Understanding Character within a Story – Aries: The Devil Inside.

I’ve been writing this novel forever! I started back in late 2011 when I first moved to New York, I had already gotten the bare bones of it at that point as this is loosely based on a short Graphic Novel I had worked on earlier that year called “Dreamwalker”. But I may be changing it since I’ve seen there are a few novels out there with the same title. I wrote the majority of the first draft of this story back in 2012 and haven’t looked at it since I found an editor last year! I’m slowly working on this project but the goal is to get this done at the end of this year, crossing fingers! This is my baby project.

I wanted to post this chapter told from the point of view of a 20 year old boy named Aries who’s in love with a girl named Isis. The setting is in a futuristic San Francisco, a supernatural world with spirits possessing humans and Dreamwalkers– Spirit consciousness that can enter a person’s dreaming state at will. (Of course this is all stuff I made up from my imagination!) I also wanted to post this because my editor made a really good comment about how complex this character is and how well thought out his character arc is. And he’s not even the main character!

STORY NOTES: Aries has been possessed for a long time that its second nature to him in a lot of ways, but he’s reached a point that he’s rebelling at what Seth wants him to do. Seth is the Ka– A double spirit that is also living in his body trying to overtake him. This piece is about Aries’ personal Tragedy, he’s already lost. The fighting isn’t over, but the war is over. Its a remnant of someone good and decent. The storytelling is a bit linear, bear with me! As this is the first draft and will more than likely edit this piece again for the final.

Personal story: my dad was a meth addict when I was in high school, so i’ve seen first hand the transformation from happy dad to this person who was insane. As writers we are incredibly sensitive and observing of the world around us. Being fifteen and witnessing first hand how my father had changed was a scary thing. Thank god I had my grandparents who took care of me and that I never had to be in the same house when my father was going through this. I’ve seen tons of other people at their best and worst, and also how complex people are in our lives. This story I’m telling is a metaphor for something very personal and real.

My advice to other writers: use your personal experiences to channel the stories that you want to tell. Its easier to understand a character once you’ve experienced it first hand. As writers, we really have to understand people and the complexity of human behavior. A light and dark side, redeeming qualities, and what happens to them to justify their behaviors. A character or person isn’t always bad– its what happens to them in their life that influences them or their point of view to act a certain way. Ex: The Grinch who stole Christmas. Or the main character from Breaking Bad, he does what he does but he does this for the love of his family. So we empathize. 

 

Here it goes… be gentle! Sorry for the longest post ever! Any thoughts, questions, comments after you read, I’d love to hear them! Happy Reading!

 

Chapter 24. The Devil Inside (Aries Point of View)

I didn’t want to kill her. In fact I never want to. But now that she knows everything about me, there’s no way she’d come near me now. It’s probably best for her to stay away from me anyway.

I couldn’t be her friend.

I’m losing control of this thing—this thing inside of me that festered so deep in me, there’s no way I could ever remove the shackles of what it has created. It was like having something implanted in my body, like a shrimp like probe that entered Neo’s body in the Matrix. I don’t know if it actually looked like that but lately my imagination has been running wild.

I was having strange dreams of this thing that looked like a round mechanical robot with eight short legs, twice the size of a tarantula and it had these red eyes that would light up and shoot lasers at me when it showed itself. In my dream it would spring up and attack me. It would clamp onto my chest and bury its small tiny claws into my heart not hurting me but disappearing like a ghostly spirit. As if it wanted to merge with my body. I must have had the same dream more than twice this month because each time I woke up I’d hear the word “Motossa” and the name would stick with me throughout the day. It was a strange word and it invaded my thoughts to the point that I’ve had to google that thing so many times and still couldn’t find any answers.

