A cry in the dark

They're in the apartment together, she's folding clothes on the bed, he's watching her, his arms crossed over his chest. Her long hair spills over her face with every bend, fold, and tuck. Now she looks up at him, her eyes glistening. "We're done right?"

"What?"

She looks away, then looks at the laundry, neatly folded on their bed, which is too low because it has no frame to support it. They may as well be sleeping on the ground.

"I think we're through, you and I," she says.

He can't muster a coherent reply, so he groans. The groan is so loud he hears it somewhere else, somewhere outside of himself.

She watches him, her dark hair now pulled back in a ponytail. When had she done that? How long has he been groaning?

"It's going to rain, I think. It's going to rain, right?" She leaves him in the room before he can answer and he turns toward the door, the overhead light is bright but also dark, so dark. He picks up his phone. He's tried to forget what she just said about being done, over with, no longer a couple, married or otherwise, how unfathomable that sentiment even is!

He begins to look at his phone when the whole room, the whole house starts to shake and cough and make him lose balance. He falls on his butt, the world and the house trembling. He now knows there's a cyclone or a hurricane and a tornado all outside his house, their tiny apartment at the same time.

His groan is increasing, he can't see what's on his phone, the whole world is getting shaky, it's rumbling, and he has a sad revelation that they'll die together in this mess before he can say how much he loves her, regardless if she thinks they're done or not.

The quaking intensifies so much that everything goes dark.

Lyle rolls over in his bed, next to his wife whom he knows wouldn't leave him for anyone, nor he for anyone else. The world is still, silent, blessedly dark.

A bad dream. His groaning was like a cry in the dark.

He'll analyze this dream later.

Scott Marmorstein

My parents introduced me to my spiritual meditation teacher when I was just 5 years old. I was instructed in powerful yogic teachings of meditation, chanting and offering service to others from that early age. I began an earnest meditation practice when I was 15, giving me over 20 years of profound experiences from the subtle to the sublime. I wrote my first book when I was 25, and published it when I was 26. It's called A Sparkling Aura ~ A Sparkling Life

I’ve also been a healing practitioner for well over a decade, with thousands of happy clients. Witnessing people shift from a place of strain, pain, and overwhelm to a felt sense of relief, peace and clarity is one of the most profound gifts my healing work has shared with me. 

I’ve taught numerous workshops on Source Healing Energy, am a certified Reiki Master and Teacher or Shinpiden, and have been around healing arts my entire life. My father is a world-renown Chiropractor, and my mother was clearing people’s auras and chakras when I was just a child. 

All of my growing and informative years of life have been in the healing arts. I’ve borne witness to powerful yajnas, which are spiritual fire rituals performed by Brahmin priests, sat with holy men by the banks of the Ganges river in India, and had the great good fortune to participate in powerful meditation intensives in large groups most of my life. 

When I'm not busy being a family man, you'll find me writing the occasional novel or out playing chess with my friends.