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The Knowing

Updated on April 13, 2012

The grass had grown in just this place to cushion her, the branches spread themselves precisely, leaves positioned only to provide her shade. Even the sun conspired to perfectly deliver warmth without blinding light or burning rays.

As she lay, all knowledge came, as the waves of the sea caress a beach, spreading gently and soaking into the sand. No longer was she filled with dread of future or regrets of past. All original thought melted slowly and drained into the ground as it was replaced with absolute certainty, answers provided before her mind could form the question.

Time was suspended, the very clouds of the heavens did not drift nor did a breeze blow across her brow. She was held, and all she could lay eyes upon stilled, as this enlightenment permeated every cell of her being. Only one truth was withheld, the crucial instruction. What now, was her purpose? Surely she had been chosen, gifted and now must share the truth. This perfect understanding must be released across the earth and she, the vessel, destined now to announce all that she had gained.

The earth suddenly buckled, heaving her upward into turbulent winds that tossed her body as easily as a piece of straw ripped from a bale, depositing her in the stream nearby. The rocks that lined the bank fell upon her in great number and forced her under the surface of the churning water, preventing even a small gasp of breath from entering her lungs before she was pinned there.

Once again the knowledge entered her, this time forcibly entering each pore, reverberating instructions to keep silent all that had taken place, all that she was made privy to, or, she would be eliminated.

Addy startled awake fighting the sheets, damp with her sweat. Her amber brown eyes surveyed the room hastily, feeding her the information of where she was, if there was danger and if anyone else was present. She was alone in her room the only sounds were those of the television playing downstairs and the indistinct voices of her mother and grandma. She visualized the two, moving about the kitchen in motions made fluid by years of repetition, preparing breakfast. Soon, one would come with a tray and encourage her to eat some dry toast, maybe a bite of a poached egg. There would be spearmint tea sweetened ever so lightly with honey and this she would nurse until it became cold.

It was not until Addy lay eyes on her that she knew which it was to be. The knowledge hung in the air like an aura around the old woman as she entered the bedroom, smiling sweetly and inquiring how she was on this, God’s glorious gift of a new day. The tears that slipped from her eyes were mistaken as an answer that she was still quite ill as she had been for almost three weeks now. In fact, Addy could feel her strength returning, muscles readying. The weakness had dissipated and the fever no longer raged.

She rose to help her grandmother with the tray and asked her to sit beside the bed as she would like some company while she ate her breakfast. With promises to stop this foolishness of jumping up out of bed to help, her wish was obliged and Grandma Yancey lowered her generous frame into the rocking chair. With a satisfied groan acknowledging the weight had been removed from her aching hip, she offered again the inquiry of Addy’s condition.

Fully cognizant of the repercussions if she uttered a single syllable of what she had learned, the young girl tried to convey her message by staring deeply into the clouded eyes of her elder while speaking of the beauty of the sunshine and how much better she felt. She tried to will the knowledge, as it had come to her, gently, easily until she had crossed the unexpressed line.

As a searing hot coal being pressed onto her most tender flesh would inflict unspeakable suffering, so were the voices of generations of the Knowing Ones shrieking claps of thunderous warnings inside of her head.

She rose and walked to the window looking out upon the grounds, rich with many seasons of care, plantings of all who had been there before her. Her eyes settled on the oak, whose years were more than all of the generations, but to her it had been the support of her tire swing. The stream, just over the hill offered up its bounty to fishing lines and in turn the evening plates were filled, brimming with fried catfish and salad made from potatoes dug that very day from the earth that had been turned, a shovel full at a time.

In fall the leaves would grip the ground as rakes fought to bring them into burning piles and those that escaped would decay, melting away into the earth to reappear in a future spring as buds eagerly awaiting their turn in the sunlight.

“Have you seen what you need to child?” the old woman’s voice settled softly and drew her attention back inside the room. “If you have, then put on something suitable and come sit with your Mother and me for a spell before the day is half gone.”

Addy replied, “Ma’am,” and received a wink and a smile in return from a woman whose eyes were clear amber brown, as clear as her own.


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    Paula 3 years ago from Beautiful Upstate New York

    Poohgranma.......Positively BRILLIANT. Simply stunning. I am impressed to the limit!.......UP+++tweeted & Pinned

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    Shyron E Shenko 3 years ago from Texas

    I don't think I have read anything so beautiful before, I was spell bound. I also love the awesome pictures.

    Voted up, UABI and shared.

    Blessings to you


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    Poohgranma 5 years ago from On the edge

    babygirl and Deborrah - two of my most favorite people! How kind you are and generous with words of encouragement and favor! I am well, I have been extremely busy at doing nothing constructive and must get back to writing. My love and prayers to each and both!

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    DeBorrah K Ogans 5 years ago

    Poohgranma, Nice! Your gift is evident here in this tranquil, interesting and captivating mini melodrama. The illustrations are marvelous as well. Thank you for sharing Peace & Blessings!

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    victoria 5 years ago from Hamilton On.

    Lovely story Pooh!

