The Blue Light

These were shiny, brown in color and undamaged as if they were plucked off a bird just minutes ago. The vibrations were still strong. I happened to look up to notice a beautiful hawk sitting high upon a tree, gazing down upon me- inspecting the scene that was unfolding- as if to welcome me. I suddenly got this strange feeling he knew something I didn't. I felt as if he could read my thoughts. Thoughts floating aimlessly in this divine universe, thoughts not yet fixated in the human mind, but waiting. Waiting to appear and be made manifest. He studied me, in possible suspense of what might come next, all of which I had no clue. Attached to the top of the forked handle, was an outline of a square, with an X in the middle. In the center of this X was a hole. Now what gave this shape its sturdiness I haven't a clue. Bit it seemed to be covered with the same animal hide as the covering I had earlier unfolded. Tightly wrapped no seams noticeable. The X I had mentioned, upon closer examination, seemed to be hair of some unknown origin. It was braided and had been woven so as to leave a small hole in the center. A few colored markings were etched on the fabric. I couldn't decipher them. And tied to this woven hair, was a small pouch. The leather string was tight so as not to let out its contents. I pulled it open to find finely ground; multi colored flowers and herbs. The smell was very sweet but I couldn't put my finger on what the smell reminded me of. But most shocking of all, was the animal hide wrap, which blanketed the object as a blanket warms and protects a newborn baby. Having held the rattle-like object in my left hand, my right had the wrap. And on the inside of this wrap, was writing. Nine horizontal rows of figures I hadn't ever seen before. It certainly was not English. Didn't even resemble it. The vibrations were still there. A loud buzzing sound, heard only by me, echoed internally through out my entire body, as if it were an empty void, hollow and endless. It kind of tickled the inside of my ears. The black letters, if that's what I should call them, were etched so cleanly, so precise in proportion, so easily legible, if I hadn't assumed any different, I'd have thought that they were drawn there yesterday. These letters seemed to glow out at me. Yes, out at me. It was if they were ready to burst right off the skin, and into my mind where their true meaning, their true intentions would then be understood and then carried out. My eyes were captivated, glued to these dancing, quivering and sort of hypnotic figures. I some how knew they had a story to tell, and I was the chosen one to hear it. I decided to place the artifact back on to the skin and wrap it back up, as gently as a mother wraps her baby in a blanket, while out in the elements, on a cold winter's day. I took my daypack off my back and opening it; moved some items aside. I had a small bottle of water, a whole grain energy bar and a Stephen King novel. I found it very comforting to go into nature, experience the fresh air and mind calming sounds, and then scare the shit out of my self with a horror book.