R.A. Feller
When I was a boy I liked to go on many adventures hiking up and down the Hudson River. It was during these times of exploration in the woods, coming upon old abandoned buildings, land and rock formations; along with a variety of vegetations and animal life. I became attracted to uncovering the truth about things.
In this book I test the properties of truth as the story of Calington Castle continues. Observations as treasures come alive as they are the experiences I’ve had within my own life. A never ending path of excitement waits around every turn. As learning new things is an adventure for us all. There is a challenge when the truth is unfolded before us, for here we are tested to examine it a fresh each new day. For me it guides a course as a reference point of stability in an ever changing world.
It is important to have a right notion of order, one in which a pattern will hold the fabric of a society together. Only an enemy would want to unravel it to suit their own chaotic purposes, for when there is disruption in a person they in turn disrupt others.
R. A. Feller spends much of his time trying to keep things simple to experience an honest life, one which is real within stability. After growing to overcoming a reality with many falsehoods he has become centered in a position of peace. This is where he gains insight into the gift he has for writing. It is apparent there is a fresh ness in his style of writing. In clarity he keeps examining the underpinnings which hold all together in the balance of life.
It is a warm late morn, a hot kind of day. The leader of the tribe of Nomads is gathered together with his men. The tribesmen motion to their chief,
“Kelth, over here!”
There is a crowd gathered around little Hinsey, whom Kelth in his stature makes his way to.
His first in command, Cetchem, a large burley man, steps aside to a relieved looking father who makes his way through his fellow Nomads.
“Thanks to eagle spirit, you find him Cetchem!”
But fear takes hold of Kelth, as he realizes his son is not moving. He gently turns his little one, who lay face down on some rocks near the water’s edge, on a streambed nearby the road.
All look on, see the boy’s now pale face, and a strange little bottle is noticed clenched in Hinsey’s right hand.
The stunned look on Kelth’s face draws Cetchem into his good friend’s grief saying,
“Let us leave here!”
“It better if pluck out my heart!”
“It no good us be here, snake spirit may be about.”
“Who do this to son shall pay with life!”
Another tribesman speaks out, Nadar a lanky man, who is a tracker, “Could be, one tribesman, Old Orth?”
“No! Not be quick to judge, perhaps what one wants us believe.”
“Best bring before their council at once.”
“You right Cetchem, still no self. Customs now keep me in place to prevent war.”
Misu, another from Kelth’s tribe loses control, “Customs,” taking up a spear, “We kill Orthians now, I want river of blood.”
Cetchem quickly steps in front of him and takes away his spear, “Not way of great spirit. We no under attack people lambs before us now.”
Kelth looks over towards his son, “Perhaps no all.”
A third Nomad named Pinto speaks out, “Hinsey known get in things, we soon forget?”
lost their consciousness’, it would be no match for us. We must come together under the Great One’s banner now otherwise later may never come.”
In the midst of their discussion my eyes behold a strange looking fruit. It glistens in the sunlight which breaks through the leaves of the tall trees. It is a peculiar sight, for in its blackness it has an oddity about it, in a way that it is beautiful. Now within my reach I find myself in a trance, as a voice enters my mind, which seems to bring some most wonderful thoughts as I smell this fruits aroma, “If it smells this good imagine what its flavor must be like.”
I dismount my horse and pick straight way what appears to be the only fruit on the tree as it beckons to me. Its scent is syrupy sweet, an aroma so enticing that I bite into it to receive its taste as my prize until only the pit is left. Oh no, the outcome was not as I had planed. For now I am dizzy and cannot find my way to a clear perception, everything has gone blurry.
Suddenly my eyes spy a door on the side of one of the larger trees. “What a curious sight!” I think to myself. Wait! Was it there all the time, or just when I bit into the fruit did it appear?
This door opens now as if to call me by name. I am unsure at first, but I become enthralled in the mystery of what lie beneath the darkness of its world, I cannot resist its appeal any longer. Edward and the other men have disappeared in their discussion so I venture on to the opening of the tree. Oh what’s happening? Upon entering the darkness of this world I am not able to find my way out. Now unable to focus I am hindered from making choices. It seems as though I need someone to make them for me, as I’ve now lost the ability to make choices for myself.
Edward, in the midst of the discussion turns to ask me a question and discovers I am missing. Then Upon seeing my horse without its rider he calls out to me, “Albert! Albert, where are you?” Upon hearing no response, Kelth and his men call out to me as well. Shock waves open Edward’s eyes to my loss until finally tears rest upon his cheeks and then the reality of some thoughts come to him, “What will happen if I cannot find my brother Albert. Can I go on to the mountains of Dagog without him?” Kelth and his men return to face my brother after a quick search of the surrounding area. Not being able to find me they look for further instructions from him as well. Feeling the pressures of this situation Prince Edward momentarily detaches from himself.
Something has taken my hand. I’m not quite sure what, but I cannot fight against what I can no longer see, so I freely comply towards a choice without any longer knowing myself. After a winding journey along a narrow trail I am led to a field within the foundation of the grove of the tallest trees beneath the forest floor. With each step I take I seem to forget my footing, as to what has been built upon my original intent. I have lost my purpose and find myself moved into complacency, as though placed in chains and forgotten, nothing seems to matter much anymore. My eyes now come into focus from within the darkness. A voice speaks out from the silence, I am told to get down on my knees where I discover mushrooms to be growing everywhere. Handed a large basket I’m told to gather the fungi by an unseen taskmaster who motions to a large rinsing trough.
Where I am to place what I’ve gathered for a wash.
