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Journeys of a Psychic: Natural Caution

Journeys of a Psychic: Natural Caution

"It baffled me that most people on Creata took psychic abilities for granted.
"Are you not afraid of me now that you know?" I asked Tucker.
"No, should I be?" he questioned.
I could not answer him, but somewhere, deep down, I suspected that he should be. "
Han Storm
Excerpt from Preserving Creata, The Chronicles of Han, www.chroniclesofhan.com free reads on website and wattpad


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Journeys of a Psychic: Where souls Originated, from the experience of a servant soul

Long version in context from some of my own experiences as a servant soul

Where souls Originated

Excerpt from Saving Leilaka (available from www.chroniclesofhan.com)

"You wish to know where you originate from, what the Guardians meant by you being a child, a son of the Cosmos and the Original Creator, your true Father and Mother.
As I understand, you need to know in order to be content, to move forward in acceptance of your fate."

"Yes" I confirmed, intrigued at how she had known of my unanswered questions.

"I have been given permission to re-educate you, for throughout your physical incarnations and service to the Cosmos, you had obviously mislaid your full memory and cannot find the correct files to come to the correct conclusions you need in this physical lifetime."

Gaping at her, I realized that I knew of the 'blank' areas in my recordings; parts where happenings, events and general knowledge were lacking or unavailable to me. It was these blank spots that tended to drive me up the walls.

"It is considered time to remind you" she continued. "As you know, I am connected differently with The Cosmos than most entities that dwell within the physical dimensions and the dimensions associated with the physical realms.

I am not going to go into detailed explanations and am only going to remind you in general terms.
This is your story, how you came into existence. It is not the history of many, but only the few.

You are older than most Souls, Han. I know you feel it within yourself. This feeling of saturation sometimes manifests in an unwillingness to move forward, the feeling of wanting to give up, to go back to your roots and to become one with The Cosmos.

I know it is a constant battle to renew yourself, to keep yourself interested in Life itself.

I know it is difficult for you at times, but I also know that there is so much that you have not yet experienced and that you can look forward to.

But back to your history which started long before the beginning of physical Creation.

There came a time when the Absolute Be-ness, All-Mind, All-Consciousness, or merely called Cosmos as we know our Creator in these realms of existence, wanted more than just to be.

From its Eternal Breath-Motion it created, differentiated or manifested into two distinctions: Spirit or Purusha, Father; and Pre-Matter or Mulaprakriti, Mother.

When Spirit and Pre-Matter came together, they created the Spirit of the Universes, which we also refer to as The Son, or Mahat.

At this time, through Mahat, The Cosmos created the Formless Worlds, Arupa or Higher Worlds as we know these areas to be today.

When Manifestation into the Worlds of Form, or Rupa, was contemplated, The Creator saw it fit to create or manifest helpers for Its Spirit-Consciousness, the manifestation of Itself It refers to as Its Son, for Mahat.

It was around this time that you and others like yourself were created. Those few of you that are left are the Original Servants to the Cosmos."

Ariëtte gave this information time to sink in. I understood the content on levels that I did not know existed within my being, seeing in my mind's eye elements and places and energy forms, Source Energy or what I know as Fohat, the Life Force of The Creator that permeates through everything.

Also what was called Mahat, that part of The Creator that was Its Will, that which connected everything with an all-encompassing knowing, The Creator's Spirit.

I frowned at Ariëtte, confused about these issues of Creation that I knew I knew intimately, yet did not know in this body-consciousness at the moment.

"I do not comprehend. I have a Soul, I feel and see myself as an individual, I reside within the flesh of this very physical body. Yet you say that my Soul is one of the oldest in Creation? That I had been an individual before Creation of physical worlds began?" I enquired from her.

"Yes. Most people assume that Souls, or The Creator's Children, were created when people or higher evolved beings started to inhabit physical worlds.

Before the physical worlds, before Rupa began, Arupa was created by Mahat, The Creator's Will. Within these Higher Worlds He created servants for Himself, and eventually children, giving them functions and responsibilities, allowing them to become extended manifestations of Himself, but not yet allowing them to function independently. This only came much later, when many more 'things' were happening.

This is where the planning of Creation into the physical realms began and the grid systems were introduced in order for The Creator to keep in constant touch with everything."

"Then all of us that see ourselves as individuals have a Soul?"

