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The Crow's Aura" (Page 46)

6/24/2014

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The subway train stopped and several beings got off. Right before the doors closed, 3 women’s’ souls entered the train.

I looked at Eight and Thirty-Six and said, “They seem very familiar to me, yet I’ve never met them,”

All six of us stood grabbing onto the train’s handrails as it traveled shakily at high speed.

Neither Eight nor Thirty-Six had a chance to answer, all 3 women’s souls were staring right at me. I smiled not knowing what to do or think. I looked down out of sheer bashfulness.

“Hi, I’m Magia, the one to my left is Priscilla and the one to my right is Galaxy,”

“You don’t remember us do you?” Magia asked.

“Of course he doesn’t, we still have not been born,” Priscilla said.

“But he should remember us since we’re part of his soul group,” Galaxy said defending Magia.

“You two are too much sometimes,” Priscilla said jokingly. “He can’t remember us at a soul level because of all the layers of skin and organs, they affect his memory of the truth,”

I was now looking straight at them, paying close attention. Eight and Thirty-Six stood by my side completely in silence.

Still not completely clear on my perspective of women I asked, “Will you girls be my girlfriends in the future?”

“Eeew, no, don’t be a weirdo, all three of us have agreed and decided to be your daughters at one point in your present life,” Priscilla said.

“Wait, what? I don’t even know how to treat a woman, lest alone a daughter. Shit, I’m still trying to figure out how to raise my newborn son, Isaias,” I said.

“Then you better get to work at clearing yourself of all your mental and emotional points of views towards women and start creating some new ones that have integrity and respect. Trust me, between us three, we will be strong reminders of how to take care of women and how to raise a child,” Galaxy said.

The train stopped.

“This is us, we need to exit,” Eight said.

All three girls waved. 

“See you on the flipside,” Priscilla said smiling and holding out a peace sign with her hand.  


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Concept Art for The Crow's Aura. 
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