The Game of Shepherd and Dawse by William Shepherd Page B
Authors: William Shepherd
Tags: esoteric fiction, spiritual books spiritual healing personal growth, understanding the world, parables for today, understanding self, understanding reality
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actually doing something he wanted to do and the more he wrote, the better he felt. The pain in his head went away and within no time at all he had written his first great story, almost as though happiness itself was curing him.
Though shortly after finishing his first story, he started to feel the pain come back in his head, so Chorley decided to write another story, just to squeeze one more in before he went, and then another and another and another. All the time that Chorley wrote he felt great but whenever he stopped, the pain in his head would come back.
This pattern went on again and again until he couldn’t think of anything more to write or anything more he could teach the world. By the time Chorley finished, he had lived 55 years longer than the doctors first thought he would”.
Joe took a deep breath and looked up from the book to see Charlie’s sad face. “Is that when the tumour finally got him, Joe”, he asked looking slightly glum.
“Not at all”, replied Joe in a dead pan voice. “Chorley died of a heart attack”.
“Wow, who would have thought”! Said Charlie in an almost adult kind of way.
Suddenly Charlie’s childlike curiosity overcame him. “Read me a story from that book, Bampy Joe”! Charlie so hoped Joe wouldn’t say no. It was the first time Charlie had called Joe, ‘Bampy Joe’, to his face. Joe rather liked it and it really touched his heart when Charlie called him this.
“I certainly can, my little friend”, smlied Joe.
Joe narrated the very first chapter about the story called Shepherd Wood and about how it funtioned as a society and how they lived their lives in peace and harmony. Charlie loved every minute of it and couldn’t wait to hear more.
A few weeks passed, which to Charlie felt like quite a while since Joe had read that first chapter. Joe had wanted Charlie to absorb every part of the story before moving onto the next part. He also wanted Charlie hungry for the next chapter, and by now he was positively starving for it.
After four weeks had gone by since Joe had first read about Shepherd Wood and Charlie had made up his mind to very politely inform Joe that it was about time for another chapter. Charlie was a little annoyed that Joe had left it so long and decided to take charge of the situation.
He even worked on a sales pitch all day that he was going to present to Joe on why they must carry on with the story.
Luckily for Charlie, there was no need for bargaining that day, as Joe had already sensed his young student wouldn’t wait any longer and had placed The Chronicles of Us by his chair so that Charlie knew tonight was a Shepherd Wood night again, as soon as he came in. As expected, when Charlie saw the brown book sitting out, a gentle excitement took over any frustrations he was feeling and he and Joe shared a glance and a smile at each other that said a thousand words. As soon as Charlie and Joe finished their meal and cleared everything away, they settled down and Joe started the story of Shepherd Wood where he had left off.
CHAPTER FOUR
AMAN
“ Everything has beauty. You just have to see it.”
~ Aman
Aman was the first and only child of Sasha and Aisha. She was a beautiful young lady, in fact almost as beautiful as one can get. She was small boned and slim with short blonde hair. She had a slightly tomboyish air about her, while still retaining her femininity. Her most striking feature was her big, brown eyes.
Aman had received her name in the traditional way they did in Shepherd Wood. When one of the female tribe members became pregnant, she would go deep into the forest with her closest friends to an area that had the right kind of energy circulating around it. The women folk would sit in a circle, surrounding the expectant mother, and start to meditate. Once the whole group had reached the right meditative state, they would all start chanting and
Though shortly after finishing his first story, he started to feel the pain come back in his head, so Chorley decided to write another story, just to squeeze one more in before he went, and then another and another and another. All the time that Chorley wrote he felt great but whenever he stopped, the pain in his head would come back.
This pattern went on again and again until he couldn’t think of anything more to write or anything more he could teach the world. By the time Chorley finished, he had lived 55 years longer than the doctors first thought he would”.
Joe took a deep breath and looked up from the book to see Charlie’s sad face. “Is that when the tumour finally got him, Joe”, he asked looking slightly glum.
“Not at all”, replied Joe in a dead pan voice. “Chorley died of a heart attack”.
“Wow, who would have thought”! Said Charlie in an almost adult kind of way.
Suddenly Charlie’s childlike curiosity overcame him. “Read me a story from that book, Bampy Joe”! Charlie so hoped Joe wouldn’t say no. It was the first time Charlie had called Joe, ‘Bampy Joe’, to his face. Joe rather liked it and it really touched his heart when Charlie called him this.
“I certainly can, my little friend”, smlied Joe.
Joe narrated the very first chapter about the story called Shepherd Wood and about how it funtioned as a society and how they lived their lives in peace and harmony. Charlie loved every minute of it and couldn’t wait to hear more.
A few weeks passed, which to Charlie felt like quite a while since Joe had read that first chapter. Joe had wanted Charlie to absorb every part of the story before moving onto the next part. He also wanted Charlie hungry for the next chapter, and by now he was positively starving for it.
After four weeks had gone by since Joe had first read about Shepherd Wood and Charlie had made up his mind to very politely inform Joe that it was about time for another chapter. Charlie was a little annoyed that Joe had left it so long and decided to take charge of the situation.
He even worked on a sales pitch all day that he was going to present to Joe on why they must carry on with the story.
Luckily for Charlie, there was no need for bargaining that day, as Joe had already sensed his young student wouldn’t wait any longer and had placed The Chronicles of Us by his chair so that Charlie knew tonight was a Shepherd Wood night again, as soon as he came in. As expected, when Charlie saw the brown book sitting out, a gentle excitement took over any frustrations he was feeling and he and Joe shared a glance and a smile at each other that said a thousand words. As soon as Charlie and Joe finished their meal and cleared everything away, they settled down and Joe started the story of Shepherd Wood where he had left off.
CHAPTER FOUR
AMAN
“ Everything has beauty. You just have to see it.”
~ Aman
Aman was the first and only child of Sasha and Aisha. She was a beautiful young lady, in fact almost as beautiful as one can get. She was small boned and slim with short blonde hair. She had a slightly tomboyish air about her, while still retaining her femininity. Her most striking feature was her big, brown eyes.
Aman had received her name in the traditional way they did in Shepherd Wood. When one of the female tribe members became pregnant, she would go deep into the forest with her closest friends to an area that had the right kind of energy circulating around it. The women folk would sit in a circle, surrounding the expectant mother, and start to meditate. Once the whole group had reached the right meditative state, they would all start chanting and
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