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As She Slipped Away

As She Slipped Away



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The character’s true power comes to light just when it is needed most. In her time to shine she saves the life of her best friend, despite the otherwise successful attempt at suicide. A story of pain, loss, love, self discovery and the true magick of metaphysics.
The character’s true power comes to light just when it is needed most. In her time to shine she saves the life of her best friend, despite the otherwise successful attempt at suicide. A story of pain, loss, love, self discovery and the true magick of metaphysics.

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Published by: Crystalis DeCavalier on Sep 28, 2009
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She slipped away from me last night. One moment she was there on the table getting her stomach pumped and the next…nothing. I prayed last night. The strange thing was, Iwasn’t even really sure whom I was praying to. Everyone…no one, it’s all the samereally. I wouldn’t say that I am one who has lost their faith. I suppose one must have faithfirst to lose it. I had confirmation last night of something that has lingered in my mind for some time though.I was praying to the nebulous someone or some ones out there when I felt her spirit slipaway. And rather then become saddened or more fearful, I felt a calm wash over me for amoment. With my eyes closed I felt the pain of a part of my soul being ripped from myheart and suddenly I knew what I should do. I stopped praying and I opened my heart andsoul. I took the blinding light that I carry within me and I poured it into her still and quiet body mercilessly. I pushed the essence of my being into her as I have never pushed before, with purpose and determination.I felt the doctors working on her, bustling around like so many busy ants. None of itseemed real though. It all seemed somehow to be so far from reality that it was like ahaze, a fog settling in and only one thing remained clear. The girl that lay on the table before me was a drastic contrast to the activity around her. She lay there so absently, stillas death itself. For that is what had settled over her briefly, this shroud of death whichclung to her like a sticky film that one can’t wash off.I stood at the end of the bed, next to her head, watching everything with a certaindetached feeling. I marveled at the fact that none of the good doctors and nurses couldsee me. They perhaps could sense me if they were of the sort that could pick up on suchthings but I had no reason to think any of them were in fact a possible sensitive, privy tothe sensations of astral bodies nearby. Frantically they continued their efforts and I smiledsadly at them, knowing they were doing their best and also knowing that it wasn’tworking.I placed my hand on her head, petting her hair the way she always liked. The movementsof the doctors were becoming fewer and slower as time itself seemed to slow to a crawl.A nurse held a pen in her hand and had an eye on the clock, waiting to be told when towrite down the time. I looked back down at the girl on the table and leaned forward,softly laying my lips upon her cool forehead and I breathed myself into her. With every breath I poured that which is me into her. She was the vessel and I became the liquid lightthat filled it. I felt myself reach out and pull everything I could from every other person inthe room, a collective sigh escaping their lips. My eyes unfocused and still I filled her.A hand touched my back and I knew it was He. He then reached for her hand and lifted itto his lips, doing the same as I. Together we let our power loose on her. Shadowy figures began stepping forward, family coming forth to lend a hand. And still I pressed my breathinto her with a whisper, “It is not your time, little one. You must come back. I am sorry but you cannot yet leave. Hate me if you will but you must return. We need your light.” Ifelt her struggling, just out of reach. Not wanting to return.
“No! It hurts too much!! I want to go! Let me go!!!”, She screams with all her might.My heart feels another wrenching tear and I can no longer hold myself back. I feel that part of me take over, the part I hide the most, telling few about it. The Goddess stepsforth from my inner core and I feel the large red wings spread out behind me. I lift mylips from her forehead and nothing but a piercing light can be seen where once my eyeswere for they have gone blind in power, but I no longer need to see to accomplish what Imust.I place a hand upon her chest, over her heart and the other hand I stretch to the heavens.With a thought and the flip of a mental switch I am touching the Source of all and I become the conduit for its power. The sensation is overwhelming and a roar tears frommy throat as I withstand the extreme discomfort. He comes to my side again, wrappinghis arms around me and holding me up as my knees become weak. And still we do notstop.A slow but steady sound begins to echo at last against the stark white walls and largeglass door of the somewhat small room. This is shortly followed by a startled gasp.Beep…Beep…Beep. It is an odd sound. Beep…Beep…Beep. It is not a sound made bynatural means, but rather by a manmade device, which suddenly has commanded theattention of everyone in the room. All eyes are turned toward it in rapt interest. Beep…Beep…Beep. I am slumped against Him now in exhaustion but I find the strength to liftmy head and open my now dim eyes once more. Upon searching for the source of thegasp, my gaze falls upon the nurse with the pen. She is no longer staring at the clock. Her eyes dart between the girl on the table and the machine next to her that continues to giveits repetitive series of beeps.“Doctor…”, her eyes are wide and she simply stares, as whatever words she would havespoken trail off and become forgotten.The girl on the table lies there in slumber now, her heart beating out a slow, soft, steadyrhythm. My line of vision flicks over to the shadowy figures of those that had approachedto lend a hand. With soft, relieved smiles and a sage-like nod from the both of them, theymelt from my sight into the background. He and I each take turns caressing the sleepinggirl’s cheek lovingly. Exchanging a meaningful glance with one another, we too step back from the table. We quietly fade from the room, hand in hand, so that we may once morefind our physical bodies where they lay miles away, in a state of deep meditation.My eyes flutter open and my thumb absentmindedly runs back and forth over the face of the cell phone in my hand. Shortly I will receive a call bearing news. They will tell methat she is in critical but stable condition. I lay there in the darkened room, alone with mythoughts.I wonder to myself, will she hate me? Will she even remember? Or will she awake, asanyone else would, with no knowledge of what came to pass in that hospital room whileshe tried to slip away. An exhausted smile touches my lips and silent tears of relief trail

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