William George

me and all within me I hear those whispers you’ve been
talking about.”

“Okay, remember to listen to those guiding whispers
and voice those whispers,” Beckon said.

“Thank-you, Beckon and Hope, for helping me help
myself. Farewell, my brother and sister.”

“Good-bye, brother, take care.”

Beckon and Hope left The Screamer Freed to walk his
path. He walked and sang in accompaniment with the
songs in the wind. The Screamer Freed danced down his
path. It was in that moment when music was more than
music, song was more than song, dance was more than
dance. For him everything started to look like bits and
pieces of a whole. The Screamer Freed continued his
journey with a different perspective. It was a feeling. He
felt a connectedness with the world around him.

“I believe I was born with this feeling. I'm so grateful
to have an opportunity to experience this feeling again. A
feeling I now know I pushed away.”

One step at a time. One foot in front of the other; he
made his way down the path. The Screamer Freed
stopped walking when he came to a giant shell; someone
else’s shell was lying in the middle of the path. He bent
down towards the shell and lightly tapped on it.

“Hello, is someone in there?”

“No! Go away! Everything is fine! Just fine I tell you!”

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