Soul Chamber: Chapter Four - Continued

Dreamtime


The longer I lived with the Hach Winik in this remote jungle settlement, the less I felt being on the fringe of their existence. At times I was not so self-assured in joining the effort of Hornsby to find the mythological Soul Chamber. Perhaps it was buried in the intrinsic consciousness of the Lacandon, like the ‘dreamtime’ that the professor was so skilled at interpreting. Hornsby had written:

Dreamtime reveals the common law that binds our biological selves to the ethereal cosmos, a multidimensional appearance pointed directed at a place in time to give the vision of destiny that is impossible for us to consciously manifest. Dreamtime is the secret doctrine of the indigenous, the origin of their strange mythological narrations that Western humankind has ignored with veracity. Dreamtime is meant to nurture humankind to be creator of their destiny, at the same time showing how the inevitable fatalisms that burden life must be overcome with heroic effort. Dreamtime is the voice of the ancestors.

I know why. Once the ancestors target your soul, you feel invisible footsteps following you, the whisper of voices always upon your thoughts. A lunacy creeps into your sense of being that makes your sense of time and space otherworldly. The thought of it caused a chill to run through me like an apparition’s spirit passing through the body.

The reason was that I had dreamed about the maelstrom of an earthquake destruction bursting through the pristine rainforest, striking down and mangling the sweet beautiful flesh of human souls. The fierce mysterious image of a sun blackened had been haunting me ever since.

And now, this nightmarish dream made me feel like a man pursued, looking back over his shoulder, at a truth that was too dangerous to pronounce. Its stark images murmured into my every daily thought now. I kept brushing it aside, burying it in hopes that the trouble it foretold would fade, through the course of daily distractions.