One afternoon of no classes this week, I found myself taking the Bart to Berkeley randomly getting lost in the wrong direction. I got off at a stop and walked out onto the street trying to figure out where I was and this used books shop was facing me across the street. I walked in and at once I felt this invisible energy guide me to the back of the store where they kept old books out of print. I came upon this book sticking out sandwiched between some other books on the dusty shelf with a torn cover on one of the corners, I picked it up and it smelled bad! Like it came from some fisherman’s boat and got thrown into the ocean one too many times, it smelled like saltwater and putrid fish! Like the rotting kind you’d see at the beach that was eaten by a flock of seagulls and left to rot on the sand. I almost jumped back and put it away but I held it in front of me at arms distance for a minute and a piece of paper fell out.

I picked up this piece of notebook paper that had a drawing, I examined it carefully and it looked like the thing in my dreams. Who ever scribbled this drawing might have had the same dream as me or knew what this thing was because the drawing too had the rounded robot like object that was familiar to me. And what was even more surprising was that on the bottom part of the paper was scribbled with the word “Motossa” again. Whatever invisible energy guided me here must want me to know, must also want me to fight this thing. I felt like I was fighting for my own life now, that maybe I still had a chance to be free. Maybe it wasn’t the end of my world.

I opened the book and there was a name of a person written on the interior flap that read “From the Study of James Whitaker 1949”. The book was called “Ka: Egyptian Guide to Owning One’s Soul”. I opened the page where the piece of paper fell out from and there were multiple words circled on the page. The “Ka” and next to it were the words double spirit and the other word that was circled and stood out was “Sheut” and written next to it was a person’s shadow, one could not exist without a shadow. One has to own it’s shadow and not let it control them. Only a Dreamwalker can help such a person to be guided into the light. Dreamwalker? Isis was a Dreamwalker. Whatever Dreamwalkers were, they couldn’t help me. Especially not Isis, I was commanded to kill her.

The voice referred to itself as “Seth” and the days it disappeared did give me a bit of solace and I found myself completely inundated with thoughts of Isis. She was rare, truly one of a kind. A hybridity of two different ethnicities, yet she was also this creature who had amazing abilities as a Dreamwalker. I still can’t understand why my soul purpose in this world was to kill her. She really was beautiful and yet so headstrong it made me crazy. She was always challenging who I was.

“If you are a hunter of Dreamwalkers, how can you possibly have feelings for me? I don’t believe you.” She said to me last week. “And all these other girls that you play with? How can anybody want to take you seriously and date you? You’re so manipulative.”

Classic. She hated me for two reasons. I was a hunter and a womanizer.

But I wasn’t that bad. I had needs just like any guy. I just took so many wrong turns in my life. I wanted to change my ways and I wanted only her now. But how can she want me when I am supposed to kill her? This isn’t fair.

I wanted to tell her how I really felt about her, but it was too late. She hated me and wouldn’t come close when I’d find her to talk. I really wasn’t dangerous. Not yet anyway. I still had a little bit of control, but even that was quickly waning.

Seth started to talk to me right around my sixteenth birthday. The night it came was the darkest night of my life. Mercury was in retrograde. My mother used to tell me that when the planets became retrograde strange things would happen. It was a time when an opening in the earth’s atmosphere would occur at different intervals throughout the year and spirits of all kinds would come back and roam the earth for unfinished business. Or seishin as they called them in Japan. The earth would slow to a halt and a myriad of orchestrated critical events would happen before the earth started moving forward again. It was a time to revisit old wounds of the past and it was then I learned that malicious seishin would use humans to do their bidding. It couldn’t have picked a perfect time to come into my life, I was at my weakest state.

I had gotten home hammered from a night out with my boys and I was having the worst experience being inebriated. I was vulnerable and in temporary shock. My girlfriend Christine had broken up with me. Although we had only recently gotten together romantically, I had been her best friend since we were kids. And the loss of that friendship completely hurt me to the core more than being physical with her. I couldn’t imagine a life without her. She was the one I wanted to spend my life with and we had planned to runaway to Berkeley together that next year for college. I came home feeling empty, I wanted to die but instead I found a stash of my mom’s liquor in one of our kitchen cabinets. I drank till all hours in the morning and passed out on our couch with an empty bottle of tequila in my hand. I woke up just before the sun came up that morning with a voice talking to me in a strange way inside my head. “You want to die? Say the words and you will have just as you wish.”

