In A World Of Darkness

You See What Your Senses Tell You To See

“What do you see?”
“Who are you?”
“It matters not. Answer the question. What do you see?”
“It’s too dark to see anything. I can’t even see my hand in front of my face.”
“How is it you assume you have hands? Or a face?”
“I just touched my fingers against the side of my face. I felt it.”
“Then you saw something.”
“No, I just told you. I touched my face. That’s how I know I have hands.”
“You still have yet to learn.”
“Learn? What are you trying to teach me? Where is this place?”
“This place has no specific where. This place is nowhere and everywhere. What did you see with your hands?”
“My hands don’t…”
“You have paused. You saw something?”
“I saw my face and fingertips brushing against my cheek.”
“So I am here in this world of darkness and the only way to “see” is by touch?”
“This is ridiculous. Let me out of here. I want to go home.”
“You are home. This is where you live for now.”
“In darkness?”
“How did I get here?”
“A part of you has always been here. The rest of you has just arrived.”
“This is crazy. Let me go.”
“You can come and go as you please. The decision will always be yours.”
“Then I want to leave now. How do I find the way out?”
“You cannot find the way out. Your experiences must lead you out.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You must learn to see.”
“But I can’t see anything. It’s too dark.”
“And yet you saw your face and fingertips.”
“No, I touched my face with my fingers.”
“Are you sure it was your hand?”
“I’m not sure of anything at the moment.”
“And yet you are certain an image formed in your thoughts. What was the image?”
“My face and fingers.”
“Yes. What do you hear?”
“You hear nothing?”
“That’s what I said, nothing.”
“You hear silence. But you are not listening to what the silence is telling you.”
“I can’t hear silence.”
“But you can. Even silence will speak to you if you listen. What do you hear?”
“Again, as I said. I hear…nothing.”
“Okay, I hear a quietness. It’s peaceful, calming.”
Yes. You have found that which is in you.
“Inner peace?”
“Yes. What do you smell?”
“I don’t know what that scent is. It smells old and bitter sharp and yet sweet at the same time.”
“What is it?”
“It is the essence of your life. What you smell is all of your life experiences that you have lived and those which you have yet to live. You have but to choose to taste them all again, give in to the experiences of them once again. This time you will have learned from them. The path you take will be easier as you will have learned. You will have become much wiser.”
“Am I dead? Is this Heaven or worse Hell?”
“You are not dead. You are waiting.”
“Waiting for what?”
“As have all who have come before you, you are waiting to learn.”
“So I must learn to see by touch, and smell? I need to learn to listen to the silence and find my inner peace? I have to learn to savor all of my life experiences and enjoy the taste of both the good and the bad in life? Learn those experiences? That’s how I’ll get home?”
“Yes. Only then will you experience this way out you seek.”
“How long?”
“How long?”
“Yes. How long will it take me to learn all this?”
“For some, it has taken a lifetime. For others never.”
“What about me?”
“You seem willing now to become a very quick learner. The time for you to leave is here. Are you ready?”
“Ready For what?”



“We’ve got a pulse! Sir, can you hear me?”

“Yes, yes I hear you.”

“Okay, sir, what’s your name?”


“Great Jim, listen, you're going to be okay. Just lay still and let us get a line into you okay? Then we’re going to get you on a gurney and get you to a hospital. We’re only three minutes away. They’re gonna take good care of you. Okay?”


“Welcome back baby. I thought I’d lost you. I just couldn’t go on living without you Jim.”

“Hey baby, was that your fingers you brushed against my cheek?”

“How did you know that?”

“I saw it.”

“How could you see anything baby? You were unconscious and…”

“I did. Trust me. While I was away I learned so much. So much to hear, and smell and taste and feel.”

“Shush baby. We’ll talk about it later.”

“Yes, later. Later I’ll teach you how to listen to silence.”

“That would be nice dear. For now, just rest and do what they tell you to do okay?”

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A published author enjoying married Texas bliss. Dog person living with cats. A writer of Henry James' stories. Featured In MuckRack. Top Writer In Fiction.

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