{"id":1814,"date":"2012-11-07T19:38:52","date_gmt":"2012-11-07T19:38:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/averral.com\/blog\/?p=1814"},"modified":"2012-11-08T20:15:42","modified_gmt":"2012-11-08T20:15:42","slug":"reveal","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.averral.com\/blog\/2012\/11\/reveal\/","title":{"rendered":"Reveal"},"content":{"rendered":"
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continuation. . . from I Met a Dancer <\/em><\/p>\n

. . .
\nAs I knelt crying on the ground
\nA mysterious figure appeared before me
\nShe was shrouded in a a green aura
\nShe smelt of incense, addictive like nicotine<\/p>\n

“My name is Reveal.” She opened her hands outright towards me.<\/p>\n

“Follow me, and I will show you the way.” I was confused by her appearance, yet, I crawled towards her with every remaining hope I have left in my weakened body and accepted her gesture, entrusting both my palms into her hands.<\/p>\n

When our fingers met, I felt a strange energy run through my body, a strange energy that made me feel powerful, a strange energy that is dark and murky green, surrounding my body in an auric field.<\/p>\n

“Listen, be strong. You can stand alone. You need no one.” She advised in a motherly tone. When I looked closer at her, she reminded me very much of my aunt, her hair, and softness, and kind voice. I looked at the scar on her arm, the very scar I have on me. That is when I realised – Reveal is the older version of me.<\/p>\n

“Stand up.” Reveal instructed kindly.<\/p>\n

I stood up very slowly, starting from my feet, to straightening my knees, and pushing one hand onto my leg for support, for a final push to straighten my posture. As I stood looking at her face to face, I reached out my hand to caress her neck… very tenderly I kissed her softly on her cheek… as I felt shivers of familiarity creeping on my skin… and gave her a hug.<\/p>\n

“Good girl. You belong to me now.”<\/p>\n

She hugged me tightly in her arms, as we both melted to the rising sun.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

continuation. . . from I Met a Dancer . . . As I knelt crying on the ground A mysterious figure appeared before me She was shrouded in a a green aura She smelt of incense, addictive like nicotine “My name is Reveal.” She opened her hands outright towards me. “Follow me, and I will […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[4],"tags":[],"yoast_head":"\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\t\n