    I know there are people who "know". Thanks for showing how they get to know.

    I am voting you up.

    May I ask how you are doing ?

    I know you have a stressful time of it but please enjoy each day as much as you can.

    p.s. I love the picture!

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    Poohgranma 6 years ago from On the edge

    I am so pleased! I anxiously await your writing!

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    Raghav Rathi 6 years ago from Dehradun, Uttarakhand, India.

    This happens every single time... every time i read your stories, words defy me... This one short story speaks out many tales, each one different and special in its own way... Great read and and voted up definitely!

    P.S... even before you give me the assignment, i think this story inspired some of my... as you say it... creative brain cells... :P

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    Poohgranma 6 years ago from On the edge

    Thank-you raciniwa, I appreciate you reading it and your kind comment.

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    raciniwa 6 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

    great story poohgranma...

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    Poohgranma 6 years ago from On the edge

    ImKarn23 - thank-you so much for taking the time to read my story. I'm so pleased that you enjoyed it.

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    Karen Silverman 6 years ago

    The subtle understones of your words are brilliant! Absolutely brilliant. It seems to tell 2 stories at the same time! Loved this touching soothing tale..Thank you

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    Poohgranma 6 years ago from On the edge

    Vincent, my dear friend and prolific poet. I envy your talent and only wish to turn words into liquid, pouring them onto the hearts of your avid readers. Your encouragement means so much to me both here and in my life. I love you as dearly as a brother and thank you for taking time from your own scribes to read mine.

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    Vincent Moore 6 years ago

    I am a mere poet not so much a storyteller the likes of you my brilliant friend. You take us to a new level each time with your magnificent detailed words. "The Knowing" is filled with visuals, colors and mind bending creativeness.

    You keep us all spellbound by each sentence,hanging on each word waiting for the next to take us to even greater heights. Like Genna East mentions her comparison in your work to Nelle Harper Lee, I can see why.

    Keep writing you are a talent that needs to be published. Your work is getting better and better with each new piece you share with us. You are a true artist and all of your work comes from your soul. I feel it as I read you. Bravo, well done, Voted beyond UP.

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    Poohgranma 6 years ago from On the edge

    stars - I do nothing special nor do I possess any special expertise, I simply write the words that come to me and hope that they are received in the spirit given. You do the very same and so very well, as is shown by the many followers who seek out your work time after time. I am one of them and I never want to miss a word you have to share. Thank-you for your gracious comments.

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    Poohgranma 6 years ago from On the edge

    Genna, as always, your visit is so welcome. You have been a real source of inspiration to me and helped me through many dry spots when I've felt I have nothing to offer. Always my champion, your astute reading uncovers any gems that may be scattered in an otherwise mediocre writing. Bless you dear woman and thank you.

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    stars439 6 years ago from Louisiana, The Magnolia and Pelican State.

    Your work is beautiful. No words can describe the mechanics of your artistic literary expertise in this stunningly magnificent hub. I can say no more, your precision in writing is wonderful. GBY Dear Heart.

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    Genna East 6 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

    Pooh, your writing is so unique and so compelling. You have a quality that is sometimes reminiscent to me of Nelle Harper Lee - one of favorites:

    “She visualized the two, moving about the kitchen in motions made fluid by years of repetition, preparing breakfast…”

    “In fall the leaves would grip the ground as rakes fought to bring them into burning piles and those that escaped would decay, melting away into the earth to reappear in a future spring as buds eagerly awaiting their turn in the sunlight….”

    Just a few of the many gems, here, in describing “the knowing,” that is so very hard to do, but that you have succeeded with so beautifully. Well done! Voted up and far beyond. :-)

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    Poohgranma 6 years ago from On the edge

    Will Starr - Big brother, you have been extremely busy winning awards and honing your skills to an even higher level. Knowing you took time to read my story is quite an honor. I do thank you! And many congratulation to you!

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    Poohgranma 6 years ago from On the edge

    Wayne Brown - seeing the likes of you taking the time to read something I've written always makes my day. Such a review makes my year! I am honored.

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    Poohgranma 6 years ago from On the edge

    Becky Katz - Thank-you for reading and your lovely comments.

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    Poohgranma 6 years ago from On the edge

    MsTarrah - your words please me as any author hopes to create a scribe worthy of creating a visual journey for their reader. Thank-you very much.

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    WillStarr 6 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona

    Excellent work. Voted way up!

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    Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas

    A dream-like state driven by illness and details revealed...just what it is we are not sure but only the few know it. Possibly grandmother is another besides Addy adding only to the suspense of it all. You remind me a bit of Steven King with this short story. Nicely Done! WB

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    Becky Katz 6 years ago from Hereford, AZ

    Very beautiful tale. Wonderful descriptions.

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    MsTarrah 6 years ago

    I don't know that I have ever read a story that put to words that "knowing" that can settle within a person. You captured it perfectly. Your descriptions are so vivid that I was able to get a very nice visual as I read along. I enjoyed reading this very much! I am voting this up and awesome.


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