"Yes, for life to exist in any form, physical or non-physical, there must be a Life-Spark, a pinprick of light in order for individualism to thrive.

It does not follow that all Souls are the same. It depends on what The Creator's intention was when the Souls were created.

Some are Children, or Free-willed. Some are Servants in their many forms and guises, some are Celestial Beings which includes the whole range of Angelic Beings. It all depends on what The Creator wants.

New Souls are constantly being created, ensuring a supply of Life to start anew all the time. As the old Souls become redundant or wish to return to their Origin, the new Souls start to experience.

It is generally accepted by Children that they rank highest in the hierarchy of Creation. This is true, but to compensate for this perception and to maintain balance within Creation, Children, or Free-willed Souls are mostly limited to the areas of Rupa or the physical areas of Creation which includes the Physical Dimensions and the Higher Dimensions around certain areas.

Servants are allowed to go wherever they are needed, whether to incarnate into physical form as humans or any other physical group in order to give service directly to The Creator, to Higher Ranking Servants or to individual Children and groups of Children.

Lower ranking Servants may be withdrawn from physical incarnations back into direct service to The Creator or any of the Higher Servants that are responsible for the Manifestation, Building, Stability and Maintenance of the various areas of Creation.

As you know, you have been sent all over Creation. You did not stay in any single Universe or Dimension, but have travelled all over, seeing and experiencing physical and non-physical realms. You have given service to The Creator in many forms, serving in many departments, subjecting yourself to many adventures in servitude."

"It is my function" I told her and she leaned over, fondly embracing me with her huge bulk.

"And that is what The Creator loves about you" she laughed at me, releasing me to sit dishevelled next to her. "You do not ask questions, well, most of the time you just do. You are quiet, like it was in the beginning when there was no sound."

"Now there is such a cacophony with everyone clamouring for The Creator's attention that I can barely hear myself think!" I complained.

"For your delicate Servant Soul, I suggest you try and keep away from rowdy Free-willed children as often as possible" she smiled at me.

"It is not a joke" I retorted.

The Cherub came inside, serving us with goblets of green icy sherbet.

Ariëtte indulged in her sweet. I stirred mine a bit, not really interested in this delicacy.

"Why do Angels see themselves higher in rank than Servants?" I wanted to know from her, watching The Cherub close the door behind it.

"It is because they are higher in rank than Servants" Ariëtte replied to my question. "You were created into the lowest rank of Soul-group. You can be used, abused, experimented upon as The Creator sees fit. Alternatively you can be snuffed out of existence as an individual at any time that suits The Creator."

She placed her empty dish next to her before taking the goblet with sherbet from my hands, helping herself to the sweet I was obviously not going to eat.

"It might seem unfair" she told me between bites, "but The Creator needed something to experiment with, and your Soul-group was manifested first. It is not as if a Master was going to be perfect with His first try at something totally new, now is it?"

I shook my head.

"And what The Creator learned from that first, initial manifestation was how to create other entities to please Him, to help Him, to be His eyes and His ears and His hands, His feet, His heart. To feel, to experience, to manifest in the myriad ways that is being done all over Creation as we speak.
And He experiences ALL of it, on some level or another, all the time. He does prefer to re-experience individual Souls when they decide to come home, to stop being part of Creation and to become part of His Collective Consciousness once more."

"You are now talking about relinquishing individuality?" I wanted to ascertain from her.

"Yes, in its ultimate form it is True Death, for the Soul stops being a conscious individual part, it merges with, or becomes a part of The All-Consciousness again.

There are intermediate stages that some Souls prefer to go through before returning back to The Creator. This can be likened to 'steps' in returning home where they will be educated as to what they will give up when becoming One with The Creator.

Most of these Souls wishing to return really do not wish to go on with Life, whether in physical or spiritual form. They are tired, depleted, dissatisfied with their experiences, feeling redundant or just filled to the brim with emotion – they simply do not have anywhere else to go."

"And those Souls I have destroyed?" I wanted to know.

"They have become part of the building blocks, the Aether or electrum of The Universes."

"Then their Souls did not return directly to The Creator as happens when an individual decides to stop Living?"

