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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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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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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Journeys of a Psychic: Universal Mission

Excerpt from Saving Leilaka -
Han is reminded of his Universal Mission on Leilaka

"And as we have known from the beginning of your arrival here, you had said yourself in the Translations of the Prophesies of Emperor Jamal that, if negativity had been negated, you would rebuild Leilaka into a proper Paradise.
All the People of Leilaka are waiting for this part of the Prophesy to come to pass. They have their attention turned to the area where you reside at all times; they have you in their hearts and thoughts continuously.
To them you are a living deity, Han.
Jamal's Prophesies and the Humans' legends had come alive with your deeds. Within your bond with an unhatched Huracan and your special connection with these mythical creatures, you are undoubtedly the Leader of the Huracan Legions.
You have proven beyond a doubt that you are the Original Dameous by opening the treasure vault, even though there was nothing inside.
The Gobajians know you are one of them, having vanquished the Rogue Lord in front of one of their kin as witness.
You have saved Leilaka and now you must rest and recuperate so you can rebuild her to her former glory."
I did not feel like a god. I felt small and vulnerable, weighted down with the expectation of Nations.
"I just need them to cut me some slack. Can they not understand that I have been to hell and back for them?" I asked, knowing that there was but a handful of people who actually knew the real reasons for me being here.
"No, Han. People do not understand the extent of your sacrifices. They are not aware of all that you do for us.
You know this. It comes with the Universal job description. You should accept who you are and embrace the knowledge that you know that you are more than people think you are.
When you can make peace with this, you will feel a lot better about your life here. You would eventually be able to become part of this world."
I watched my friend with trepidation. If I had truly saved Leilaka, then why was I experiencing this sense of pending Doom?
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Journeys of a Psychic: Reincarnation of friends and family members

#Reincarnation of friends and family members within your lifetime. Many know who their children and grandchildren are. Many of these children may let it slip that they know they had been with you before. Accept this as a special grant to enjoy life together again.
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Journeys of a Psychic: Reincarnation

#Reincarnation

"Just imagine if you hadn't incarnated, Han? The Chronicles would not have manifested, LEILAKA would have remained dormant and unknown, other books will not be written as planned, your Healing Oils and Creams would never have been manufactured...! The world would have been poorer for your absence!!
But, in your greatness, you chose being here at this time and space in Earth history....you knew what you were getting yourself into, you were shown all the challenges, traumas, and troubles lying in wait for you...and yet you incarnated regardless!!
And for that, we say thank you, Dear One!!
You are loved and appreciated by many of your fans....this Monkey included."
- Bhakta-Anjana

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Journeys of a Psychic: Facets of our nature

#Facets of our nature

Han's mother discusses her son with some of her colleagues.
Excerpt from The Chronicles of Han, Negotiating Limïer
 "The great spirit, Hanuman, can not be defined or captured by mere mortals, Anit Brian," Annayeke reminded him. "We all know that Hanuman changes shape, structure and dimension as a woman fits garments in preparation for a special occasion.
We can never pin him down or box him in, capture him for more than a second, for he is as the air around us, everywhere at once.
He is in us, between us, around us, but also separate from us. If he is anything as we remember from the days of the Navigators, I can assure you he will be nothing like them and will re-define the legends, for he is without borders and boundaries.
In spirit, he can not be captured or held captive.
In body form, it is hard to contain him for any length of time in any case.
What more do you expect if he is like the wind and the weather, doing his own thing all the time, surprising us with thunder and lightning and minutes later the sun will shine."
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