Journeys of a Psychic: Being Different

Journeys of a Psychic: Being Different

"This niggling feeling of Destiny threatened to overwhelm me. It felt as if I really had no control over my life. I did not even know what I really wanted from it!
I do not want these . . . abilities, I silently told myself, suddenly angry at myself for being so different from others.
Still, I knew in my heart that I loved being different, able to know and perceive things others could not. "
Excerpt from Preserving Creata, The Chronicles of Han Storm
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Journeys of a Psychic: Near Death Experience adventure of H Gibson

Living a Multidimensional Life is the autobiography of author, H Gibson relating her NDE, Life Review, recovery and aftermath of sustaining 3rd degree burns to 35% of her body.

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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
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Journeys of a Psychic: Lifetimes Differ

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

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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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: http://chroniclesofhan.com/blog/14-leilaka-excerpts/257-saving-leilaka-excerpt-death-guiding-them-home

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