"No, it did not, but their Recordings had already been captured within The Cosmic Recording System and would not be lost. It is only the individual Soul that is no more. The same goes for 'lost' Souls. If their Guardians and loved ones cannot awaken them in the holding facilities around the individual planets, they ultimately stop existing, becoming Aether, dissolving back into the Cosmic Fibers of Creation."

"Energy cannot be destroyed, it is simply made to work in other ways."

"Yes, Han. It is simply made to work in other ways."

Excerpt From Saving Leilaka Copyright © H Gibson Chronicles of Han

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Q&A - How does it feel being reunited with past life memories while in human form?

Remembering Past Lives while in Human form

It was asked how it felt being re-united with my past lives within human form? How can one cope with this? What does it feel like to remember all that I do?

The easy answer is: That is what I, as an individual Soul-Spirit do. It is one of my functions and I was originally created to be able to cope with having 'total recall'.

As this reply is extremely private, I've only revealed it on my website blogs.

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Journeys of a Psychic: Do other psychics have guides too?

Excerpt Preserving Creata, Part 1, Learning Curve
*Do other psychics have guides too? Are they able to see and communicate with them like we do?*
*All entities on this Planet have a Divine Support System,* Sensaii explained. *Each individual is usually escorted through life by two specially appointed and trained spirit helpers. You always have a permanent Guardian watching over you, making sure no unauthorized harm comes to your body. The other is usually a guide, or guides, similar to me.*
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Journeys of a Psychic: What happens on Encha stays on Encha. But did it?

Journeys of a Psychic: The Emotional Impact of writing about Past Lives

What happens on Encha stays on Encha. But did it?

" *I do not wish to retain these memories, these feelings within my being. It will surely torture me, driving me insane with regret and heartache and self blame. With what could have been.
I will forever go over the events of today, trying to see if there could have been a different way of doing it. A different way of destroying that Thing, without harming her.*
- We are acutely aware of this. That is why The Creator has given us this opportunity. What happened on Encha, should stay on Encha -
*Until I have the courage to face it again.*
- Until then - "

Excerpt: Chronicles of Han Storm: Taming Encha, Book 3:
      Frank ordered his men to stand their ground, but the thing with the grey-blue scales and lizard-like features was already strangling the life from my beloved.
      Before I could discern what I was doing, fury overtook me and my body was engulfed within blue flames as I gathered the Source Energy within sight of all who surrounded me, accumulating it into a huge, twirling ball in front of me.
      My gaze fell upon Ariel.
      Her eyes were glazing over, life draining from her as the monster stole her life-force.
      *Do it!* she screamed hysterically into my mind, the agony of her demise ripping through my own body, as if a Grox had hold of her. Yet I knew this was no Grox.
      I slammed the ball of energy into them, allowing it to disintegrate flesh and spirit into a miniature nuclear eruption without any adverse effects to those surrounding it.
      The physical was evaporated. The spiritual had been shattered back into pure energy, returning to become part of the Creator once more.
      A miniature crater of scorched earth was all that remained.
      Lowering my quivering arms, I closed my eyes not to physically behold the destruction that had been created within the super nova of energy particles.
      I realized all too painfully that Ariel was gone with the Rogue Lord, extinguished from existence by a single blast of Pure Source Energy.
      My body sagged to its knees . . .

      I stood apart from it, watching it emotionally falling apart as gun-shots rang out and the other cannibals were executed mercilessly on the spot.
      My features contained no emotion whatsoever.
      Panam gently pushed my body over into a reclining position, asking it questions it was not responding to.
      Alis tried to revive it, but it slipped into a comatose state.   
      "*Come, Han*" Duek gently herded my spirit to a light portal that was on hand to transport me to the waiting Reclamation Hall in the Higher Worlds of Encha.
      Duek released me into the care of my Light Guardian. He would stay with my body, hiding it from the other Lizards, the Rogues that will hopefully now become active because of one of their own being slain.

