Excerpt: Over the Mountains of the Moon

The smell of cedar and sage filled his nostrils. Jeff “Foxtrotter” Brodie inhaled again and cleared his mind. His mind’s eye obediently filled with grey mist, preparing for the quest. The woody taste of the incense rested on his tongue. The light from the large candle in front of him warmed his closed eyelids with its light. He allowed thoughts to drift from his mind. He allowed the muscles in his feet and crossed legs to relax. He shifted his focus to his hips and back, relaxing them. He then relaxed his chest and shoulders. His arms and hands dropped into relaxation next. Finally, he allowed the muscles in his neck, face and jaws to relax. The grey mist rested in his vision. He watched it, trying to suppress the anxiousness growing inside of him. Each flicker of an image caused his heart to flutter. The desire… the urge… the need to see her drove the energies inside him. He could almost see her warm smile, her golden locks of hair, her sparkling eyes. But those were memories, he needed her. He wanted to see her! His eagerness grew, surpassing his relaxation. The grey mist warmed into a bright gold. He felt the energies swirl around him. The auras in the room were echoing his emotion. His eyes shot open and he watched as the curtains of the hotel room swirled in the wind. The room glowed bright orange. The sheets were being lifted from the bed slightly in the energy storm. Bits of wrappers and refuse from the take out meal he had eaten not long before this session of a vision quest were now soaring in a spiral around him. He exhaled, releasing the energy as he got to his feet. The curtains relaxed, the sheets rested, the trash began to drop to the floor. Jeff sighed and picked up the bits of wrappers.