Invisible matters of the mind turned real into the written word.
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“I am blind.”
This wasn’t what I had expected to find on my first blind date. I found myself sitting down, wondering the while, why I was doing so. What did she expect me to say? The waiter coming up with our menus stopped my escape.
Her invisible gaze held steady on me. “The accident gave me the second sight. My other senses rose to the challenge, including this one, which few people know how to use.”
A Cuckoo. Just my luck. Now, I wanted to boogie more than ever. “Drinks while you wait? Perhaps, aperitif?” Was the waiter a fool? Couldn’t he see the agony written on my face? I must look as sick as I felt. I was the fool for answering that online ad about taking a chance. What was there to lose?
“A Bloody Mary, for me.” My blind date said. I pointed towards my water glass, shaking my head, fumbling for an excuse to leave without creating a scene.
“I am Mary, Mary quite contrary,” she twisted a smile on her lips, waiting for the sound of the waiter’s steps to fade. Her hand found mine across the intimately small table as I started to rise.
“How’s that?” I was confused. “What are you talking about? Look. I need to use the restroom. Be right back.”
“No you won’t. There is a surprise waiting for you. Remember what I said about having second sight?”
It stopped me in my tracks. I can’t explain what happened next. My eyes began to itch. I blinked stars away from behind my eyelids. Pain burst into flaring brilliance making it impossible to see. I’ve never had migraines before. All I could think of was that this was one hell of a time to start having one.
The bones in my fingers cracked where I held onto my chair. “Are you all right, sir?” The waiter brushed against my side.
Had I screamed? My throat felt raw and sore enough to have launched the roar of the crowd at any closely called grand sporting event. “I can’t see.” The words came out a whisper.
“Let me help you.” There were two restaurant staff, one at either elbow, guiding me away from the confused babble of conversation around me.
A premonition of harm shivered through my core. ‘Mary, Mary, quite contrary’ was at the root of the feeling. Those blind eyes of hers, they seemed to be trying to possess my own. “No. No,” I scratched at my sightless orbs, digging bloody gouges in my face, “You can’t have them. They are mine.”
Pain rocketed deeper into my brain. Shards of broken glass eluded my grasp. I found myself wrestled against a wall, arms surrounding me, preventing me from inflicting further damage with my fingernails dripping my own blood and gore.
Something hard thudded against the back of my skull. I faded, thankfully, sobbing my release into the silent dark night of unconsciousness.
“I’ll take care of him, now. Thank you.” The voice of Mary Contrary soothed my return to awareness. I cringed and flinched away as best I could. My limbs refused my intent. I was strapped down across my chest on my back. The smell of disinfectant grew sharp against my flared nostrils.
“Where are we?” The sounds of the restaurant were no longer a subdued wave of idle conversations feasting around me. My fingertips prodded at strips of gauze taped over my eyes.
“You had an accident. It is all better now. You’ll get used to it, just like I did when it happened to me. You are at a hospital.”
Calm hands hovered gently over my brow. I wanted to scream away their touch. “You’re Mary.” I stammered, “My blind date.”
“Not so blind, now, thank you. I took your sight.” There followed a wistful sigh. “It is your turn. I followed the signs leading you to me.”
“You are mad,” I shook my head violently back and forth, teeth grinding, wishing to snap and tear at her. Mary Contrary patted my head as if she owned me.
“I was. Definitely that. Mad for a while. It takes time for the second sight to take hold. Mine is fading and changing already.”
It was as if the darkness began to glow. I couldn’t see anything but a shapeless mass where Mary sat at my side, but my hearing sharpened as did my sense of smell. I could hear her steady breathing. This Mary Contrary smelled of dry old sweat and something feral. “You did this.” I accused. “On purpose. I don’t understand.”
“We are united, you and I, along with others of our kind. If I permit you, I may let you see through my eyes until you become acclimated to the new you.”
Nothing she said was making any sense. My eyes began to itch again. I wanted to tear them out of my head. The star bursts began, followed by such intense pain I fled away from this mad dream back into black unconsciousness.
