27039 and more to come

I wrote 301 words yesterday. But at least I wrote some. There were just too many other things to do. Now I have to go and sew a ballgown, but I have done some catching up.

Firstly, I took time to go back and read what I've done so far, because I lost the plot. At least the thread of it that was in my head. As I did so, I saved all the sections into separate files and created a master document. This seems like an incredible waste of time, but it had a productive end result. I was able to pick up the pieces and carry on writing.

I've been writing out of sequence, mainly because I just didn't know how to start the beginning of the middle, so I followed a sub-plot for a while. Today's exercise got me back to the beginning of the middle, and I wrote my favourite piece so far:

Greer wanted to repeat the triangle she had made before, to pull Marq and the soul mate together.

She sat down and straightened her spine. She began breathing through her crown. But when she tried to bring the silver cord into focus, the hatred just welled up inside her. It was no good. That hatred would send both T and Marq running.

She pulled back and cut off the link. This was no good. If she couldn't conquer this hatred somehow, she wouldn't be able to communicate with them at all.

What had the lightworker said? Meditate on green light, as a start. And find someone to love. Who would have thought it could be so hard?

How did one meditate anyway? Weren't you supposed to sit on the floor with your legs crossed in an anatomically impossible position, turn your fingers into circles and chant? That didn't sound like her cup of tea at all.

She brought an image of the light workers heart chakra into her mind. The clear deep green colour of the unfolding blossom. It was strange that these chakras had petals, but she could see them quite clearly.

She couldn't see her own chakra. She tried. She looked in the mirror, but just saw a body. She looked at her physical body, but couldn't see her own light.

She tried visualising the chakra instead. Tried to get an image of the blackness. How open was it? She settled for the same image as Carst's chakra. She tried colouring it black. OK, that worked. Now what? She tried draining the blackness out, but where would it go? If it drained out, it would drain into her other chakras. That wouldn't do.

She tried seeping it out the sides, but then it seeped into her aura and made her whole aura black, the way white clothes got soiled when you washed them with something black that wasn't colourfast. That wouldn't do either.

She pulled all the blackness towards the centre again, so it wouldn't contaminate anything else. How was she going to remove that dark evil that was tainting her very soul? What could she do?

Then she visualised green light coming down the centre channel. It came through the upper chakras cleanly, leaving no trace of its colour, and settled in her heart. The black acquired a greenish hue.

Ah, she said out loud. And breathed out blackness.

That wasn't what she meant, but she observed it with interest. She had meant to say, Ah, that's how you do it.

But now she saw her solution. She had a mouth.

She sat in her chair and straightened her spine. She put her feet on the floor, side by side, slightly apart. She rested her hands on her knees, open. She breathed in white light through the crown of her head and saw it flowing down her spine, through the chakras, aligning them nicely. She centred herself. She felt calm.

Then she breathed in green light through the crown of her head. She felt it touch each chakra in turn as it came down the path, then settled it in her heart. She breathed as much of that light in as she could, filling herself completely until her lungs were fit to burst, and then breathed out the blackness through her mouth.

She visualised her chakra now, becoming greener all the while. She concentrated. She thought about nothing except breathing in green through her crown, breathing out black through her mouth. Green in through the crown, black out through the mouth. Green in, black out. It became automatic, green in, black out, her attention entirely on her breathing.

She saw the child again. That child was part of the blackness she was breathing out. That child was the source of the evil within her. Oh how she loved that child! She could feel her black heart ache. But it was not a universal, selfless love. It was a selfish love, a love that turned her heart black. Green in, black out. Green in, black out. Not love at all, really, she could see that now.

Green in, black out.

Where did that love come from, she wondered?

Green in, black out.

She saw him. He was beautiful. A man with blue eyes that danced and flashed. He smiled at her, a smooth, dark, dark skin, a wide mouth revealing perfect teeth, sparkling white. He was tall, his body was well-formed with toned muscles, though not rippling power.

She trembled. She loved this man. She wanted this man. She wanted him badly. Every cell in her body screamed for him. It was all she could do to concentrate.

Green in, black out.

He reached out and touched her. She could see the desire in his eyes, she was the most beautiful woman in the world and only she could give him what he needed most. She could feel his hot breath on her skin, the touch of his lips against hers as his hand traced the outline of her spine, following the line of the chakras, following the rhythm of her breathing.

Black in, green out.

She moaned in quiet ecstasy. Yes. Yes. This is what she wanted, this is what she had been waiting for all these years. His touch, his love, it would change everything.

Black in, green out.