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Short Story: When We Leave Home for Another Place

Tim Truzy is a poet, short-story author, and he is currently working on several novels.

O what a beautiful sky!

O what a beautiful sky!

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.

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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.

A cup of tea will help most of us get going.

A cup of tea will help most of us get going.

“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.”

Earth speaks to us in many ways.

Earth speaks to us in many ways.

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.

Like water, we are always moving.

Like water, we are always moving.

“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.

Cloudy days lead to sunny ones.

Cloudy days lead to sunny ones.

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