"What goes around, comes around."
Truer words were never spoken, as evidenced by the complex interactions and fates of the characters in "The Turn of The Karmic Wheel."
When the residents of Raleigh begin to hear music and voices that aren't "there", and to receive frightening messages from no discernable source, it soon becomes apparent that changes must - and will - be made:
to their everyday lives, to their relationships, to their bodies, and, most importantly, to their souls.
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The Turn of the Karmic Wheel
Why should you live your life performing acts of charity, caring about others, doing the right thing, when -
Many individuals are feeling the pressure of the economy...taxes...shelter...food...utilities. It may seem the rich continue to grow richer each year and they seem to reap such grand rewards in life. Many are corrupt.
Enter into the small college town of Raleigh, MO where the force of universal law takes hold!
Where no man or woman is safe from scrutiny of the deeds and acts committed. Once well hidden, the true self - the soul - exposed for all to see.
Could you undergo such inquiry?
She twisted the left faucet at full force and the right at medium. Rosie felt the water change from ice cold to lukewarm.
While the water ran, she began humming a song, a bit out of tune,but recognizable. 'You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.'
Silencing herself, she brought a jar of cream makeup remover and twisted the cap enjoying the faint aroma of vanilla and almond. Daintily she dipped her right hand into the cream and proceeded to smear it over her entire face and neck. She rubbed the thick, white creamy lotion deep into her pores, making an oval with her mouth so as to get into every nook and cranny, her eyes nearly bulged out of her face.
Puzzled, she hesitated and realized the more she rubbed, the darker in color the white makeup remover became.
"Sweet Jesus, what is this stuff and where in the world is that disgusitng smell coming from?"
It couldn't be the remover. Hell, she'd used this same jar for the last three days. Yet the deeper and harder she massaged the cream into her face, the more revolting the stence became and the darker the cream turned; there was now a brown colored face looking back at her in the mirror.
"I'm getting this goop off me right this instant," Rosie stated hysterically.
She frantically searched for a washcloth and finally located one behind her, hanging from a rail, and began rubbing the brown foul-smelling gunk off her face. With each rub erupted huge red and white boils and welts where the cream had touched her skin.
"Oh, my Lord." Rosie exclaimed, "this can't be real. This just isn't happening. My face...my face!" She screamed in utter terror.
Rosie grasped her face and pressed her palms into them as spiders, beetles, ladybugs, ants and caterpillars exited each boil and welt, falling onto her breasts. They traveled down the length of the gown and onto her once pink slippers, slippers that wre now a murky, muddy brown.
Rosie tried her best to swat and wipe them away, yet the more she swatted and wiped, the greater they multiplied, untl they covered her entire face, neck and body. The reek of them made her sick to her stomach.
She turned toward the toilet to expel the vomit surging in her throat. Upon heaving and hurling her guts up, she grew exhausted and lapsed into unconsciousness, sliding onto the dense pink rug beneath her feet.