Lifetimes Differ
Excerpt from Saving Leilaka
When my loved ones were finally asleep in the tent, I sat down by the fire, contemplating the workload that was ahead of me.
I felt lost, unable to focus, as if this life had been but a fleeting dream and that I was about to awaken in an alternate reality in a Pod, somewhere in another Universe.
Touching the medallion around my neck, I reflected on the silver it was made from. It was a talisman, a jewel reminding me of my origins, of my previous life as Han Storm and what I had to give up there to assist my people, to assist Creatans.
In this life as Krish I was luckier, or unlucky, depending on the situation. This was a more normal life for me. One in which I could enjoy domestic bliss, but was still expected to do my Universal Duties.
I had a wife, a child, friends and all sorts of pets, small and great, to keep me occupied, to make me laugh, to allow me to love them to my heart's content.
Turning the medallion around in my hand, I thought that Krish's body did not respond to metal as Han's body did. This body could not even incorporate foreign substances to enhance energetic performance.
I was unable to blend silver, copper and gold into my vibrations as I used to do.
It felt unfair not to be able to do so. Not to be able to Teleport in the blink of an eye. Not to have all my Cosmic functions available to me in this form of Krish.
I had to do everything the hard human way, and I found it distasteful to do so.
Actually, downright humiliating.
Or should it be humbling?
I was supposed to have this human experience in this lifetime, but still being expected to perform Universal work when asked to do so, from a limited body that could not do all I was asked to do.
I missed my previous life. I missed my home. I missed being the powerful being I used to be.
Here, I was a mere human, having a human experience, and I was discontent with it!
Ragghwaart joined me at the fire, tossing another log on before sitting down.
"We are going to have some more snow before morning" he reflected, watching the sky that had opened a bit this afternoon.
I did not reply. It might be the last snow we would experience.
It was up to me, little human Krish, to prevent a cataclysmic event and ensure that their perfect little lives went on, undisturbed!
"Moira explained to Raman what you need to do" Ragghwaart informed me, watching the pained expression on my face.
"She also said she has the fullest confidence that you can make the threat go away."
I sat up straight, hugging my body.
I was cold.
"I am not an all-powerful being" I hissed at him. "I am not a god!"
"That we know" Ragghwaart acknowledged, heating his hands by holding them near the flames.
"But you do know things we do not and you are the only one who can save Leilaka" he insisted.
"I know" I sighed at him, seeing in my mind's eye what needed to be done when we reached Glyden. I had already started on the planning.
Some specialized items were needed, but I felt confident that we would find everything in Hannahushah.
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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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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: http://chroniclesofhan.com/blog/14-leilaka-excerpts/257-saving-leilaka-excerpt-death-guiding-them-home
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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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Truth is a Complicated Business
- Excerpt from Saving Leilaka
"We see you as a Divine Being" Prahava informed me after a short period of silence. "What would you say is the Prescription to lead an honourable life?"
"This is an interesting question I have not been asked before" I replied, taking a moment to formulate an answer.
"It is my opinion that one should always live in a manner that is non-harming to yourself, nature, the animal kingdom or your fellow man" I replied with conviction.
"If you live honourably, you should be able to expect others to do onto you as you would do onto your loved ones. That is a good rule to stick to, but I know it is a flawed rule, for there are dishonourable people out there and you must always be alert.
Live in truthfulness, for the Universe records everything, and you would never need to worry to remember lies" I laughed.
Prahava did not think it funny and scowled at me. Okay, so he was not one for witticisms.
"What about not disclosing the truth? Is that an untruth as well?" he asked. "Being a Diplomat, we do not disclose everything about ourselves or our countries. It is not in our best interest to allow other people to know everything about ourselves. It could become dangerous."
"In this regard I am sure it is best not to disclose all of the truth. As you have seen, and come to experience from me, I cannot disclose everything I know, see or foresee to those around me. I only reveal that which they need to know. The rest I keep for myself."
"This I have seen" Prahava confirmed. "You only tell us what you perceive we can handle, or are ready for. The rest you keep securely hidden behind shields not even I can infiltrate with my gift of clairvoyance."
He sighed, thinking about things. "Then if you say 'tell the truth', for me it means to disclose only that which is not going to harm anyone."
I smiled. Truth was a complicated business. In my incarnated lives as Han Storm, in my Soul-span as Hanuman, I have always had to hide the Actual Truth. For many reasons; from silly ones such as people not wanting to accept my truth, to being persecuted for who I truly am. It had never been the ideal to reveal all that I was, all that I knew, and even here on Leilaka, I constantly used illusion in different forms to hide myself, the truth about MySelf, and the truth these people did not need to know.
"You are absolutely correct. We get different kinds of Truth" I told Prahava. "Your truth, my truth and the Actual Truth are just part of it."
To this he responded with a deepening frown.
"The Public Truth is what we allow others to know and see about ourselves" I continued with my explanation. "That is our public personality or public appearance.
The Personal Truth is what we know about ourselves; that which we are not willing to disclose to outsiders, but willing to disclose to our family or very close friends.
Then you get your Internal Truth. This is what you know about yourself and will never share with anyone else. It is also what you believe to be your Truth."
"And the Actual Truth is as it has been recorded by the Record-Keepers" Prahava concluded.
"Correct. The Cosmic Truth includes all of these different perceptions as well as the Actual Truth. This is where those that know how to use the Recording Halls, can go to in order to see or find the Actual, emotionless, unabridged Truth about a situation."
"Only when you are allowed, and I am not" Prahava stated.
More sighing followed from both of us. The Universe was a complex place.
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