Judith by M Teresa Clayton Chapter Six

JUDITH by M Teresa Clayton

Chapter Six

“When a lion roars in front of a mirror, do you think the mirror roars… Or, when the lion is gone and a child comes dancing, the mirror completely forgets about the lion and starts dancing with the child…? The mirror does nothing, it simply reflects. Your consciousness is only a mirror. Neither do you come, nor do you go… You become young, you become old; you are alive, you are dead. All these states are simply reflections in an eternal pool of consciousness.” - Osho [Chandra Mohan Jain] 

The sun felt warm shining through the slats of the blinds. Judith’s face was swollen and she had a horrible taste in her mouth. She felt nauseous and ran into the bathroom to brush her teeth and gargle. She stood on the step stool and looked at her reflection in the mirror above the sink but did not see any bruises or scrapes, yet her face ached.

Judith splashed cool water onto her burning cheeks and wiped her face with a clean towel. As she stepped back into the hall she caught a glimpse of her mommy lying on the bedroom floor in front of the vanity.

Judith ran to her mother’s bedroom door but couldn’t bring herself to go any further. Lying motionless on the floor at her feet was the lifeless mangled body of her mother, her face matted in blood and almost unrecognizable.

“I can’t remember, Mommy. I can’t remember what happened”, she whispered to herself.

Well, I saw the whole thing Judith! Let me try to refresh your memory, shall I?

Judith could hear the voice of an old woman, that evil old woman. It seemed to be coming from the vanity.

The next thing she remembered, she was running barefoot in her nightgown through the quiet snow covered streets screaming for someone to help her and to help her mommy.