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tilted her head
up, without seeing her face LeOmi knew the expression of impatience
mingled with disappointment. She could almost hear, “I don’t
want any of this.” But, there were no words. LeOmi held her
breath. Yvonne lowered her head; the long black locks of hair fell
forward, almost caressing the woman. Then as if with reformed
resolution she stood tall and with a long sweep of her hand she
positioned her hair with such perfection, with such elegance, with
such beauty. Then she began walking again.
    “I hate you!” This time the scream tore into
the very air. It seemed to LeOmi that she felt the house shake and
the trees move aside for the words. There was nothing left that she
could do but watch as her mother walked out of her life and then
everything was black.
    The darkness swirled and took a shape, the
shape of the wheel on the mantel and a soft voice, as if coming out
of the darkness, kind-of like changing channels, kind-of like the
gurgling retching of puking up your lunch.
    Blackness wasn’t enough. It was like it was
nothing, like someone had a huge eraser, smudging out what was in
front and behind. There had to be a reason –not just nothing.
    How long will it last?
    The lunge from darkness to the wheel
then...the tips of blue clouds. A lighter side, not like the sludge
of the blackness. Not like the heavy weight of depression.
    She was pulled back; something grabbing at
her feet pulling her down again as if she were covered by a pool of
tar, and then the soft voice began.
    “All may destroy one another. Accused and
Accuser. Both are the same. Come.”
    Come?
    “Yes, come. Come and enjoy the riches of the
other life you were meant to lead.”
    Lead?
    “Yes lead. Be the one who makes the choices
and avoids the traps. Be the one that survives, but not just
survives –thrives. Thrives on the compassion, the love and the
mercy. You will be weighed and balanced. Come.”
    The smothering tar engulfed her again. LeOmi
reached out with her hands and pulled herself through the sludge,
the water of blackness, grabbing the roots of trees and grabbing
the helping hands—the hands that showed compassion, love and mercy.
Sobbing, she reached up and stood on her own two feet, in a desert.
She was under a tree, the leaves shielding her from the blinding
light of the sun—after such darkness.
    At first everything seemed to be hazy—then
the Mountain came into view, The Seventh Mountain. Somehow, she
just knew it was The Seventh Mountain.
    The mountain was massive, too massive for
words. Then everything else around her focused. She seemed to zoom
in on the old gnarly tree. Its roots were as large as the tree
itself, olives hung down in bunches, heavily laden on the branches.
The tree was planted in a huge pot, as big as a swimming pool, an
oasis of its own, here in the desolation of a desert.
    A person stood under it, looking towards the
fuzzy outline of the mountain. Her long dark hair was simply pulled
back and bound. She wore the long tunic of the Magi. She turned to
face LeOmi and as she did LeOmi seemed to almost float closer and
closer. The girl’s eyes, a shimmering blue, seemed to be
penetrating and searching for the very heart of LeOmi. As LeOmi
settled down beside her, the girl flamboyantly waved her hand out
in front of her as she once again turned towards the mountain.
    The fuzzy fog cleared and she said, “This is
The Seventh Mountain, the school for Magi.”
    The huge multi-tiered mountain stood tall.
Taller and bigger than anything she had ever seen before.
    “This is The Seventh Mountain. You will go to
school here...you will.”
    “If you do not succeed you will disappoint
many people, but mostly, you will disappoint yourself.” She turned
and looked deeply into LeOmi’s eyes. She smiled. Immediately the
scenery changed from the spacious rock strewn desert to a dark room
that almost seemed like an arena for the gladiators. A beam of
light that came from nowhere drew LeOmi to the center of