      I lay myself down on a bed provided within a new hospital wing Hulo had insisted be created within the Higher Worlds of Encha.
      Lord Grox was not on hand for the reclamation as was promised and I felt deceived.
      Sorrow, numbness, anaesthesia surrounded my spirit, as if it was saturated with events and could not soak up even one more emotion.
      Becoming aware of a huge Light Being at my feet, I knew I recognised this entity from somewhere.
      It presented itself in the outline of a Light Angel. It did not talk, or use telepathy, yet I understood it.
      It needed me to go with it before the reclamation started. All those involved were not yet present. They had been sent for but as I am aware of, it was tricky travelling through the Universal Communication Systems if one was not authorised.
      My Guardian pulled me up from the bed, surrounding me in its warm comfort, guiding me along passages that had not seen use in a very long time.
      We came to an ancient looking section, where doors were still solidly built and had padlocks for locks.
      In my numbed state, I did not become aware of any other entities hovering around and presumed that this area was totally abandoned.
      It looked very well preserved though.
      My Guardian stopped in front of one of these solid ancient doors. It was unlocked and the energy key had been left within the padlock. I knew that these locks could only be opened by the Key bearer and that there was only a single key to every door. If the key should go missing, no-one, not even the owner would ever be able to enter that locked room.
      Pushing the door open, my Guardian entered with me still enfolded in its embrace.
      A trunk, representing an energetic vault, stood in the middle of this room.
      - Here you are to place that which you do not wish to retain - my Light Guardian informed me.
      *Must I place the actual memories in there, or only the emotional turmoil?* I wanted to know from it.
      - Whichever you do not wish to retain -
      It released me in front of the trunk. I watched as it opened the heavy looking lid before taking a position behind the trunk, waiting for me to do whatever I wished.
      *Is this part of the reclamation?* I wanted to know.
      - No, it is for you, a gift from The Creator -
      *Would I be able to reclaim at a later stage that which I put in here?*
      - Of course. Whatever you place in here will automatically dissolve from the original recordings. Not even your Cosmic Recording will contain any of this which is held captive within this mausoleum. When you are ready to become all of yourself again, you will be guided back here, to reclaim that which is rightfully yours. And your Cosmic Recordings will become fully restored -
      Logic returned to my numbed spirit for a few seconds.
      *Why was Ariel so different, so absolutely special?* I asked my Guardian that seemed to know a lot more about things than it had ever revealed to me. Now that I could communicate with it, I was taking this one chance I currently had.
      - She was your Soul Mate, created to perfectly balance your opposing nature, rendering harmony within your soul -
      *And I had destroyed her. Made her one with The Creator again.*
      - Sometimes you have to sacrifice a part of yourself to render great service to The Creator-
      *I do not wish to retain these memories, these feelings within my being. It will surely torture me, driving me insane with regret and heartache and self blame. With what could have been.
      I will forever go over the events of today, trying to see if there could have been a different way of doing it. A different way of destroying that Thing, without harming her.*
      - We are acutely aware of this. That is why The Creator has given us this opportunity. What happened on Encha, should stay on Encha -
      *Until I have the courage to face it again.*
      - Until then -

- End of Excerpt -

Exclusive Excerpt: Chronicles of Han Storm: Last Book
(Journeys of a Psychic: The Emotional Impact of writing about Past Lives)
23 April 2011 Saturday 12h31pm
      Yesterday, Friday 22nd. Easter Friday. Holiday. Did almost nothing. Not feeling like going on, yet knowing will have to sometime. Ignored all prompts from the Universe to continue. Just want to stay in limbo for a bit.
      Woke up with stomach ache this morning. Thoroughly unhappy  because of it. Cannot even enjoy food any more. At least chocolate and coffee still do it for me. But not always. Body in bit of a pickle because of lack of magnesium in muscles. But then, not been out of the house for a while, stagnating in 'sleeping' very long stretches again. Not that it is something I advise people to do. It is just that there are other things that need my attention elsewhere.
      Anyway. Just upset this morning for not able to eat as I used to, not able to sleep. Not able to rest. Being constantly tired and irritated and knowing that it is not from here but my Cosmic Self that has become cynical in its seeing of the physical world, for nothing has changed within my lifespan since the creation of Creation.
      People are still people. They still want the bad with the good and the wonderful without having to take up the responsibility it brings.
      Nothing has changed. It just moves from universe to universe and you start all over again within the same teachings, the same principles, the same type of adventures. Good vs Evil. Good wins, Evil wins. What is new? Destroy, build up from the destruction. Live in peace for a few 100 years. Get bored. Go bad, destroy, build up again. Same old, same old.
      Totally ridiculous. Anyway. Just my viewpoint. Must remember that there are very young Soul-Spirits that also wish to endure, live and let live.
      And therefore they need the chance to have physical worlds that have these opportunities available. It is not my life that is precious here. It is the lives around me. My children, my husband that sees everything as miracles, that stands amazed at the simplistic complexities of everything that makes up physical life.
      Yet when I look at it. It is all the same. It comes from the same place. It goes back to the same place. Physical, spiritual, ethereal. All the same to me.
      Cynical [believing the worst of others, esp. that all acts are selfish]. Correct word to use. All is in the end only for the emotional gathering of the Self, is it not?

