All Comments on 'Travels of the Mind Pt. 05'

I do enjoy this fantasy story. Each "travel" is a tale unto itself yet part of a whole. Hoping to get my own mind around the whole.

Wow, Max!

A superb addition to the story Max. With this chapter, truly you transcended into the mystical. A mysticism embracing the earthiness and magic of the tribal fire, of sexual pleasure, and of the burning desire of a young woman to be again in child.

The ritual was deeply and richly familiar. Familiar not from the telly or the cinema . . . nor from trashy novels. A familiarity from lived experience of a tribal past eons ago . . . in the depths of time. A ritual observed from hiding silently in the darkness out beyond the circle of firelight. A ritual in circle, where the most fecund warriors plant, in turn, their seed in the belly of a young woman. No one of them the father, yet, all of them the father. Tribal unity. All of them charged with raising the young child, teaching the skills required of a hunter and warrior until it becomes his time to join the circle and give generously of his seed that the tribe continues.