Tim Truzy is a poet, short-story author, and he is currently working on several novels.
When We Leave Home for Another Place
Natasha stretched getting out of bed. While looking out the bedroom window, she thought what a spectacular morning. She had just moved to her new apartment a week ago in the town where she would attend the University. Her parents were sad to watch her leave, but they lived only a few hours away. Besides, Robert was there, and what a spectacle he put on last night.
Knowing the young man was at the University sealed Natasha’s decision to apply there, and fortunately, gain admission. Although the same age as Natasha, Robert was years ahead in influence and wealth. Robert ran a powerful political group and had brought together politicians from across the world for a conference at the school. At the student union, the politicians almost came to blows, screaming and shouting about who would launch nuclear weapons at the other. Everyone was shouting and anger was in the air all night. Hearts were draped in dark foreboding flames.
She seemed to have forgotten something about the night, but this morning, Natasha was focused on the refreshing light of the sun.
She turned and looked at the dress she had laid out over her chair, and walked smoothly over to it. She could have sworn she had put out pants, but it didn’t matter. She slipped into the dark dress with flower patterns, and smiled. She faced the mirror, amazed at her long black hair, a freckle she once had was gone, and her once imperfect eyelashes seemed corrected somehow while she slept. She was pleased.
Natasha washed her face and headed down stairs. She could hear the tea kettle whistling, like the wind through the trees outside. She knew her mother had made her some tea with milk and sugar, the way she loved it. Then she thought: wasn’t mother at home?
She wondered why now her apartment had stairs – nice, white marble, clean stairs. Wasn’t her place all on one floor?
She went into the kitchen, and noticed her mother sitting there. Or was it her father? The image wasn’t stable. It seemed to shift. Natasha decided she needed to see a doctor.
“Sit,” A voice said which sounded like her dad and mother simultaneously. “Have a cup of tea.”
The young lady sat at the familiar table, one which she knew was in her family’s dining room. She said, “Mom, didn’t I have new furniture? Why is your favorite table here?”
The image of the person before her changed again, becoming her brother. Quietness seized the room; Natasha was a bit afraid.
She noticed for the first time, a golden glow, radiating from the person in front of her. She looked at her brown skin, recognizing the glow was all around her too.
She was worried, her voice shaking, “Am I sick? Who are you? Where am I?”
The being in front of her simply poured and handed her a cup of tea. “Don’t worry, Natasha. You are safe. I’m not going to hurt anyone. Like you said, I’m Mom.”
Suddenly, an elderly graceful lady with long silken grey hair appeared. She had the poise of a queen, Natasha noticed.
“We are going home. We are leaving.” She said in a sad voice.
Natasha knew this was true in every way. She felt something related to last night.
Arguments. Fist fights outside of the student union. Threats issued. Ominous promises made.
“They did it? Didn’t they? They blew up the world?” Tears raced from Natasha’s eyes. All of those people gone now.
“Yes,” the old lady said, “I tried to neutralize as many of the nukes as I could. But I didn’t have enough flyers. They couldn’t shoot all of the warheads down. I know love well, but not enough about war, Natasha.” the lady was sobbing as well.
Then, it struck Natasha. She recalled reading a piece somewhere about UFO’s showing up at nuclear installations. The weapons at those sites in the United States and Russia would be deactivated at those times. Many suspected the craft of doing that to the weapons. No one knew where the craft came from.
After a few moments of reflection, Natasha asked, “Why am I still alive?”
The graceful lady stood, “My young lady, like I said, we are heading home. Earth was a temporary residence anyway. I’ve been there several billion years. I knew eventually humanity would make the same choice it’s made repeatedly. I knew I would have to move, taking all loving essence in the world with me. That’s you and the others.”
Natasha spoke excitedly, recognition setting in, “You’re Mother Earth. You are the planet’s consciousness. You are responsible for the UFO's!”
