remembered pressure on top of her. Breaths around her. His scent. And her wildly contracting uterus. But, she could not recall an actual body upon hers, or anything attached to the material world. Only imminent lust, and love. A physical body would have left evidence. She checked her sheets. There was no proof anywhere. Atsa's spirit had come to tranquilize, comfort, and pleasure her. It was the only logical explanation. Terra smiled and wrapped herself tighter in her sheets. If Atsa wanted to visit her in her dreams, then the door was always open.
Early in the afternoon, Terra had another visitor. Choline. The two ladies did not know where to start or stop talking. They talked all afternoon and into the evening. Terra fortunately had the makings for salad and a homemade pasta dish that she whipped up as they were gabbing. Choline was well into her 70s and still as rotund as ever. Yet, she was healthy and as brilliant as ever. There came a time when Terra told Choline about Atsa's journals. Choline nodded that she knew of them. Terra brought out the family memories journal and asked Choline to take a look at it without sharing about the displaced penmanship.
Choline held the journal and thought for a moment. “This is the one that I penned for Atsa. It was his last. He was too sick to do it, so he talked as I wrote it down.”
Terra nodded her head. “Alas, another mystery solved.”
“Ah, yes.” Choline smiled and got the complete picture. “There is not much you can keep from a clairvoyant.”
Terra asked Choline if she wanted to spend the night, but she said she had a couple appointments in the morning. Choline told Terra that before long she would have a permanent guest. She winked at Terra and let herself out the door.
Tara
Several more days passed. Terra's down time was a much needed rest after her years of hustling her business. She did not feel guilty one bit for being a bum. Terra earned this new life. And for the first time she could real novels, cook meals, stroll on the desert, and watch sunrises and sunsets, and have real neighbors she could engage with. All the simplicities that
everyone else probably took for granted, they were novelties to Terra. Soon they would be mundane, but for now the everyday tasks was a luxury to bathe in.
Then one morning Terra received a long overdue, welcome gift. Upon hearing a muffled bump against her front door Terra investigated. At her feet stood a medium size pit bull. Wagging her tail, grinning ear to ear, the dog sat down and looked up at Terra as if to say “Look, I have arrived!” The dog's dirty white coat showed ribs of neglect. One large brown spot was centered over her left eye. Another oval brown patch covered her back.
Smiling Terra crouched down to pet her visitor. A jute rope hung around the dog's neck which Terra removed. Wrapped and taped around the rope was a piece of paper. It said: Please help. We cannot take care of Tara. She is 8 months and has been our family dog. She deserves better.
Terra stood up and shook her head in disbelief. Once again the universe provided. Her long overdue, almost lost wish for a canine companion just walked into her life. Terra spoke to her new dog, “Well, come on in, Tara. Did you know our names are almost identical? Except Terra means 'of the earth' and, well, Tara has heavenly meanings, so let's choose 'star'. That description suits you best.”
Terra backed into the house through the doorway and beckoned by waving her hand for Tara to enter. Timid yet yearning for attention and food Tara stepped inside and began sniffing the room. Terra placed a bowl of milk and a plate of breakfast scraps on the floor. Tara smelled her way over to the food and consumed it quickly. Then she looked around for more food, and more food and milk came. Terra leaned against the kitchen counter in awe that this dog found her, and that her name Tara was incredibly close to her own.
Tara snooped around the house, yet kept Terra within eye shot distance. Terra let her new dog have free roam of her home. Today would be for getting acquainted with her new surroundings. Tomorrow would be a day for a dog wash, and a neighborhood walk about. However, for now it pleased Terra that there was another heartbeat in the house and a companion to share meal scraps with.
Days passed since Tara had joined up with Terra. Under that grimy dull coat, Tara's fur glistened stark white with brown spots. Terra's outside shower turned into the perfect dog wash. Tara loved taking a bath alongside Terra as she showered. The two became inseparable. It was clear Tara had good upbringing. She was well mannered and loved people. The family who relinquished Tara were courageous. Someday Terra thought she would like to find them; to let them know Tara was indeed cherished.
Turning Point
Another sunset began. Terra made a meal for six people tonight. Not that anyone was coming, much less been invited. Terra liked to prepare several meals ahead and stow them in the freezer for the days to come. Some meals were slated for Tara. And so tonight it was lasagna that Terra just put in the oven.
A faint door knock made Terra turn her head. She waited, unsure if she imagined it. Another one came. She thought to herself: Odd, this is a late hour visitor, but let's see who is there. Terra was in a long white sheer sundress, and not wearing underwear. She seldom thought of it since she rarely received visitors.
