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Clink, Clank, Rattle Rattle, Whoosh…

I was inspired to join this #blogbattle challenge by Sha’Tara’s submission. I mean, a maximum word count and a pre-chosen topic (loss) are the very definition of “challenging” to me as a writer! How could I resist? Lol! You can find out more about it, including how to enter yourself by going here:

https://blogbattlers.wordpress.com/2019/02/05/blogbattle-loss/

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Clink, clank, rattle rattle, whoosh…

Welcome, listeners, to this week’s edition of Conversations. I’m your host, Jules Seeker, and today we have a wonderful and unique guest with us. You’ve probably heard of her, and whether you love her or hate her, you’ve got to be at least a little curious about what all the commotion has been about. So without further ado, please help me welcome the infamous guru of our time, Ms. Elyssa Campton!

“Ms. Campton… Or may I call you Elyssa…?”

Call me whatever you like, Jules. Names and titles matter little to me.”

“Ok, then, Elyssa it is. You must be aware of the controversy surrounding you. Some say you run a dangerous cult, others claim you are a modern day savior. Which would you say is closer to the truth?”

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[laughing…] “And here I thought you were going to ask the tough questions, Jules! Or so says your reputation, anyway… But if you want to start out easy, I’m game.

“Which would I say is closer to the truth? Neither. And both.”

“I’m sorry, Elyssa, I don’t understand.”

“I don’t run anything, Jules, nor am I here to save anyone. Do I have a following? Sure. But I didn’t invite them, or in any way entice them. They choose to follow me, but I haven’t asked them to…

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“As to the modern day savior bit, I’d say people are giving me undue credit for the choices they’re making. Of course, they will, in time, also find a way to cast blame my way, when things don’t work out as they hope.”

“And you’re ok with this?”

“Does it matter? I have no control over others, good or bad. That’s my point. If they want to toss their power around, who am I to stop them?”

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“But… but… hmmm…

“Ok, let’s go in a different direction. If you could sum up the purpose of life in just one word, what would it be?”

[laughing again…] “Easy… Loss.”

“Loss?! Seriously?… I’m sorry, I just don’t understand.”

“Yes, loss. It’s simple, really. We’re born into this time and space complete and whole as individuals, and as we progress through days and weeks and months and years, we gradually lose it all…

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“Or so one would hope…”

“Umm… Well… Hmm…

“Ok, I admit it, I’m totally lost. I have no idea what you’re talking about, Elyssa! Care to explain that a bit more for myself and our listeners today?”

[a smile lifting her voice]… “Sure, I can do that, Jules.

“When I was born, I lost the security of my mother’s womb, being cast out into an uncertain world, overwhelmed by light and noise and fear…

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“When I was about a year old, I lost my mother. Or she lost me, depending on your point of view, I guess. After all, she was the one who abandoned me…

“When I was five, I lost my place in my family unit, being replaced by step siblings and relegated to the role of family bartender…

“When I was eight I lost my innocence because my drunk and lonely father often got confused, uncertain whether I should be his daughter or his wife…

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“Around that time I also lost my belief in justice, learning that no one really wants responsibility for protecting children from their abusers…

“By the time I hit thirteen, I saw potential slip away, as alcohol gradually replaced any desire to succeed…

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“When sixteen rolled around, I lost whatever integrity I had left; right and wrong have no place in the struggle to survive…

“And when that desire to live slipped quietly away, and Death became my most immediate goal, I learned that wanting anything was pointless and absurd. The Universe simply doesn’t care what I want, and life steals every hope away, twisting it into something unrecognizable…

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“Wow, Elyssa… That’s truly depressing! Why would anyone want to live like that? Why would anyone want to follow someone who believes that?!”

“Because everyone has experienced such loss in one way or another. If you’re honest with yourself, Jules, you’ll have to admit your life has been a series of losses, too.”

“Well… maybe, to some extent, but still…”

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“Christ! What is that annoying sound?!”

[laughing] “Oh that? Not to worry, Jules. That’s just the sound of marbles slipping (not so quietly) away…”

Dead silence…

“You’re crazy, Elyssa! Totally bat-shit crazy!!”

“Yep! And proud of it, thank you very much!”

“So… You don’t actually know anything about enlightenment, do you? Your whole gig is a lie, a con, a scam!”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that, Jules! Everything I’ve told you is the truth. What you choose to do with it is entirely up to you…

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“It’s true I’ve lost a lot, that everyone loses in life, but that’s hardly a bad thing. Because part of what we lose, repeatedly, is our sense of expectation and entitlement…

“And when all that is gone, our egos slip away, along with everything else that makes us different or special…

“And we are left with nothing…

“Nothing but the present moment. Nothing but the common element. Nothing but the purest essence of what we are created from…

“And that complete and whole individual we were born as disintegrates completely…

“Allowing us the freedom to be every person, place or thing, simultaneously and without contradiction…

“And that, my friend, is what we stand to gain from all those losses…”

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Silence…

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