Natasha recalled reading stories of how Native People in different parts of the world always thought Earth was alive. She remembered reading about the deep rumble which is heard sometimes from the oceans, referred to by sailors as the beating heart of the planet. Natasha wondered how many times have this being moved throughout the universe taking what had evolved into humanity.
Maybe that explained so many pass life episodes occurring with some people. Perhaps, on other worlds, mankind evolved to other sentient beings. But there was permanent recall written in the soul.
“Yes,” Mother Earth smiled, “that’s who I am. Every drop of water, every molecule of air, all of the minerals – part of my need to seek out and understand the universe. Remember the flowers you loved as a child? I made sure they grew along with you.”
Natasha remembered the glorious flowers from the meadow of her childhood.
“Am I the only one, Mother Earth? Where are the others? My parents My friends? Even Robert?” Natasha asked nervously.
“Some made the transition, Natasha. Others who had animal-like tendencies did not. I only could gather those who searched for something better, like you.” Mother Earth explained, sitting down.
Natasha recalled her science studies. Energy could not be destroyed only transformed. “I believe my soul is indestructible. I understand that. Am I an energy being now? Those who couldn’t change became what?”
“Since there need for territory was great, they remained, like rocks, stuck to the surface.” Mother Earth grimaced. “It was painful.”
Natasha thought about this for a while, staring into the lady’s deep brown eyes. Earth was saving those wanting love. She certainly wanted to fall in love with a person like Robert. But what if he didn’t make it? Would she see him again?
As if reading Natasha’s mind, Mother Earth picked up her cup of tea and drank it slowly. She said, “You will not miss those who didn’t make it. Loving something is also forgetting. It is part of His Mercy. As we approach our new destination, energy will again combine. We will prepare for the next journey.”
“What next journey?” Natasha was fidgeting. She was concerned her journey would never end, forever drifting.
“Time is full of streams.” Mother Earth said, sitting down her cup of tea, gazing at Natasha with compassion, “Even as I speak with you I am talking to the billions of souls that are in this cloud ship. Although it seems like hours have passed, it has only been minutes. We are heading to Sol. From there we will wander again. We started from Sol. Therefore, it is to the sun we return.”
In Natasha’s mind, a waterfall took shape. She saw water evaporating, going to the clouds, then falling to land. She visualized water traveling through the waterfall back to the ocean.
Mother Earth continued, “Sol will travel once more, probably leaving the Milky
Way. Sol will head where ever the Divine Creator directs. Mankind, in whatever shape he takes in the next stage, will begin his search anew. I can’t flush out all of the impurities of environment and greed, but I can keep on loving the children of my essence, the children of Creation.”
Mother Earth stood and walked over to Natasha. “Now, dear child, it is time for you to sleep until we reach another home. You will forget this, but you will still feel His love. You are mine, and I am from Sol. We all belong to God. He will guide us again. Rest, Natasha.”
She hugged Natasha and they both dissolved back into the mighty cloud ship in route to the sun.
Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on June 29, 2020:
Most people would like to believe one day we will leave our planet for faraway stars. In the meantime, NASA is working on the Artemis program, designed to take mankind back to the moon. Astronauts will travel in the Orion command capsule and conduct research on Earth’s satellite. The plan is to try to land a manned-vehicle on the moon by the year 2030. There is an explorer in every person, and this is another great step for humankind. Thanks for the visit.
Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on March 24, 2020:
Even as we plan to visit the red planet in vehicles designed for humans, I wonder looking back from out there, will we begin to think differently about our own planet and seek to take care of it.
Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on February 23, 2019:
Agreed, Tamara. Providing we survive our stage at this junction in our existence, we could do great things. Thanks for dropping by and sharing your thoughts. I appreciate it.
Much respect and admiration to a talented writer,
Tamara Wilhite from Fort Worth, Texas on February 23, 2019:
I think we will end up spread across our solar system. I don't know if we'll be able to cross interstellar distances, though "seed ships" like those in Arthur C. Clarke's "Songs from Distant Earth" are feasible.
Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on November 29, 2018:
You are welcome, my creative colleague,
Thank you for visiting my story and commenting.
