The Traveller - Chapter 5

The Traveller

A Novel

By Paul McCann

Chapter 5

Another Picture Of Life

 

Living on a mountain top was much different than anywhere else . The picture of life was almost like living on a desert island in the sky with no one around to talk to .

You could hear yourself think and that connected you an ethereal energy that is always around however most people never tap into that because of the business of life and the demands of other people .

Bucko liked to think of himself as a castaway from life in the great cosmos of the universe where he was just a tiny little speck in the on a planet with billions of people running around chasing after the day before tomorrow .

His backyard was covered with herbs and medicinal plants that brought healing to people . He realised that he was very lucky to have a lifestyle of this kind .

Only once a month now the helicopter would come to collect his medicines and bring him his supplies . Apart from that he had no other contact with the human race . He always had the traveller’s that arrived unannounced with some information about a mission he had to do .

Luckily Bucko never had an accident or got sick because he was alone up there in the clouds with no one to help . Then again in an emergency he knew he was able to teleport somewhere if he had to . Going to unknown destinations was sometimes a little tricky because of the unknown destinations . He might materialise in the middle of a battlefield or on top of a glazier in the north pole . That’s why he would rather have the information about where he was going to be going before, he used his telekinesis gift of teleportation . Knowledge of where he was or where he had to go was of great importance to him so he knew exactly where he was at which was in the present time on top of a mountain where no one could find him in his own little world listening to the whispers of time pass by .

He often had dreams in technicoloured of places he had never been and chased strange creatures that smelt of peppermint  and seemed to always be enjoying  themselves hopping away on them pogo stick legs . He never knew why he used to chase them but matter how fast he would run he could never catch up with them .

He often wondered if anyone else had dreams like his .All he ever really had was his dreams where he walked around in a daze around the bend and back again through silver clouds to the hill at the foot of the mountain where he teleported up to the very top and woke up again on his little bed where not many ever came to visit .

His dreams were an escape for him from the reality of life .

Days passed by like   the clouds in the sky and before he could count the hours another week had passed . Time wasn’t important to him for he could  reap the rich reward of letting it go to find that his life was nothing more than a breath inside  space within the emptiness  of a universe where no one had been .

His breath of life would exist only very briefly on this earth compared to the light of his soul in an eternity that awaited in a not too distant future .

One day as the rain poured down on his little home he sat inside looking through a 

Book of famous paintings . One of then was called Twilight Normandy by painted by Claude Monet in 1882 , Ah he sat looking at the painting , he thought he might try to teleport to that place and experience  that scene in a personal way .

So he closed his eyes and thought about that place and then he was there .

When he opened his eyes he was standing beside the artist watching him add the final touches to the picture . Claude was unaware of Bucko standing there beside him . He softly touched the canvas with a brush and at the same time with his other hand he lifted a glass of red wine that sat on a small folding table . As he sipped the wine he hummed Plaisir d'amour to someone in his heart but no one was there , then he softly sang some of the words to the breeze … “Pleasure of love only lasts a moment , heartache lasts a lifetime “

The he stopped and took another sip of wine . and repeated the words

“Heartache lasts a lifetime”:

Claude starting packing some things away into a carry case but was having difficulty finding things , He was searching with his hands for the brushes and paints . Suddenly Bucko realised that the artist had problems with his eyesight .

Feeling his way for things then giving up and sitting back down on his folding chair and falling asleep .

Maybe it was just luck but it was an amazing coincidence that Bucko had in his pocket a special medicine that could assist people with cataract disease a common eye condition for people older than forty . He used a syringe to administer some sedative first before cleansing both eyes of the artist with the herbal eye wash .

Bucko stayed there with Claude until he awoke to make sure he was ok , At the same time they were joined by a beautiful young lady ,

Claude recognised her immediately and spoke to her,’

”Silvia , it’s a miracle . I can see clearly now the blur has gone . I can see you and how beautiful you are . I can see the colours of everything so clearly “

The young lady smiled and then she scoffed and said ,

‘So looks like I’ve wasted my time coming here to walk you home Claude “

and he replied ,

“It’s not a waste of time as far as I’m concerned Silvia”

As they packed everything up and left . Bucko concentrated on his mountain home and teleported back there .

It was his first time he teleported unauthorised to another place and time on his own and it went without any problem so now he realized that he could do further visits to places without having to complete a mission while he was there .

Now for the first time he felt like a real traveller in time .

 

End Chapter 5   

 

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The Traveller

A Novel

By Paul McCann

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