Swinging open the door, her heart quickened. Tahoma stood on her stoop with a recycled brown bag full of a variety of foods. He too was dressed in white. A gauze pull over shirt and loose, saggy pants to match. What were the odds of that? Terra's mouth opened, but no words came out. As if she needed to be propped up, Terra held onto the side of the door jam. Just then Tara trotted up beside Terra, pressing on her leg for comfort.
Tahoma bent his head to the side studying both Terra and her new acquisition. Then he let out a warm belly laugh. He nodded in approval of Terra and her recent companion. Terra let go of the door. On pure whim and impulsive, which she was not, Terra threw her arms around Tahoma. In a dead lock grip, she squeezed him tight. Tahoma, surprised, released his grip and dropped his bag handles that dangled the groceries inside. The contents hit the patio pavers with a solid thud. Tahoma in response wrapped his arms around Terra. A seductive full body press enveloped them. They were cheek to cheek. Breast to breast. Belly to belly. And legs partially interlocked.
Terra spoke first. Whispering quietly, but with intent in Tahoma's ear, she said, “Don't ever leave me, Tahoma.”
Tahoma withdrew his head back. Cupping Terra's cheeks and chin in both his hands, he searched her eyes until she softened. Then he spoke with absolution. “Terra, I won't. I can promise you that I will never leave you.”
The last voice of approval came from Tara as she pitched in with one sharp, distinct, approving bark.
Thank You for Reading
Navaho Nights
SECOND EDITION
She Shaman
A Clairvoyant Meets Her Match
By Patty Ann
Edited by Debbie Brunettin
Published by Patty Ann
Copyright 2012 Patty Ann
Third Edition 2015
Foreword
Sometimes a special someone sneaks across the path in front you, and something tells you that you should take a closer look. This second look can uncover an uncommon friend who might provide you with a gift you will hold for the rest of your life.
Such was the case with Rich. Our journey was too brief, but oh, so full. We stepped inside of nirvana for a speck of time, and his mark became deeply etched in my psyche and soul.
Our mind interplay was profound and deep-rooted, crossing many bridges. While Rich craved my multi-dimensionality, his perspective and validation became my addiction. Our relationship was multifaceted and a step beyond. And in the end, it was hard to discern who the true shaman was.
She Shaman
A Clairvoyant Meets Her Match
Wise Old Warriors
Rich was my nemesis.
I asked the universe to send me an old warrior who could teach me some specifics about some esoteric questions I had. Instead I met Rich—and online of all places. He was an old-soul warrior so adept at intuition use that he didn’t even realize how powerful he was. Powerful is a matter of perspective, I realize, yet his aura reached out to me and begged for attention—the kind a kindergartener seeks from his teacher.
Rich was a virgin to the practice of clairvoyance. I was privileged to give him his first clairvoyant reading. He called it a deflowering experience.
Relationships typically click then implant over time with trust, interplay, and meeting on a wavelength that is compatible, in order to converse. The deep bond must also come from other dimensions or life times. Why else do we resonate so strongly with particular partners? Of course our brains are immensely anachronistic tools. When something—or someone—“works,” we click like cogs on a wheel. When it is right, you experience a bond that transcends time and space.
And so it began with Rich. He liked my online profile and wrote me. So I wrote a quick note back. His profile picture had already begun to work on me. Lying back in a chair, he stared right out at me and spoke volumes. His aura was larger than life itself. He held a confidence accrued from hard-won life lessons. He was matter of fact, analytical, and teasing—with the right person. Initially reserved and cautious, Rich was not at all bashful, but a leading man in his own right.
Rich was a man of conviction, not to be easily swayed. I believed he was entertaining himself with this online dating. Then along came me. I threw a curve ball at what he had been used to—or, rather, what he had expected. Later he told me that I was different/special compared to anyone else he had ever known because of my levels of dimensionality. I took that as an ultimate compliment.
Ever since I was a child, I knew there was something different/special about me too. Something I could not put a finger on as an eight-year-old. But when I would look around at my classmates, I knew—I knew something more.
Contact in Chat
On the evening of July 4th, I went online to check messages. Fourth of July fireworks were out for me as I had just had a full day. My animals were a concern and so I wanted to stay close to home. As it were, not one f
ireworks boom came within earshot. The only fireworks ignited that evening were Rich’s words that jumped out at me from a chat room.
And it was there our conversations commenced—for over two hours! Typically I do not like to chat. My idea of getting to know someone goes much deeper than three-word sentences. Yet this man compelled me. He cornered me in a chat room. Our interplay, even at abbreviated thoughts, was deep-rooted. Definitely something was brewing. We both felt it, and as our time ended I left my phone number with Rich.
