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Tuesday, January 15, 2019

Journeys of a Psychic: To Serve Mankind

Journeys of a Psychic: To Serve Mankind

"You know, I pity your kind. You do not have a life of your own. Whatever path you choose, you will always end up serving others."
I felt no anger towards Slick. I felt drained and tired. He was correct. I have never felt like my own person.- Excerpt #ChroniclesofHan
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Saturday, January 12, 2019

Journeys of a Psychic: Saving Leilaka - Excerpt - Death: Guiding Them Home

Saving Leilaka - Excerpt - Death: Guiding Them Home

"I will walk you over. I am allowed in both worlds at the same time. That is my function. That is what I do best."

Saving Leilaka Excerpt
" Moira and I blended in flight, our hearts feeling as if it had been run through with a blade.
We faltered, tumbling from the sky to hit the trees before crashing to the ground.
I could hear Habieb shouting at me. I heard Lance's inquiring rumble as he sat down next to his mate.
Keeping my eyes closed, ignoring Habieb, I allowed my consciousness to rush towards the area of the tragedy . . .

Krishten and Tornique lay in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the ravine near Longhorn, their bodies a tangled mass of broken flesh. Both bodies had perished, their spirit forms standing watching in stunned surprise at the gruesome sight.
"Krishten" I alerted my daughter, making her aware that I was there with her.
"Daddy?" she asked. "Is this how it is when you are no longer in your body, when you walk in Astral?"
"No, Honey. Your particle cord has been severed. Can you not see that your body is dead?"
"Really?" she inquired in shock, watching Kaleb unbuckling her crushed form from her Huracan's saddle, dragging it away from the carcass. "But we did not mean to crash. Tornique's wing snapped with the stress of the sudden change of direction I asked of her, and . . . now we're . . . dead?"
Feeling her regret, I came to stand by her, gently touching her with my hand which she grabbed, hanging on securely.
"I was not aware that one could feel in the spirit world?" she asked.
"It is still just energy and when you vibrate at the same level, you can feel the impulses in an energetic way" I told her, watching Kaleb cuddle his sister to his chest, crying despondently over her.
"Is there anything else you wish to see before being taken home?" I asked her.
"I would not be able to stand their sadness. No, I want to say goodbye to Tornique and then leave to the Lands Beyond. I do not wish to stay and say goodbye to anyone else. You are with me now in any case."
"Come then" I told her, gently pulling her to where her Huracan's spirit was waiting for us.
She hugged the animal with one hand, refusing to let go of our connection.
At last she relinquished her hold on Tornique before turning to me.
"Where will she go?" she wanted to know.
"To Huracan heaven and you will go to the Higher Entities of Leilaka. Come."
I walked her towards the Light Portal that is always available when a pure one's particle path had been severed.
She stopped in front of it.
"Are you leaving me here?" she wanted to know.
"No, I will walk you over. I am allowed in both worlds at the same time. That is my function. That is what I do best."
Hooking her arm through mine, we walked into the tunnel of bright light as so many people had recounted after being returned from so-called near death experiences. Continue Reading:

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Tuesday, January 8, 2019

Journeys of a Psychic: Internal struggles of a Deity

Internal struggles of a Deity
Excerpt from Saving Leilaka

Free for a few moments for the first time in a while, I sat down at my desk, starting to write random thoughts into my diary, just to get everything out of my heart and onto paper. These very private rants seemed an adequate release for some of the pent-up stress and anger this lifetime and responsibilities of Krish brought over me:
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Saturday, January 5, 2019

Journeys of a Psychic: What is Joy?

