Below is my entry for the Queenstown Writers Festival that I wanted to share. My first attempt at fiction writing and I can say honestly that this was a challenge for me and I am inspired to read more fiction books to enhance my creativity:)
The Healing Hut
Once a decade the planets align in such an array, providing viewers with the perfect conditions for a light show in the skies above. Showers of star storms and light rainbows appeared just out of arm’s reach. The power of the mountains and the energy of the open spaces at snow farm, set a backdrop for the perfect location to witness such an event. The electric skies were palpable, pulsating through your body like a battery being put on charge.
A group of eight strangers gathered to witness such a rare event, but they soon realised the journey they were about to embark on, went beyond anything they could have ever imagined. Without a word spoken on arrival, many lifetimes together connected them spiritually and energetically. There was no need for words. An unspoken dialogue transpired through vibration, with an exchange of information and pleasantries at lightning speed.
This picturesque landscape, once home to millions, turned into a concrete jungle by wealth and status. Many knew of the sacredness of the area and fought hard to preserve, nurture, and respect the land. People’s hearts were blinded by money and ego. It drove families out and earth movers in, disturbing the lay lines that connected this area from a source of current deep below the earth’s center.
On a quiet morning without warning, the ground trembled, slowly at first and then violently for longer than anyone dared to remember. The town was decimated. Rubble fell from the mountains above, colliding in the valley below, shattering on impact. The rivers and the lakes rose and fell causing tidal shifts that submerged much of the landscape and sucked it back out like a tide receding from a wave. This event forever changed an area of beauty and attraction to a place of mourning a sacrifice. The only building left standing was Meadow Hut.
Meadow hut was a magical place where people came to heal without even knowing it. Its exterior of corrugated iron and rustic features held many treasures from the centuries of its existence. The mountains surrounding the hut cascaded like giant gateways from above where ancient formations told a story of what once was. You could get a sense of the enormity and life force that was once held in these parts of the country. The mountains were symbolic of a path one must travel to reach their highest self and state of tranquillity and euphoria. Where the mysteries of life were given answers, and time slowed down to where you could feel a breeze gently brush past your cheek. This place allowed old wounds to be brought to the surface by slowing your being and your breath to the pace of the flowing rivers. The trees whispered to each other as they swayed side to side in the autumn breeze.
The isolated venue was perfect for a celebration. Not only did it align with the planetary shifts not witnessed since Egyptian times, but the chosen eight were reuniting for the first time in a decade. This required privacy from the interference of the media or the watchful eye of satellite positionings and telephone towers. There were now very few places where you could feel alone and free without having your every move analysed and tracked. The skies there are protected. No light pollution below and no space junk above.
It was ten years since the earth moved violently and eight lives were spared to help with the evolution of the planet and the human species. They all flew under the radar, not telling a soul of what they had experienced at the Hut whilst the earth shook below them. They received guidance and information to go forward. This was not a choice; they had been chosen. Like agents in a James Bond movie with secret instructions for their next mission, they returned to their various parts of the country. Little by little, each of their actions created a movement to create a new earth. They were empowered to make change and empowered others to do the same. Whilst they went about their mission separately, they collectively had an impact on everyone they encountered. The ripple moved slowly and gained momentum where the changes to the earth could be seen and reflected in the skies above. The earth’s resonance changed not only our world but that of the other planets in the universe.
As they reunited one by one, their hearts were filled with love for each other and what they had achieved since they last met. Meadow Hut embraced their return as they took their seats and raised a glass. They were ready for their next mission.