The Nagasaki Maidens — Second Cut is the deepest

08.09.2024

Unusual Shadows. Salvador Dali. 1947

by Raymond Eddy BSc., M.P.H., REHS, CP-FS 🗻

“We want you to remember.” The voice is a whisper, female, young, and the experience is unnerving though not terrifying, or even seemingly sinister. I do not actually hear it because I am not awake, but deep in slumber, not yet aware that she is not real. Déjà vu… again. I wait. She comes, “the great injustices. You, Stani, and Amiko must make reparation.” I am sense-scattered; my surroundings are obtuse, simultaneously composed of ultra-contemporary western design and ancient Japanese styles, now swirling into a yin-yang magatama before me. I cannot focus as she comes again, “If they will not listen, then you must make them hear, make them know.”

“Know what please?” I demand softly, still without fear, but in imbalance between my senses and surroundings.

“That individual injustice is equal to the crimes against nations.” I dig into my training, control my emotions, breath a dreamy deep breath from my mouth and exhale the surreal slowly through my nose, trying to grasp my reality — focused on this new message, “tell me more please.”

Demand ignored; the child does not come again.

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Raymond Eddy BSc., M.P.H., REHS, CP-FS 🗻

Public Health; Science/Fiction/Quantum M: Idioms and Ritual; Exercise - all ages; Former SME ASPR/FEMA/Georgetown University; Professor; Marvel; Content is mine