“I want to die. I have no reason to live.” I murmured into the silence. I thought my imagination was playing tricks on me. But then something entered my body. It was like bathing in a hot tub and being shocked by an electrical current. I struggled for a bit, fighting this demonic being that was trying to make a home for itself inside my skin. It didn’t take long for it to settle into my body.

“Your vessel now has a Ka. The other Ka is named Seth and you will command to this voice. Your life is no longer yours.” The voice inside my head said. I quickly woke up and felt shock run through my whole body, I couldn’t move. I felt my limbs stiffen up and I remember my mother walking into our living with her eyes big a few hours later, wondering what I was doing sitting up straight and alert.

I can’t remember too much of that night, or even how I used to feel about Christine, it was like she didn’t exist after that. There were a few different things that were blocked out of my memory, emotional attachments to things and people after that night that Seth came into my being.

But one thing was for sure, I did remember going to the beach. How can I ever forget the beach? From the moment I could walk I’d walked barefoot all over San Diego beaches. I’d sometimes only wear flip-flops through my mother’s constant complaining of the huge risk of stepping on cracked beer bottles in the sand.

“I don’t want you to hurt your feet.” She reminded me since I was four.

I must have had dozens of flip-flops, from Brazilian brands to local brands such as Rainbows and Quicksilvers to cheap two dollar ones that you can buy at Rite-Aid down the street in case you lost one running down the Mission Beach Boardwalk. Oh and I lost many pairs, expensive pairs that my mother never forgave me for and I’d had to wear my vans slip-ons instead and would get sand all over them. I knew it was time to retire a pair as soon as I started tripping on my own two feet when the straps would start to get loose.

My mother recently asked me if I remembered the time I first stood up on my surfboard when I was ten. I was a good swimmer but my mother said she always freaked out each time I got on the surfboard and rode the waves. I was this tiny thing coasting through the waters and she would get on me about never wearing enough sun block lotion on my skin. She hated that I would come home after the beach completely dark and sun burnt. This she said was some of her fondest memories of me. Applying aloe on my skin until I fell asleep on my bed from my bitching and complaining about how my skin hurt from sun exposure.

“Mommy! It burns!” I’d cry.

“It’s your fault Aries. You should have been reapplying sun-block every hour.” She’d say as she soothed my complaints.

But here I was drawing a blank, I couldn’t remember exactly how I felt about riding the waves, I haven’t since had the desire or motivation to ride the waves since that night. The week after that unfortunate night my mother had been getting on my case about cleaning the car full of sand. “If you’re going to keep surfing every week, can you at least take the time to get the car vacuumed and cleaned?” She asked me one morning during breakfast.

“What are you talking about? I haven’t been surfing.” I looked at her.

My mother looked at me with confusion in her eyes. “Why can’t I read your thoughts?”

“Why would you want to?” I looked at her angrily.

“But we’ve read each other’s minds since you were little. Did something happen? What’s wrong Aries?” She asked worried.

“Nothing happened.” I denied the whole thing, at least I thought I did but Seth was controlling me at that moment. I was not in control anymore. My mother was never allowed to enter my thoughts again.

“Surfing is stupid.” I remember telling her. “I never want to surf again. I hate it now.”

“But why? I thought you loved surfing? How can you automatically just hate it? Am I talking to the same boy that used to bother me at my office to go to the beach every afternoon?”

I dismissed what she said and stalked off that day.

I don’t know why this happened to me, a part of me feels it, but I don’t remember too many of my emotions before that night. I didn’t have the emotional attachment that I thought I would have about San Diego. My mother still talks about it often, our days spent under the sun strolling around Mission Beach, our trips to Sea World, and our days visiting the museums in Balboa Park. It would bother her very much to the point of making a big deal over it.

My mother was very psychic and she was usually right about a lot of things. She would guess some of the grades I got on my tests when I didn’t look at her straight in the face. I would often read her mind before she said something to me when I was young. And she knew that she passed on this amazing gift to me. I was also psychic and I used it to my advantage at school and with the ladies. I always intuitively knew what a girl wanted from me and it was easy to make them happy. I wanted to one day make a girl happy but now that may not be possible.