“You are awake. Good. Time for your first lesson.” The voice was new. It had steel in it and a male confidence I found alarming.
Mary Contrary’s higher pitched words rang out next, “It is time for the harvest. I will guide you. Use your second sight as we demand and all will be well.” The gauze was gone. I blinked, closed my eyes. There was nothing there. A washcloth with a cool, soothing lotion was applied to my face.
“Reach out. Feel. Become your inner sight. Tell us what you see.”
“There are others like me. They are the shadows moving in the darkness. Hunters.” I spoke without thinking. Wondering at the words that I said. “And a few like you, bringers of the light.”
“It is a beginning,” the male voice sounded pleased. “You may keep him, Mary. He will be one of yours.”
I felt my chest untied from restraint. “You can sit up. You are in a private rehab facility, all charges paid for by me. Never mind, you will pay it all back. Until then, I will be your guide, teaching you how the blind walk through the world, I knew all too well.”
“My work. My home. My family and friends.” The questions rushed out of me as I stood, hands grasping at anything steady, trying for balance, found only Mary.
“All taken care of. The accident, you know, so sudden, wasn’t it? Requires professional care. The pandemic makes visits impossible of course. No phone calls until you are ready for them.”
My hand was guided and attached to her elbow. “Walk. First things first. Your personal care and then perhaps a bit to eat. It has been a few days since you had anything but a tube sucking fluid into your arm, my pet.”
Life became the basics. The routine lulled me into some kind of mindless acquiescence to my fate. The impossible had happened, unable to be understood or denied, it was accepted. There came a time when I was allowed to see myself through Mary’s eyes. “You see why I chose you. Just the right size, so sure of yourself, and hungry for new adventure. What do you make now, of our first date. Is it all that you asked for?”
The times left alone in my darkness when Mary went away secured the right answer, “Yes. You won’t leave me, will you? Alone? It is so cold and isolated there.”
A warm glad chuckle bubbled forth from Mary as the sight dimmed. “Sensory deprivation is necessary to heighten your senses. You are ready for your first test. Make love to me. Show me how grateful you are.”
Every touch she gave against my hyper-sensitive skin aroused my fevered imagination. Mary taught me the rhythm, slowing the wash of passion lighting up my internal fire to flicker and match her own. Our caresses grew intimate and knowing the secret sighs releasing our pleasure until it exploded in a fireball. “What do you see?” Mary whispered, tongue tickling against my ear.
I grunted in surprise. My second sight held a new power released through our coupling. I was on a new level of existence. My body hummed with it, sending out vibrations like a bat must do when hunting for its prey. “There are accidents waiting to happen,” I said.
There are worlds within worlds of awareness. We know so little about ourselves and our potential. Take things for granted, like our sight. The first of us happened by accident. That I knew as a given. The story behind it and ‘the cause’ is not so easily shared. All is acceptance in our realm of being. Only the top tier level of our most vaunted leaders know our ancient history.
The second sight is a way of knowing when accidents happen before they occur. We are rich beyond man’s wildest desire. It, now, no longer binds us to normal human toil. We have better plans hatched.
Blind faith is required to foretell the future. It requires knowing what and who and where to look for, these agents of change. So many walk their path from birth to death in a numbed out senseless search for immediate gratification, unknowing what secret they hold within themselves.
These robots, we cull when necessary, when they get in the way. There are countless varieties of methods to make this a pleasant chore. A bumped arm when it is attached to a hand lighting a cigarette is never held responsible when we are seen as blind. The fire burns hot and bright in a lit human candle. A foot finding purchase, ready to get onboard a subway, an accident sending someone to their untimely death.
We only engage in fatal means when what we want would otherwise be denied. We are a select few. It hones our craft. Soon, I will be allowed to choose my first pet. Mary thinks I am about ready for my blind date. It is time to go solo hunting for my special one. A few details are in order freeing that path.