What is Joy?
Excerpt from Saving Leilaka
" Searching through the rows, a blue bottle drew my attention and was promptly chosen to be my company for the evening. I could just as well indulge in the human ways, seeing that I was supposed to be one of them at the moment.
The cellar had a small foyer with ancient leather bound lounging chairs, a table and a cabinet with crystal glasses. Very convenient of the ancients to leave their creature comforts at our disposal.
It was not the first time this area had been fortunate enough to receive us as visitors and we made ourselves comfortable before breaking the seal on this bottle.
The contents were dark red-gold in colour, the aroma distinctly fruity. It had kept its punch and was quite potent, the first sip completely taking my breath away.
Habieb grimaced before bursting out in cheerful laughter.
"You should see your face" he told me.
"And you yours" I replied, taking another sip, allowing the heat to infuse the rest of my body from the inside out.
"A good drink to have on a cold night" Habieb agreed at my sigh of contentment.
"You know you should not be drinking" he cautioned as I took another rather large swallow.
"I know" I replied, quiet comfort engulfing my body, numbing my mind and senses, making the world around me look rosy, no matter if it was or not.
"What is joy, Habieb?" I wanted to know from my friend.
"It is the emotion you have when feeling happy" he replied, a frown on his forehead at this silly question from me.
So joy is an emotion leading on from a feeling of happiness I replied to myself, mulling it over, comparing Habieb's statement with what I had learnt in the scrolls from Jamal.
Happiness, joy and contentment.
All emotional rest-stops along the way of life. They were the small rewards for tasks well done and goals achieved. Fleeting, like the blooms of flowers. As fragrant, with emotional experiences and rich in memories to be relived in later years.
Yes, I thought to myself. Joy should be experienced in small doses to make it special and unforgettable.
The rest of the time we experience other feelings, leading to other emotional unrest within our beings. Just maybe, if I could get the hang of this emotional stuff, I might find joy more readily available, or at least contentment in life.
It was a great start to realize that I was still struggling with the same type of emotions that had given me unrest in my previous life. If I should give it more attention in this lifetime, my life here might become easier, as well as other lives I might still live after this one.
Nothing was truly assured, and tomorrow was not guaranteed for anyone, including me.
So today, this very moment, to live life from moment to moment to the fullest, was actually all we had. Yet most humans lived life as if they had forever to live.
Still, concentrating on the here and now did not exempt one from the responsibility of planning for the future, especially not in my regard where I knew today was not my last day and my tomorrows on this planet called Leilaka was secure, at least until I reached the age of fifty years, which was not that far off, considering how time flies when one was busy with insignificant things.
I sighed deeply, overcome with an intense sense of grief so deep that tears welled up in my eyes.
So why exactly was I grieving?
It was because, no matter how much I complained, I loved my life here on Leilaka and would have liked to stay a bit longer than the allotted time given to me.
I had no choice but to let go of loved ones and this wonderful place. I was grieving, for I was going to lose the connection to this world.
This was another thing that weighed heavily on my mind, something that Habieb was aware of, but not giving any attention to at the moment for the end felt such a long way away, while it was actually not.
A hand touched my arm and I looked up at Habieb that was standing in front of me.
"Let me take you home, Han" he told me sympathetically, helping me to stand as I was already unstable from the drink.
"Bringgg zhe bottle" I heard my voice slur, thinking it strange that I was still thinking straight, but that my body did not want to obey my commands.
Finding this hysterically funny, I laughed internally, no sound escaping my lips, my mouth not responding to the internalized humour.
"Oh, heck!" I told Habieb before collapsing in a heap in the passage . . . "
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Thursday, December 20, 2018

Journeys of a Psychic: The Nayakteale - Servant of the Creator

The Nayakteale - Excerpt from Saving Leilaka
"Hanuman, you are what we call in some circles a Nayakteale, a Prophet, a Servant of The Creator, a Leader amongst mortals" he told me in a tone of voice that clearly stated that I should have remembered this about myself.
"You know that The Creator will never abandon His Children. He will always provide someone to come up with a miracle. Someone who is able to lead them into new ways of being. Someone who can open their minds, make them aware of different ways of existence.
It has always been your function to save the physical, or the spiritual, the intellectual, or any other aspect of Life.
Hanuman! You have always been used as the tool of change, as the servant, as the saviour. And yes, you even had to sacrifice your very life for The Creator's Children to live their lives to the fullest of their capabilities."
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Wednesday, December 19, 2018