Recently I have been out of touch with my mother, ever since this thing happened to me. I’ve lost that bridge between connecting to her and it made me sad. I haven’t been able to read her mind in the last three years. Whatever this other voice was, it has completely taken over my soul.

We now lived in Northern California and after I graduated high school a year ago, I made the decision to go to UC Berkeley for college. And after a long debate of her only child and baby going away, she flipped a coin and decided to move with me to Oakland.

“San Diego is such a slow place.” She commented. “I want to try something new!” Her vibrant brown eyes sparkled at the idea. My mother was tall and she had light brown hair. Her tanned skin reminded me of a caramel apple and she once told me that it was because she had to fend for herself growing up on the slummy streets of Sao Paolo, Brazil. She was out in the sun a lot. But she had the cutest accent and many people looked our way every now and then wondering how a woman as young as her could have a teenage son. She was way too young when she had me. She ran away to the states when she was eighteen and fell in love with my father who was stationed in San Diego as a U.S. Marine. After four years of being together he was due to be stationed in Japan, but my mother wouldn’t budge out of San Diego. So they split amicably and I was three.

I went off in the summers to Japan when I was five and I hated it. I couldn’t understand the language at first and I didn’t have any friends. My father used to send me to Japanese summer camps while he worked during the day and all the kids just stared at me because of my blonde hair and blue eyes. I hated that they talked about me behind my back in a language I couldn’t understand. This made it even more of an incentive for me to want to learn the language so that I could show them that I wasn’t just another dumb American. Sooner than later, I picked up Japanese and my father brought me around his Japanese friends to show me off. I had mastered something. I don’t know why I’m most connected to the summers spent in Japan, when the summers that should have mattered in California were just not that important to me anymore.

There are moments of clarity when the voice named Seth seems to be away and when it does come back, I have no more control as Aries. I’ve become something else. A monster. Something I can’t seem to put into words. It drives me a little insane at times, knowing there is something else there trying to dictate my life.

And I don’t want this.

I want my old life back.

I did have something working for me that I was positively sure was keeping the demon from fully entering my body. I know this thing worked when I used it and Seth would completely leave me alone for a few days and I was finally able to think clearly again. I’ve always known this thing to have magical powers.

I opened the drawer from the cabinet placed next to my bed frame that I used to contain my clothes in and pulled out a tiny wooden box that my father gave me during one summer vacationing in Japan. In it lay a purple obsidian stone wrapped in a red decorative Japanese handkerchief. An old lady once approached me from her gypsy stand during a day out gallivanting with my father at a Japanese flea market.

“This will bring you good luck someday. Keep it close, don’t ever lose it. It come handy and fight evil.” She said in her thick Japanese accent.

“Akui in you. Angelfire stone keep it away.” She said in a serious tone.

“Akui?” I looked at my father. “But akui means—“

“Come on Aries, she doesn’t know what she’s talking about. She’s just trying to get you to buy something.” My father said as he pulled me away from the gypsy stand.

I clutched the angelfire in my hand and safely put it away in my jeans pocket.

Akui meant evil spirit.

I didn’t know it then but now it did bring me good luck. Every moment that Seth tried to overpower me, I’d open my box and hold the angelfire in my hands until I started feeling like my old self again. Seth would quickly disappear in an angry mess. Indeed it was magic, she was right and I was glad that I kept it before my mother ever found it and tried to throw it away.

I walked down the steps of Stinson Beach with the angelfire in my left hand inside my jeans pocket. It was 5 a.m. I couldn’t sleep last night and the beach was my escape. It was colder in the bay area, much colder than San Diego but still I had my flip-flops on and my toes shivered as I walked along the sand towards the water.

