want to figure out what is going on so I can deal with it.”
“I imagine so,” James concurred.
“My roommate says it’s a star dreamling. He tells me that the ‘Ancient Ones’ – whoever they are – tell of a tribe of people…beings…whatever…who travel the galaxy with their star dreamlings.”
“There are many mythologies amongst cultures on this planet.”
“Apparently, it’s no myth.” Cam sighed. “Fuck. What am I going to do?”
“You’re going to deal with it, Cameron. You’re going to face it. Whether it’s real or imagined, you are going to look it in the eye and deal with it. I’ll be your ally, here, Cameron, you know that. I believe in you. I believe that once you face and truly deal with the darkness inside of you, you’ll be a force to be reckoned with.”
“If I live to tell about it, you mean.”
James did not respond to that statement. “Whatever it is, Cameron, I’ll help you deal with it. But ultimately you’ve got to figure it out on your own. So tell me…does Chérie believe you?”
“Chérie can sense it…feel it…yeah, she believes in it…in me, I mean.”
“She must be something special.”
You have no idea , he thought. No fucking idea… “I’ll say…” Cam guffawed. “Thanks, Doc…thanks, James. I appreciate this. I guess I’m ready to talk about that anger stuff.” He gave a self-deprecating smile.
“We’re almost out of time, Cameron. I was going to give you something, though, that may assist you in dealing with your anger.” He got up and opened the top drawer of the end table next to his chair. “Here…” He extended his hand to Cam, dropping a small, smooth golden orb into his palm. “It’s Cymophane – also known as cat’s eye.”
Cam jerked his hand, almost dropping the stone. “I don’t know, James. Why are you giving me this…this cat eye thing?” He looked at the opalescent stone, marveling at the milky band of light extending along its surface.
“A client gave it to me. He said he got it from a shaman in Peru. The shaman told him it is a stone which has a stabilizing influence on the wearer, opening one to a sense of self-worth and forgiveness. It’s also supposed to make the wearer invisible in battle.” He chuckled. “That might come in handy.” Then he became serious. “The client told me that it was not his stone – he knew that it had been given to him to give to another who needed it. I believe this person is you.”
Cam regarded the stone with suspicion. “Huh…well, thanks.” He rolled it between his fingertips, squinting one eye and observing it with the other eye. Then he closed his palm around it. Sure enough he felt somewhat grounded…the rock seemed to contain warmth…softness, even. It reminded him of holding Chérie. That was an image he could definitely deal with. “Thanks…I mean it,” he offered with more sincerity.
“You are welcome, Cameron. Next time you are angry, try holding the stone and see what happens. Just as an experiment…”
“Okay, Doc, sure…”
“Okay, then…time’s up. I’ll see you next time, then?”
“Yup, you got it, James.”
“Oh…one more thing, Cameron… I almost forgot to mention it. I wrangled a deal with a friend of mine to have you shadow him at the next Teen Wilderness Camp week. I’ll give you a call to fill you in on the details.”
“Good, James, thanks,” Cam said absentmindedly. He got to his feet, reached out and shook James’ hand, and let himself out into the sunny Seattle day.
As Cam strode to his vehicle, he flexed and closed the fingers of both hands into fists over and over like warming up for a fight. He felt angry, agitated, churning with energy. The part about the Teen Wilderness Camp hadn’t even registered in his brain. All he heard was the shit about the star dreamling. Look the star dreamling in the eye and deal with it…ha! As he approached the car he noticed a convenience store up the block. Without hesitation or
“I imagine so,” James concurred.
“My roommate says it’s a star dreamling. He tells me that the ‘Ancient Ones’ – whoever they are – tell of a tribe of people…beings…whatever…who travel the galaxy with their star dreamlings.”
“There are many mythologies amongst cultures on this planet.”
“Apparently, it’s no myth.” Cam sighed. “Fuck. What am I going to do?”
“You’re going to deal with it, Cameron. You’re going to face it. Whether it’s real or imagined, you are going to look it in the eye and deal with it. I’ll be your ally, here, Cameron, you know that. I believe in you. I believe that once you face and truly deal with the darkness inside of you, you’ll be a force to be reckoned with.”
“If I live to tell about it, you mean.”
James did not respond to that statement. “Whatever it is, Cameron, I’ll help you deal with it. But ultimately you’ve got to figure it out on your own. So tell me…does Chérie believe you?”
“Chérie can sense it…feel it…yeah, she believes in it…in me, I mean.”
“She must be something special.”
You have no idea , he thought. No fucking idea… “I’ll say…” Cam guffawed. “Thanks, Doc…thanks, James. I appreciate this. I guess I’m ready to talk about that anger stuff.” He gave a self-deprecating smile.
“We’re almost out of time, Cameron. I was going to give you something, though, that may assist you in dealing with your anger.” He got up and opened the top drawer of the end table next to his chair. “Here…” He extended his hand to Cam, dropping a small, smooth golden orb into his palm. “It’s Cymophane – also known as cat’s eye.”
Cam jerked his hand, almost dropping the stone. “I don’t know, James. Why are you giving me this…this cat eye thing?” He looked at the opalescent stone, marveling at the milky band of light extending along its surface.
“A client gave it to me. He said he got it from a shaman in Peru. The shaman told him it is a stone which has a stabilizing influence on the wearer, opening one to a sense of self-worth and forgiveness. It’s also supposed to make the wearer invisible in battle.” He chuckled. “That might come in handy.” Then he became serious. “The client told me that it was not his stone – he knew that it had been given to him to give to another who needed it. I believe this person is you.”
Cam regarded the stone with suspicion. “Huh…well, thanks.” He rolled it between his fingertips, squinting one eye and observing it with the other eye. Then he closed his palm around it. Sure enough he felt somewhat grounded…the rock seemed to contain warmth…softness, even. It reminded him of holding Chérie. That was an image he could definitely deal with. “Thanks…I mean it,” he offered with more sincerity.
“You are welcome, Cameron. Next time you are angry, try holding the stone and see what happens. Just as an experiment…”
“Okay, Doc, sure…”
“Okay, then…time’s up. I’ll see you next time, then?”
“Yup, you got it, James.”
“Oh…one more thing, Cameron… I almost forgot to mention it. I wrangled a deal with a friend of mine to have you shadow him at the next Teen Wilderness Camp week. I’ll give you a call to fill you in on the details.”
“Good, James, thanks,” Cam said absentmindedly. He got to his feet, reached out and shook James’ hand, and let himself out into the sunny Seattle day.
As Cam strode to his vehicle, he flexed and closed the fingers of both hands into fists over and over like warming up for a fight. He felt angry, agitated, churning with energy. The part about the Teen Wilderness Camp hadn’t even registered in his brain. All he heard was the shit about the star dreamling. Look the star dreamling in the eye and deal with it…ha! As he approached the car he noticed a convenience store up the block. Without hesitation or
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