The Path of Enlightenment

A through-composed Novel by Christopher Moors

10. Something was unusual about the way Zoshu was feeling this evening. “Sleep….sleep I must sleep…” Z thought to himself, but his mind was running too fast. Ringing in his head was an incessant chime with a ‘drip, drip, drip’ of water as a constant in the background. Zoshu’s body lurched and he threw up the entire contents of his stomach. He lay down helplessly, and fell into a trance.

Iconography that Zoshu had seen in Egyptian hieroglyphs flashed before his eyes, but instinctively he knew the symbols were from a far more ancient culture. Vibratory echoes in the ether revealed that the Earthian influence was from Pleiadies but that even these angelic beings had been told the ancient truths which these symbols represent by someone or something else.

He looked down at his hands and was astonished to find that they were flippers. Shocked, he shook his head, gathered his wits and looked again. Still flippers! Strange bird-like sounds began floating in from far away. Tuning into these sounds Zoshu transported to the shoreline of an isolated island. He caught glimpses of the rainbow speckled Pocono birds that were making the magical music as he jumped again and again amidst the waves.

Assuming the full dolphin form, he headed out to sea, diving deeper in search of adventure. No longer ill, he was exhilarated and gaining dexterity with every leap. Building speed he broke the surface of the ocean and did a double back flip with glee. One by one other dolphins joined in the celebration of life.

For awhile they moved along in a happy herd, until confusion struck the group. A high pitch relentless whistle filled the water and their navigational abilities went awry. They scattered in every direction as fast as they could go. Zoshu dashed away too but the whistle was everywhere. Jumping out of the water provided momentary relief, but soon the dolphins all grew tired.

The sound made their brain’s boil. The pain became too much to bear any longer, so they regrouped and headed for the shore. Glancing peripherally at each other along the way they said their silent goodbye’s as they approached their sandy demise. A mother and her newborn child were the first to scoot into the dirt. Soon they were all landing and Zoshu was no exception. Breathing the sky’s air under the hot sun they all were gasping and in agony. A long slow death awaited them. Zoshu closed his eyes and gave up his struggle.

Falling quickly out of the dolphin body, the silver chord swung back bungee style and he landed harshly into his human body. Leaping out of bed he ran to the bathroom mirror breathing rapidly and still filled with anxiety. Slowly he relaxed as he realized that he was still alive and touching his face with his 5-fingered hands said a little alleluia to whoever might be listening on the other side.