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If A Story 

Is In You

Suzanne Carey

DTLAL Columnist 

     Barefoot and dressed in her loose fitting white cotton tunic and baggy pants, Aliyah soundlessly crossed what she called her quiet room, and settled on her meditation disk. Arranging her body into Lotus position,  she took three deep cleansing breaths, clearing her mind and entered that space that allowed her to communicate with the Elders. Her body rose five inches above the disk as it became weightless, and her mind called out to the council.

“I call to the Great Elders  to answer my plea. For I am in need of your guidance”

“We are with you our child, how may we help you?”

“Thank you kind elders.” Clearing her throat Aliyah continued ” You have named me the keeper of the truth, and now that I have come of age, it is my turn to take over this most important task. I have read The Book of Truth in preparation for the transference ceremony, yet there is something that troubles me.”

“And what would that be?”

Aliyah felt a fision of fear creep up her spine, but she continued. ” Well.. um.. It is the Truth. In reading the Books words I felt…untruth.” The room began to shake and a great rumbling filled her mind.

“How DARE you question the words of the Book!”  The Elders were furious. “Explain yourself!” Aliyah was terrified. She had never heard the Elders angry, and she was beginning to question her wisdom in coming  to them about her doubts.

“I’m so sorry”  she stammered “I meant no disrespect, but there has been whispering in the wind and voices telling me that what we have been taught is not what truly is. ” Swallowing her fear she continued “I know I should never question our teachings, but the voices sited many examples, and I’m feeling confused” Bowing her head Aliyah waited.

“Who do these voices belong to?!” Thundered the Elders.

“They call themselves the Collective” she whispered in response. Again she waited, tears welling up in her eyes from the terror of the moment. “Leave us now Book Keeper. We need to confer as to what is to be done about this and about you. NOW GO!!” The meeting was so upbruptly ended that Aliyah dropped the five inches that she had  levitated, and landed hard on her behind. Feeling dazed and more than a little confused, she stood rubbing her now sore bottom and left the quiet room.

Stepping into the Clothes Changer, Aliyah selected pants and a shirt from the digital screen, and stood in the center of the tube as the doors swished closed and the walls began to spin. Seconds later, wearing her new outfit she headed out to the stables. Needing to ride her winged horse, she made the clinking sound that she used to call him, and moments later he trotted over to her. Lowering his head she buried her face into his soft hair, hugging him.  Sensing  her distress,  he gently bumped her, then lowered himself so she could climb on his back. Once settled he stood on all fours and waited for her command.

“Ok Hercules” Aliyah said, patting the side of his neck “Run.. just run” And with that, he took off into a full gallop as she lowered her body and grabbed on to his mane. Together as one they ran over the hills and valleys, eating up the distance as if it were nothing. Not wanting to exhaust her horse, she slowed him down as soon as she saw the river. It was her favorite place to think and be alone with her thoughts. Dropping down once again, she slid off his back and stepped away so he could stand. “Thank you Hercules”. Giving him a gentle pat she watched as he took to the sky, then she made her way to her spot by the river bend.

Sitting with her back against her favorite tree she called The Book of Truth to her, and after it materialized in her lap, Aliyah  called forth the pen of knowledge. Only this pen could be used to write in The Book, and it was her turn as the new keeper to make any small changes that needed to be made. But this time the changes were anything but small, and what she now suspected to be the truth would change life as her people knew it.

Tapping her pen across the blank Aliyah debated what to write, or even if she should write. She was chosen at birth to be the next keeper of the Book of Truth, and it was her responsibility to uphold the truth. But the words that have been in the book for centuries, and have been followed by her people, were lies. Yet if she rewrote the Truth as it should be, life as they knew it would be forever changed.

Laying her aching  head back against the tree, Aliyah closed her eyes and called out to the collective. Feeling a shift of energy around her, she opened her eyes and saw a shimmer in the air just before a man materialized. Tall and slender, with long blonde hair the color of the sun and eyes a shade of blue that would rival the brightest sky, “Greetings Aliyah” His voice  reminded her of liquid gold. “You have questions”. Sitting down before her he reached out his hand, and with his two fingers he touched her forehead. “This should help.” Images of  the real truth flashed through her mind in rapid  succession, and her mind absorbed the new information as quickly as it could. “Now it’s time to write. ” and with  that being said he was gone.

Picking up the pen Aliyah began to write the real Truth, not stopping until it was complete. Finally closing the book with a big sigh, she sent the book and pen back to its place of rest. Knowing the Elders would read what was written, she waited for for the summons…. she did not have to wait long.

Standing before the Elders, Aliyah was strangely calm. “We have read what you have written in the The Book of Truth” the  Head Elder said “What do you have to say for yourself” Standing tall and straight, feeling confident in her truth, she simply replied “I wrote the Real Truth, not what you Elders have been feeding us for centuries. It’s time for a change. Is it not my responsibility as the keeper of the Book to tell the Truth?” The sir began to vibrate and thunder echoed across the land. ” You have defiled the Book of Truth!   roared the Elder.” And for that you will be cast into the outer land to live out the rest of your days. You are no longer welcome here” Looking the Elder straight in the eyes Aliyah responded “As you wish”

Standing outside the gates of what used to be her home Aliyah turned to look back one last time. No regrets she thought. And hiking her backpack onto her back, Aliyah headed down an unfamiliar road. But she walked forward with confidence. She had a story to tell, and it was The Truth. And she would spread it far and wide. After all, she was the keeper  of The Book of Truth.

SUZANNE CAREY

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