Lost: Two metal round chimes connected by a leather cord, left at Legion Park in North Everett around July 18th.
These chimes are filled with my own unique spiritual energy and are not likely to resonate with someone other than myself, though the chimes themselves will determine that, of course. I had been using them with a group of friends in the park at a gathering to bring healing energy to this ailing earth. When I woke from my blissful meditation state I found that the chimes were no longer hanging from the tree near me and my friends were gone as well.
I have spoken to all of the attendants at the event. They did not wish to disturb my bliss and left when their own energy called them to do so. None of them noticed that the chimes were missing. The missing chimes could be the result of a misguided individual who noticed their innate beauty. If that is the case I hope the chimes will generously heal your errant soul and lead you to return them to me. (No questions asked) It could be that the psilocybin-aided meditation had me misplace the chimes. I cannot know for sure. What I do know is that the chimes and I are engaged in urgent unfinished spiritual work together. Your kindness in returning these powerful resonators will not go unrewarded on the spiritual plane. Please be assured of and gain peace from that truth.
— DanielSouthGate
These chimes are filled with my own unique spiritual energy and are not likely to resonate with someone other than myself, though the chimes themselves will determine that, of course. I had been using them with a group of friends in the park at a gathering to bring healing energy to this ailing earth. When I woke from my blissful meditation state I found that the chimes were no longer hanging from the tree near me and my friends were gone as well.
I have spoken to all of the attendants at the event. They did not wish to disturb my bliss and left when their own energy called them to do so. None of them noticed that the chimes were missing. The missing chimes could be the result of a misguided individual who noticed their innate beauty. If that is the case I hope the chimes will generously heal your errant soul and lead you to return them to me. (No questions asked) It could be that the psilocybin-aided meditation had me misplace the chimes. I cannot know for sure. What I do know is that the chimes and I are engaged in urgent unfinished spiritual work together. Your kindness in returning these powerful resonators will not go unrewarded on the spiritual plane. Please be assured of and gain peace from that truth.
— DanielSouthGate
You are definitely from the Left Coast and I absolutely love this.
ReplyDeleteYour stories each have their own unique energy. Beautiful tales with fully drawn characters in neatly wrapped packsges. Wonderful read. Dude...I hope you get your chimes back....
ReplyDeleteI'm for the "psilocybin" explanation. But then, maybe someone will come forth "when their own energy call[s] them to do so..." I'm sympathetic to this character, but I, too, would have left early... ---Macoff
ReplyDeleteagreed......
DeleteDefinitely a California take. Believe this can happen for sure. Always enjoy your characters , Daniel!
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