Journeys of a Psychic: Confessions

Confessions - Excerpt from Saving Leilaka

" They waited until I had finished my meal, then Ishmay turned and took a seat opposite me.
"Is it true what you have told Habieb?" the Emperor of the Elfes wanted to verify his facts.
"It is. Connor and Reif know that I am not here indefinitely. I have received my orders, whether I like it much is no-one's concern. Neither is the timing. I just thought it better that you all know in advance. Then future long-term planning can be taken into consideration."
"Are you sure about this?" Ragghwaart wanted to know.
"As sure as Lord Brutrïum is that my Cosmic name has been written on the coffins, since their existence on Leilaka" I replied.
"You mean Berkmont" Berkmont corrected for me, entering through the back door.
"Yes, I mean Berkmont" I confirmed, still seeing him for who he truly was and not the Elf currently standing inside my home, dripping mud onto my floor.
"Sorry for the mess, but that Wolfsbain you are looking for kept on eluding us. You will have to come and claim it yourself tomorrow."
He hooked up a chair with a booted foot, plonked his body onto it and leaned back against the wall, looking around as if aware that he had missed some vital piece of information, his eyes coming to rest on me.
"Just how do you know about the day Emperor Jamal perished?" he asked me.
"I have seen King Dameous' original recordings. I know what happened there" I stated, not just for him but for the curiosity that had been unsatisfied within my own team for a long while now.
"Is that why the King of Gobajia claimed you to be the full incarnation of the Original King Dameous as well?" Ishmay raised the next question they had been wondering about.
"Yes" I stated. What else could I do but tell the truth. This was obviously a truth finding session.
"What do you mean by 'as well'?" Berkmont enquired from Ishmay.
"Being the son of Dameous, he was put to the Test of Kings before he could be initiated into Kinghood" Reif replied.
"So he was able to open the safe?" Berkmont asked suspiciously.
"Yes" Ishmay stated, frowning at the dwarf's obvious sense of pride in the matter.
"Well, what was in it?!" Berkmont stared at us, the suspense seemingly overwhelming.
"Nothing" Ragghwaart told his kin.
"Nothing?" Berkmont scowled. "Are you sure? After all those years of speculation to the content? Nothing?"
"Yes" Ragghwaart confirmed. "It was empty. There was absolutely nothing in there . . . "
"Where are the manuscripts, the weapon, the diary? Where did the artefacts go?" Berkmont ranted, as if he had been personally responsible for the King's treasure.
"What do you know that we do not?" Ishmay asked the upset Elf.
"I served with Emperor Jamal. I knew what Dameous had taken and supposedly hidden. I know what was supposed to be in that safe."
"Then, these items you have been talking about, you know the exact content?" Ishmay asked, keeping his temper about this irate outburst.
"These items, as you put it, are tools to rebuild our world. Now they are lost to future generations" Berkmont sighed, lamenting the loss of a national treasure.
"They are not lost" Reif stated, watching me while I silently shouted at him to keep his mouth.
"Oh, and now a Dwarf knows where they are!" Berkmont sneered.
"I removed them to a safe place" I came clean, making everyone stare at me in shock. "These artefacts are not for Leilaka's use at the moment. None of the old technology is. Someday these artefacts will be needed and will be found, but not in our lifetimes."
"What the heck are you talking about?" Ishmay asked, upset that there was something he did not know about. "When did you remove it? How did you remove it?"
"That is none of your concern. The artefacts in question are safe and will stay hidden until otherwise decided by a Higher Hand, not by Man nor Elf nor Dwarf!" It was my final word upon the subject and I stood up, allowing my huge Aura to build around the people in the room until it felt as if the roof would not be able to stunt its growth.
Stop it! Habieb told me, also standing up. You are scaring them. You do NOT need to play god with us.
Calming down, I turned and stepped out the door, allowing my Aura to be pulled outside with such force that the draft slammed the door shut behind me. "
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Tuesday, December 18, 2018

Journeys of a Psychic: Channelings

How Han came to Leilaka.
Excerpt from #SavingLeilaka.

"And Trans-medium Channelings, what happens there?" Habieb wanted to know.
"When a person is a Trans-medium, which is considered a separate psychic gift, an individual relinquishes total control over his or her body for a period of time in order to give another spirit a chance to enter their body and use it for whatever reason, usually to bring a message or specialized knowledge to someone else."
"This is what happened between you and Krish, is it not?" Ishmay wanted to know.
I shook my head in the negative. "No. I am not a walk-in. Krish had already left his body by the time I was placed inside of it. His body was basically dead but my entry had revived it and I therefore took command over his body."
"You said 'placed' inside of it" Habieb stated, a confused expression on his handsome face. "I always thought you took Krish's body over. Was it then not your decision to come here?"
I saw what he was thinking about . . .

. . . two boys on a beach after a fight over a hunt. The one's illusion of his friend being an invincible, perfect god, shattered; the other, knowing that being here was not his choice.
"I know you think I am perfect in every way possible, but I am not, Habieb" I told my disillusioned friend.
He wore a pained expression on his face, real sorrow showing as he concentrated excessively on tying his laces.
"I might be this mighty invincible Soul when not contained in a physical body" I told him softly. "But here I have taken the body of Krish that had been created totally Human in all respects. This body had been occupied by a native Leilakan Soul. It had not been specifically manufactured for me.
Here I am as mortal as everyone else, subjected to the rules of third dimensional physical life on this Planet.
I still struggle to cope with simple things you take for granted. Sometimes I battle to come back after having left this body, praying that it would start working when I return to it."
I stood up, walking a few steps towards the sea, running my hands through my hair before turning back to him where he was watching me with an intense expression on his face.
"The Universe knows I do not belong here!" I stated, upset with this world, upset with the mind-set of these people, thinking me a Saviour, and all I wanted was a normal life!
Habieb just kept on staring at me, as if I was the insane one for not understanding what they saw in me.
"But you are here now, helping us" he said. "If you did not want to be here you should not have come."
It was a simple statement that made me mad as anything.
"I KNOW!" I shouted at him, turning back to look out over the sea.
"I know" I whispered to myself.
I had given up my life in the Universe of Kraita to be here, and now I get upset because people acknowledge who I truly am. They would expect me to be perfect. They would expect miracles from me.
I was not yet where I had to be. I was not yet all that I needed to be.
"I will become a better person" I stated as much to Habieb as myself . . .

And now I was almost there. I felt it in every upgrade that terrorized my body with agonizing pain impulses.
"Yes, Habieb. I was initially not aware who I was and I had no choice in the matter of coming here, even if I thought I had some say, I really did not.
Servants do not have a choice in where they are needed to serve."
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