Finding My House Atop a Mountain
A half dozen of us where scurrying up a rocky, boulder-strewn barren mountainside. The dense evening fog drifted off the ridge that rose maybe 2000 feet vertical. With danger definitely behind us, and likely ahead of us, we went quietly.
I had no idea who the others were but I suddenly had a premonition that I should get away from them. I gently slowed down and veered to the right. I noticed a bent piece of metal, a couple random objects, and a dead fig tree in the distance that kept pulling me to the right.
Adrenaline kept me going to recognize this had once been my old street that I lived on – but the remnants of the street had somehow been lifted to the top of this rocky summit. Why? What happened? What was going on? Where was I going? I was beyond confused.
I had to ignored my confusion and force my instincts to take over. I noticed some rocks that I was sure covered the entrance to my house when I lived on this street. But my house had been in a glorious valley by a river. Not on top of a rocky ridge.
Finding a Cave
I moved one rock, then instinct kicked in that I knew exactly what rocks to move to clear the entrance way yet keep it hidden. How did I know this? I went into the rocky crevice then pulled the rocks back resealing the entrance way.
I obviously had been on this path before. I don’t know when or why.
I had very little left in me. The pain from my wounds was rough but my extreme fatigue overpowered it. My brain couldn’t shake the fogginess and massive memory gaps.
I walked steeply down a path through the deep crevice that turned into a cave.
Being in a Hospital
Another memory suddenly flashed back to me. I had recently been in a hospital for surgery for a really bad injury with an extended recovery.
Suddenly a commotion at the hospital – maybe this was a few hours ago or a few days ago – not sure.
A young nurse got me up. She had me put my filthy tattered street clothes back on, and gave me a flashlight and a crisp white outfit to carry. She hurried me outside, pointing me to this ridge and said, “Leave. Go quickly. Try your luck on the mountain or maybe the other side. Be careful.” She was terrified.
She finally added that she could tell I was a Neutral so I should be OK. I had no idea what a Neutral was.
My Home Was Deep In the Cave
What was important right now as I entered the cave was that I had the hospital flashlight and a sense that I was going in the right direction.
The path kept descending steeply. Panic and frustration stayed at bay fortunately. Maybe they gave me some Benzodiazepines at the hospital before I was rushed out. I don’t know.
I descended not knowing where I was going, but feeling more comfortable with each step.
Finding My Cat
I heard a beautifully familiar meow from a distance. I whispered her name, and yes it was my cat named Billysky. She too had survived whatever had happened and she knew where to go to re-unite. But I could tell she wanted to save the reunion for later as she rapidly led me a long distance, all underground.
She stopped me at a point, and I saw that if I had kept going forward I would have fallen into an ugly debris field buried in this mountain. Instead she went through the smallest of a hidden crack and I followed, barely fitting, to find the last thing I expected to see.
Billysky and I had stepped into my living room. It was was in disarray, though the walls were still adequately standing. The cat led me around a corner and there was my bedroom, with my bed still made, though covered with dust and small debris. The whole experience was surrealistic.
Somehow or another, part of my house had survived mostly in tact as it ended up buried deep in a mountain. And the cat knew where it was. And apparently so did I.
I needed to sort this all out. But first I needed to lay in the bed and rest.
The cat showed me an underground spring that was bubbling up in the corner of my bedroom. I had to trust. I drank the water and cleaned myself and my wounds. I changed out of my street clothing and into hospital’s clean white outfit.
Index to Chapters in order:
- An Uncivil War
- An Uncivil War: Letting Wounds Heal
- An Uncivil War: Trust No One
- An Uncivil War: The Peculiar Situation With Cats
- An Uncivil War: How It Started
- An Uncivil War: Answers About Cats
- An Uncivil War: The Bombing Begins
- An Uncivil War: Coast To Coast
- An Uncivil War: In Leadership We Don’t Trust
- An Uncivil War: Peace At Last?