Welcome to my seemingly endless journey.
A trip that will take you to places I might have visited many moons ago.
It´s a tale that came back to me when I meditated on one of my past lives. A life I told you about in my unbelievable true story.
As promised in that story I will now share this story with you.
Chapter 41
"Martio, now that Rech is asleep, can we talk?"
"Of course something is wrong," I ask. "No, not by a long shot. It's just that I've been dreaming about a girl for a few nights."
"There is nothing strange about that, you have reached that age gradually."
"I think so too," says Numico, "but is it true that you keep dreaming about the same girl?"
"Is it someone from the village, someone for whom you feel something special? Someone you miss?"
Numico shakes his head. “No, that would make more sense, but I'm sure I don't know her. But time and time again she is there in my nocturnal subconscious. She wears white, like that of the roses, with veils around her face. Everything is covered, only her eyes are visible."
Numico looks wide awake although his story sounds like a dream indeed; "Her eyes, I can't picture them in the morning, and at night they make me melt. It's like she's surrounded by smoke. In the whole picture, there is nothing but the smoke and this girl in white.”
“Well,” I start, “if I were you I'd make sure I got enough sleep,” I joke.
Numico laughs.
“No, it is not strange to dream about women and the intimate moments with them,” I continue. “But it is common for these to be familiar and often varying images, not always the same person. If I understand correctly, you doubt whether it is a fantasy or a vision, don't you?"
Numico nods, “It is sometimes difficult to tell the difference. But knowing you, in combination with the repetition, it doesn't seem like just a dream to me."
Numico sighs: “I was afraid of that too.”
We are silent, the peace that the tree gives me causes such relaxation that I feel like closing my eyes for a while.
The village burns, flames rise and hooves rumble past the flame-eaten wooden barracks. The black shadows race furiously through the village, their sabers bared and menacingly outstretched at anything that moves.
The blades of their sabers occasionally reflect the flames. It seems then that their arms hold a fiery whip. A deadly whip also becomes apparent when someone collapses next to me. When I look at the ground I see that his head is only attached to his neck by a few tendons. A jet of blood is pumped from the neck several more times before the heart realizes that its owner has died.
As I avert my gaze, a beautiful song fills the air, a voice as clear as only a young woman can possess. So thin and yet so fresh that it penetrates you like a gust of wind. It creeps into your head and continues to resonate within you.
The reverberation lingers in my mind and momentarily distracts me completely from the terrible situation in which I find myself. When I try to realize that I am in danger and should not be distracted, I feel myself being carried away by the voice again.
I quickly look around to warn the singer of the seriousness of the situation. The sound can not come from far away. Yet I cannot see her in the maze of people, who seem to flee in all directions.
It gets closer, the voice, the singing, closer and closer and I lose my grip on the situation. Then I float away on the soft sounds, like on a cloud that takes me to heaven. I allow it, I am unable to resist. I close my eyes. I'm floating.
When I open my eyes again, the sound is still there. The beautiful singing may sound further away, but it is still there.
My hand rubs the bridge of my nose to remove a strand of hair from my face. Ahead it looks like Numico, he´s on top of a hill with his back to me. Hands behind his back staring into the distance.
Now it is Rechmana who urges me to leave the young man alone. His hands make something clear to me, but at first, I don't understand. When he depicts bulges at chest height, everything starts to fall into place.
The song, slowly fading away, belongs to this lady, or this girl that Numico is looking at. She must have just passed here and apparently, Numico has followed her. He may even be slightly hypnotized by her voice and perhaps even by her appearance. It makes me curious.
Pointing to my eye and then to Numico, I make it clear to Rech that I still want to take a look at what is capturing our young friend's gaze so intently. Calmly I walk towards Numico, who is still staring motionless into the distance.
When I arrive next to him I see a girl at the foot of the hill. Her clothes are torn and look seriously outdated. A piece of cloth tied around her head holds her hair in place. On her back she carries a huge bunch of branches and her arms are stretched over her head and hold a large jug.
I can't get a better picture of her at this distance. But that voice is just mesmerizing. Apparently, Numico thinks so too, because when I put a hand on his shoulder he startles as if he woke up from a light sleep.
He looks at me. “Did you hear that,” he asks. “I even dreamed about it,” is my reply.
It comes out funnier than intended and Numico laughs. “That voice is hardly human anymore, I was completely taken aback. All I could think about was that I wanted to hear that voice and keep hearing it.”
"Is that her," I ask curiously, hoping to solve the mystery of Numico's dreams. He shakes his head. “She didn't wear white, no veils and I just saw a glimpse of her eyes, they weren't the right eyes. They're pretty, but these eyes look sad despite their beauty. This girl is sad, even those beautiful she sings are filled with this sadness.”
Now that Numico says it I realize it too, the beautiful thin sound, which vibrates as if tears are running down your cheeks. When Numico looks at me I can even see the traces of those tears still visible on his cheeks. They are not his tears, these tears come from the beautiful voice of this mysterious young woman.
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