UNEDITED
The Etheric Dimension
The numbness was ever present. The darkness a cocoon of protection against the pain of remembering.
The guilt building up over the days, weeks, months, years and decades of selfishly resting in the knowledge which pleasured his soul.
She was out there.
His connection to her feeding the emotional craving his heart needed filled.
Until the pain.
The pain he felt through the connection within the womb of Etheric energy his body was using to repair itself.
His eyes snapped open to see nothing, clearly. Then, the Grayness, a void as he turned his head first left, then right as his eyes adjusted and focused. Finally, he looked down at this body. He frowned, he was naked the day he was born.
Worse, he was hairless.
He slowly stood up off of the ground, feeling the little crystals that had been clinging to his back evaporate. He was, he admitted as he turned, looking in all directions, clueless.
The shock of pain that had jolted him from his mental stupor was receding into the grayness itself.
Was the pain real, or had he imagined it? The man stood in the mist and waved his hand through it. Like a fog on a New England coastline, it swirled in the light. Neither transparent nor solid, it merely created eddies of diffusion. Candy to his eyes.
He frowned, like the calories from candy, they didn’t help him one damned bit.
He turned around and considered what he remembered from the dreams, from the nightmares.
His eyes drew together into a mask of concentration. Piecing together the remnants of a time before his sleep, his eyes flashed once, twice, then three times red and on their third time they stayed red.
Now, the fog in front of swirled, and the glow from his eyes twisted the area around him, pushing a new color into the gray.
He turned his head, his mind seeking back to the time, the time when life wasn’t strictly Honor, Responsibility and Loneliness.
The time of the woman. The woman he felt still, in his soul, the connection he had strong here in this … He looked around, this Etheric Dimension. He had been here before.
With her.
She had…has; he corrected, black hair and a sharp tongue.
He smiled, the first time in how long he couldn’t know. Her name would come back to him. He did remember her sarcastic and occasionally caustic verbal skills.
She was a fighter! She was the one… The one who had made him desire to live again, and now a second time she brought him back from being a dead man, living.
He started walking, taking determined steps unerringly towards where he needed to get out of this dimension and return to Earth.
He had the promise to keep. While he might not remember the details, he was sure he wasn’t going to accomplish his promise in this place.
No, He needed to step out into the world of the humans again and find her.
His sense of honor demanded it.
He slowed his walk, feeling the rightness of the location he had come upon as being the entrance he had used so long ago to escape the pain. Now, he needed to figure out how to leave this dimension.
His eyes flashed brightly a fourth time, a glee written in the shadows that fell across his face.
Her name was Bethany Anne.
FROM MICHAEL >>> If there was ever a time the World needed Michael back, it is now. One hundred and fifty years after Bethany Anne and the Etheric Empire have left to take the fight to the Kurtherians ‘out there’, the Earth has devolved…
Justice has reached across the dimensions and chosen a savior…a Messiah… to stop the injustice on Earth.
She who is blind, is bringing back he who is not.
The Dark Messiah will release on Christmas Day, 2016!
If you would like to read a little about Michael early, he appears in the last couple of chapters of Justice Is Calling, a collaboration with Justin Sloan we are writing which will release on December 8th. You can read about and Pre-Order that book, HERE