Jumping is a work of visionary fiction that begins with a nihilistic act. The main character a young man, who feels life’s limits are killing him, drives to a remote area, walks 100 yards, and leaps into a dark and mysterious chasm, known locally as the “Void.” Friends and family are stunned. What he meets in the Void is his own larger spiritual history–a cohort of souls he incarnated with, a string of past lives he visits–and he’s changed profoundly and permanently. Because of his story, others jump. What are they jumping to?
Duncan Robert is the first to jump. No one saw him do it, but some claim they felt something at the moment he jumped–a sort of missed beat, or skip, in the order of things. The Void waits in the woods just outside of town and has for as long as anyone can remember, though no one knows why.
In the tradition of The Celestine Prophecy and Mutant Message Down Under, this teaching fable explores the necessity of taking risks, life beyond the limits and time and space, and humanity’s place in the universe.
“In a way, Jumping is similar to spiritually directed fantasy or channeled work. I’ve never written anything like it and typically don’t read anything like it, so I’m short on language to describe it. It’s metaphysical and fiction, which removes it from the category of straight channeling or metaphysical self-help books.” –Jane Peranteau
She stands at the edge, where he stood. The wind whips her skirt around her legs, persuasive. She sways.
She has stood alone at this spot in her dreams for as long as she can remember, feeling the Void’s call. It always feels familiar. In her dreams, she jumps. She falls and falls, twisting and turning, grabbing for a handhold, a ledge, anything, as panic grabs her breath. She never sees what’s beyond this upending fall into darkness. She never touches bottom. All she’s left with, when she jolts awake, gasping for air, fighting her sheets, is the taste and smell of her fear. She has it now.
What her dreams didn’t have was the massively ancient presence that surrounds her now at the edge. It is as permeating and knowing as wind. It has found her and she will follow.
Every life needs a jump.