alternative futures: tug

a single drop of sweat rolled over each rib down the left of my chest and into the elastic band of my underwear. “nerves” didn’t begin to describe what my body was feeling.

elder nelson’s wisdom bubbled up in my mind: “I just kept thinking of my great great grandmothers. if they could live through what they lived through, I could survive this.”

just a few weeks earlier i had learned to hold time and space in room. i summoned a bit of qi and paused the room for just five seconds. sometimes elder brown called it “slowing down” or “getting under” the room.

even as i was freaking the fuck out, i knew the time would be useful. five seconds was all i needed.

5 seconds left.

i closed my eyes, leaned back in my chair, and shut out all my classmates and the teachers. i slowed my heart to 20 beats a minute and reached back as gently as i could. i extended my energy field backwards in time to my mom, jackie, and then the woman, the mother, who raised her, carrie. i always struggled with the gap between carrie and carrie’s mother but i had learned to cross that rift fluidly enough to do it quickly now. i reached back to carrie’s mother, whose name i may never know, and then to carrie’s grandmother.

4 seconds left.

i intertwined my energy into her aura and tugged. i felt the light blue energy flowing forward, through all these women in my life, and into my body.

3 seconds left.

i kept tugging, glad i didn’t need much more today. as i felt the energy pool in my belly fill up i started the process of acknowledging and thanking these powerful women.

2 seconds left. my great great grandmother’s glow dimmed just slightly.

1 second left.

i wonder how many more years i could keep drawing on this energy when i needed it. forever? it seemed not.

the atoms in the room slowly started vibrating again as i relaxed my control of the space. my heartbeat sped up to normal speed and the words flying across the room quickened from an exagerrated southern drawl to a regular southern drawl.

i raised my hand, high, even though i knew the teacher wouldn’t likely call on me to answer her question about the civil war… someday…

[see part 2…]


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