As long as you continue to create wonderful works that challenges us to reach out more while knowing who we are as humanity, then I have good authors' works to read to keep me motivated.
Much respect and admiration,
Rinita Sen on November 28, 2018:
Great concept, and one with multiple things to ponder. The concept of love being more powerful than war, Mother Earth saving her children for the umpteenth time, and the hope that the journey will continue to better places, all have been strung together deftly in this story.
Thank you for directing me to this wonderful piece of your work, Tim.
Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on October 06, 2018:
Your comment means much to me.
I agree, friend. Hopefully, those of us who have the courage to love can reach those who do not.
Much respect and admiration,
Venus Mary from Panamá on October 05, 2018:
A very interesting story, Tim. Natasha is elevated to the supreme light, and part of humanity, all people in spirit. I loved the mystery that you project in this story about the life of the protagonist and the characters allied to our mother earth and her thoughts in relation to the actions of humanity.
Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on September 27, 2018:
Thank you for your kind thoughts and I truly share your perspective.
There is nothing wrong or disagreeable in your view. Actually, I believe that is exactly what many of the prophets have tried to share with us. Often, I question Christians, for instance, who are from different denominations. I ask: "Since there is only one Christ, why do you think there are so many denominations?"
The answers range from greed to misunderstandings to the others are fraudulent.
I ask: "Then, wherein lies the greatest commandment of love? Shouldn't it supersede anything else?" I have yet to not receive silence. Love with restrictions isn't love at all.
In any case, thank you for being right on the mark with this story, Lora. You are astute, and I'm honored you have contributed to these comments.
You are encouraging and inspiring.
I'm humbled and flattered.
May peace always be with you,
Much respect and admiration,
Lora Hollings on September 26, 2018:
A very intriguing and thought provoking story Tim! I feel a greater peace within myself as a result of reading your wonderful article of fiction. You bring up a fascinating point- a question of destiny and if the consciousness of the universe (which many people equate with God) will determine our future fate or is it just a matter of mankind’s vices- his greed for material wealth, land, possessions, and his inability to really love or care for other beings and our beautiful planet) which will ultimately determine our fate? And will all beings go down as a result of the ones who are so disposed to care about material wealth at the expense of our humanity and what we think of as the souls of our being? I, too, tend to think that our souls have a separate existence; that they are a separate entity and if our egos don’t get in the way, will continue to evolve into a higher state of consciousness, and becoming more like the source of our being- this life force, the consciousness of the universe, and part of the powerful light of divine truth, understanding and peace. I hope that this will be the fate of mankind to continue his journey of understanding and becoming a true emissary of love. Thank you for writing this fascinating story that really takes us on a soulful journey!
Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on September 26, 2018:
Thank you, Ms. Dora,
I've always figured our God created a world for us that is forgiving of us even when we don't forgive each other. He is love, as we both know, so anything He created can only be loving, I suppose. That was my thinking for making Mother Earth such a caring creation.
Not to mention, reading insightful works by deep thinkers and writers such as yourself helped to shape Mother Earth in this story.
Thank you again for your thoughtful contribution.
Much respect and admiration from me for such a prolific and kind writer,
Dora Weithers from The Caribbean on September 26, 2018:
You made Mother Earth so understanding and comforting. Some things to think about. Good read!
Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on September 25, 2018:
Thanks for the comment. I've been in the process of reading some novels by James Rollins, particularly, the Sigma Force stories. Currently, while reading the "Judas Strain," one of those books, the idea of how so many things we ignore can come back at us takes center stage. Although Rollins' novels are teeming with GI Joe stories on testosterone, they do have plenty of science and things to think about in their pages. That was the catalyst for this work" Can we survive our own arrogance?
I'm glad you dropped by because I'm glad to share with you that now, I know more about Christmas Isle then I ever thought I would.
Much respect and admiration to a gifted poet,
John Hansen from Gondwana Land on September 23, 2018:
A very different story here, Tim. I like the idea of Mother Earth being a living entity. I have always tried to live in harmony with nature and so enjoyed this whole concept. Good job.
Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on September 22, 2018:
But your stories are always written with insight and wisdom as well.
This story came about when I stumbled across an alternative idea in which some scientists believe our Sol may not have formed in a nebula, but rather was captured from another galaxy by the black hole at the center of the Milky Way. I wondered: Was Sol really captured? What if our Sol is a traveler and we are traveling with our sun?
This story also acknowledges those spiritual people around the world who understood over time the importance of harmony with Mother Earth for our survival.
Thanks for taking your valuable time out to read this composition.
Ioannis Arvanitis from Greece, Almyros on September 22, 2018:
Amazing story my dear brother! Amazing and it could be one of my stories too, no so well written though! It has all the knowledge in the right way and all connected with Love! Thank you for giving us the opportunity to read it and enjoy it!
Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on September 20, 2018:
Thank you, Pamela,
I truly enjoyed writing this one. There's so much we can do to prevent our demise, but it starts with love. We have the capacity, but I wonder sometimes if we have the will. I know love is the toughest thing in the world to do in some instances, but if love was easy, God wouldn't have had to send us so many teachers throughout our existence. Besides, I learned a long time ago, the highest form of any martial art is to make an enemy your friend. Then, you never have to fight.
I'm glad you liked the story. The hugging in the cloud idea came from me sitting outside and enjoying the weather a few weeks ago. I thought: wouldn't it be wonderful if we could have warm embraces from those who love us while viewing down on Earth? I do hope we travel to the stars someday, too.
Much respect and admiration,
Pamela Oglesby from Sunny Florida on September 20, 2018:
I really liked the story, and a nuclear end to huanity may occur. I liked the sweet way the story ended, and I hope our time on earth is temporary.
Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on September 19, 2018:
Thanks for dropping by. I appreciate your comment.
In fact, I had just spoken to my friend from Peru who shared with me some of the ancient views on Mother Earth before I wrote this. Very perceptive on your part.
Much respect and admiration for another talented and prolific writer from me,
You and Eric, like other HP writers, are very insightful.
Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on September 19, 2018:
I agree, Eric. Fleeing violence takes many from their homes. I like that you mentioned the dinosaurs. I hope we are a bit smarter. They couldn't help going extinct. Perhaps, we will not cause our own extinction.
I appreciate you reading and taking your valuable time to comment.
Much respect and admiration from me to a prolific and talented writer,
FlourishAnyway from USA on September 18, 2018:
This reminded me of the spiritual views that were shared with me by several people when I traveled to Peru. I loved the story and the views of earth as a spiritual force.
Eric Dierker from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A. on September 18, 2018:
I enjoyed your questions.
Other, because of all of the above. Fleeing violence is a trip.
Of course man is not going anywhere until he has been here as long as the dinosaurs. Maybe longer. So of course the stars are not the limit.
A cloud ship is cool.
Tim Truzy (author) from U.S.A. on September 18, 2018:
This story is not a reflection of my spiritual views. It is merely a fictional tale. Any resemblance to people or places real or imagined is coincidental.
Primarily, I was inspired to write this story after watching a documentary in which military personnel reported that UFO's frequently visited nuclear weapons installations in which the devices of mass destruction were often turned off. No one yet has found a base from which these craft come from. Second, I also thought about how many Native cultures of the past (Incas, Aztecs, Mayas, etc.) worshiped the sun. I pondered what come we have missed in our arrogance?
In addition, scientists have recently reported that the "heartbeat" of the Earth is believed to be the movement of the oceans, but that is still debatable.
In essence, Love is the ultimate power in the universe from a God of Love. Therefore, I figured we may be missing something altogether.
Scientists believe there could be a different basis of life in our universe. Along with the familiar "carbon tree," scientists suspect moons around some of the planets may have a "tree" built upon methane.
Human beings, which are fundamentally carbon based beings, may miss these older forms of life. What if they have to save us from ourselves?
Thank you for reading and commenting on this story.