White Oblivion by Amirah Bellamy Page B

my situation through a whole new lens.  I no longer had to be ashamed of my new body.  In fact, I began to see it as just the advantage that I needed to reclaim my status as predator and I was more ready than ever for the hunt.
     
     
     

 
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    I woke up the next morning feeling like a new woman.  All night I had been brewing over all of the previous days’ events. 
    “Well, you sure are beaming this morning,” Doran observed.
    “Yes I know.  I guess you could say that I’m ready for the hunt.  I’ve come to see my new body as an advantage.  This skinsuit is the perfect camouflage!” I gleamed.
    “Wow you seem to have had quite the epiphany last night!  And you know what?  You’re absolutely right!” Doran replied.
    “I know I am and now I’m ready to flip this thing back around.  I can’t really explain it either but I have what feels like a strong urge to hunt.  I can taste it!” I added.
    “Really, that’s interesting that you say that because so do I!  I’ve felt the urge ever since yesterday.  It seemed like when that light bulb came on so did my predatory instincts.  I’m feeling that same thirst,” Doran confided.
    “Really!  Wow now I wasn’t expecting you to say that!  This is amazing.  There is something different in the air today that’s for sure.  So do you think the others are feeling this too?” I asked.
    “I do.  What happened yesterday impacted us all.  There’s a reason we were all there.  I believe that we are all experiencing the same thirst for the hunt, as you’ve described it.  Don’t worry we’ll all meet again,” Doran answered.
    “I think you’re right.  I did feel a sense of connectedness with all of them.  It was uncanny.  I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like it.  However, for as anxious as I am to hunt, I’m still pondering the how.  I’m still not sure of the strategy.  What about you?” I inquired.
    “I’ve been thinking about that all night and I actually do have a strategy,” Doran confidently replied.
    He was always such a great thinker so I was anxious to listen as I sat on the edge of our bed putting on my socks anticipating the disclosure of his plans.  
    “You do!?!  Ok, well spill it babe!” I commanded.
    “Ok Mrs. Pushy!  If you insist, I’ll share,” Doran said with a smirk.  “What I’ve come up with is that we’ve got to get back to the basics.  We’ve got to get back intuned with our natural selves.”
    “And what would our natural selves be?” I asked.
    “Well naturally we are highly intuitive beings.  In our natural state we have done things for which there has to this day been no scientific explanation nor any modern day technology that can replicate it.  For instance, we built structures such as the pyramids, invented things that even today’s most advanced technology can’t replicate.  That’s because naturally we’re beyond this world and we have to regain our connection with that part of ourselves,” Doran explained.
    “Hmmm…. I see and how are we supposed to do that?  Especially given how far disconnected we are from that,” I challenged. 
    “Well, it’s about becoming the predator.  We have to be strategic, focus and plan to get back in that state.  We have to pursue the desire to do so like it is our prey.  We have to become the ultimate predator in this hunt within the jungles of our minds.  We have to avoid being so easily distracted and be in an almost blind pursuit of achieving this objective,” Doran answered.
    In that moment all I could do was gaze at him in awe.  Frozen and speechless I thought, “Damn I love this man!”
    “Baby, baby, baby!  You are pure genius in physical form.  I love your mind!”  I shrieked, jumping up to hug him tightly.
    “I love you too baby,” Doran said squeezing me back. 
    “Ok, so now what specifically are you going to do to as the predator to tap into this natural intuitiveness?  I’m so