It’s the same every time I write. Characters talk, I listen. Katie whispered in my ear first. Then slowly, but surely Wes began to open up. Tommy finished loud and clear. These three beautiful and dynamic characters were the captains of this ship as they set sail in the sea of my mind and this story quickly became anchored in my soul. I love them. I love what they told me. I love where they came from. I love where they went.
This story intrigued me because it deals with three controversial issues that are addictive to me – psychology, spirituality and love. The mind is…for a lack of better words…mind blowing. It's so complex that it often can’t be explained. Can’t be unlocked. Can’t be restored. There is no end to what a person can accept as the truth, no matter how far fetched the story may seem to the outside world. No matter how unrealistic it seems to those looking in, it's the only reality they know, therefore becoming just that…their reality.
It has always amazed me how spirituality can either have a lasting positive or negative effect on a person, depending on how the hands teaching the lesson use their power to sculpt the mind of the student. The roots of negative spiritual teachings are sometimes so deeply rooted in who we are as people, that no amount of weed killer or truth, which ever you prefer, can rip them away from the crippling effect they have on their victims.
The lengths a person will go to protect someone they love can be surprising. There are no boundaries. There is no mountain too tall to climb. No river too wide to swim. They are so determined to be the hero, the savior, the protector that they sometimes, just sometimes, cross the line into being a crutch for the problem, rather than the solution. Or quite possibly, they are so determined that they don’t see they are the problem.
Katie and Wes and Tommy are beautiful, threatening and powerful in this story. Take their journey. You might be amazed at what you think once the credits roll. What will be the truth your mind unlocks about this mystery?
- Lance R. Marshall