14h15pm: Made love to hubby. Quiet. Peaceful, Unattached.
      I am told that I should just go back to that part of Encha. Just do it, get it over with. Go within myself, disappear for a while and bring back the memories onto paper from so long ago.
      Trick is. The door is still locked and I am afraid that if I should open it, the gushing would be too intense to handle upon this plane of existence.
      I am told that I will actually be okay with it. That I should not worry, that I should just open the door and allow the memories the release from my heart they have been waiting for so long.
      Interesting thought that our emotions, our memories, our troubles sometimes long for release from us. For us to allow them to go in peace and forgiveness.
      So I stand in front of the door which holds the box to Encha's darkest memories. I turn the key, waiting for my husband to first bring me my coffee before I will advance inside to open the elusive box I have finally found within this locked room.

21h37pm: Advancing slowly, picking out the oldest memories within sequence, one at a time. Not advancing too fast for comfort, knowing that what is still to come is all very complex memories of good intermingled with bad, with evil, with still not comprehending after all the chronological 'time' after these happenings.
      Take it easy, allowing only one memory at a time to surface, to show itself, to be written for this World I now reside upon and within.
      Frequent breaks between work. Lots of coffee. Lots of sugar. I feel sick to my stomach, yet this body want food, but the Soul-Spirit does not.

22h39pm: I remember now, as I dig around, one frame of information at a time. The soldiers had a saying. What happens on Encha, stays on Encha. You did not take Encha home. You left her at the portal, carrying on with your life when you leave.
      I remember me and Ariel. I remember why Encha is so deeply buried. Was so undeniably locked up. It is because I lost my soul-mate on that planet. And not just in the physical sense of the word.
      Because of the Rogue Lizard, she was destroyed completely. He was vanquished.  Both were obliterated back into the base element of aether where one's soul became one again with The Creator.
      In the instant before death, I now know that she did it for me. She protected me, trying to keep me under the radar of the Lizard.

24April2011 Sunday 00h21am: No bed for me just yet. More memories being released, all started with one small trigger. I am crying again as the little details are being presented to me. How to give this out to this world? How so much heartache can be carried by one single being?
      The tears spill over my cheeks, gushing into my neck, collecting into my clothes. I take a handkerchief and weep into it, not loud enough for my husband to hear. Not loud enough for my children to wake up.
      Just a release of all the heartache that had been stashed within a dark, dank box.
      My husband stated that I am busy with a difficult bit, otherwise I would have been typing. Confirmed this. He will know when he reads this part of my previous life. I know now why I have hidden it so well, even from me, the grief is still shallow, digging through to this current life I am living at the moment.
      It is probably time to let this go as well. It is time to release and unveil that which had stayed behind on Encha. That which was never talked about, never mentioned once you left that place, locked up in a strong-box and hidden in a locked room so that you do not ever have to return to it.
      But now I have been ordered to and it is too hard to bear. My heart wants to break all anew, for that one single entity is part of everything now. No longer an individual. And it was not her choice. She did it for me. And I destroyed her. I destroyed her completely. How can one ever forgive oneself for that atrocity? How?
      I know that it was the only way.
      I have never revealed my feelings to anyone before. Not in the lifetime of Han Storm anyway. No-one ever discussed Encha after we've opened her up and destroyed the Lizards. No-one ever asked what happened that day.
      We all kept quiet, too afraid and too emotionally depleted to bring that negativity to the fore.
      And now I am paying for it. Hundreds of Thousands of years after the incident. I am paying for it. My family is paying for it, because I become not myself. I become someone else and I do not know if I am strong enough within this body to handle it.
      Feeling empty and depleted. Warn out by the responsibility to bring my lives to this World.
      Limbo.
      Protecting myself from the emotional overload.
      Limbo.
      I want to sleep, but sleep will bring only more detailed memories . . .
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