The beach was completely empty just like I imagined it to be, it was still dark out and the sun hasn’t even begun to rise from its slumber. This was one of my favorite things to do in San Diego, watch the sun rise with my surfboard planted next to me in the sand. That I remember. It was the most beautiful sight to see, and I was glad for a moment that I was able to partake in this amazing phenomenon as a human. I am still human, I think. I sat there with my white hooded sweater on over my head and sipped my coffee, trying to remember any ounce of feeling I had when I rode the waves back in San Diego. But I couldn’t. Instead I thought of her again.

Isis.

All sorts of complex emotions ran through my body as I thought of her. This heavy pain buried deep into my chest as I thought of the possibility that she and I could never be together. I didn’t want to think about that. I thought about her face and how unusual it looked. The most distinct part of her face was her eyes. They were amazingly green, sort of unusual for an Asian girl. But her eyes seemed to transform into these grayish translucent color whenever she got caught up in some kind of hazy moment. They turned glassy when she would start to panic, sort of like Storm from X-men and I could see my reflection in them clearly when this happened. I don’t think other people noticed this about her and I thought that it was because we can read each other’s minds.

And because I was sort of like her.

I would have been if Seth didn’t start to take over me.

 

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Visitation

I don’t think the pain of losing a loved one will ever go away. Last night I had a visitation dream from my cousin Kara who passed away almost five years ago. I can’t believe that much time has gone by already. At that moment of time, I was barely living my dreams yet… I was still figuring out who I was and who I wanted to be at 27. I had a career as a Graphic Designer, but it was not my true passion. Years ago, I used to talk to her about all the things I dreamt of doing. And the last 4 years, I did them. Though a part of me still very much so wishes that she is still here.

Just a quick note: I found a website that explains the 8 signs of a Visitation Dream that I found very enlightening. I borrowed some of the characteristics but you can go onto this site and look at more examples. Here are some that resonate with me:

  • Characteristic #3:  Because they are so real and so vivid, you will remember visitation dreams very clearly for days, months, years . . . probably for your entire lifetime!
  • Characteristic #6:  When they do communicate (either verbally or non-verbally), it isn’t because they want to engage in idle “chit-chat.”  It isn’t easy for deceased loves ones to enter a dream.  They come with a purpose, and they will convey the message and then be gone.
  • Characteristic #7:  Most often, their messages fall into the category of “reassurance.”  They come to let you know that they are fine and that they want you to be happy.  Occasionally, they will come with a warning; however, when giving a warning, they will give you loving support and you will feel reassured by their presence.
  • Characteristic #8:  After a visitation dream, when you wake up, you will often be filled with a sense of peace and love.

Lately I have been unbelievably busy illustrating a children’s book with a writer, finishing my thesis book (so embarrassed that I am still working on it a semester after I finished grad school), and applying to different job listings has been very exhausting. And taking weekly workshops to keep drawing and staying motivated by surrounding myself with other artists. I live a pretty responsible life, like I’m going on 40 which I’m hardly close to just yet! So you can imagine how much little time I have for any sort of “fun”. I do have a tendency to over think meeting new people, going out on dates, and going out and doing things that I have not tried before. I am open, yet I forget that I do need to live a little and have more fun. If my cousin Kara were still here, she would force me to go out and enjoy myself! She is the ultimate fun police. A good friend of mine just the other week was like, go live your life! Stop moping! Not that I’m moping, I live in my head.

Let me just say that my cousin Kara visits me in my dreams every few months, I think the last time has been a while and I know she came to visit because lets face it– I need to be reminded to have fun!

In my dream she was sitting down with a fancy white laptop typing away and working. And I say Hey! Like its so normal and that nothing ever changed. And I was like, “its been so long since we last saw each other. What have you been up to? We need to catch up!” Then she glances up and says, “we’ll have many opportunities to catch up. Oh you know I’m eating healthy now, on a good diet, I got a dog! And we go out for long walks in the morning and its very relaxing. I live a very peaceful life. Busy, but happy.” And then somehow I leave her and let her go to bed because its night time. And then the next day she invited me to attend a friend’s get together at a very tall and narrow house, reminding me of the houses in San Francisco. It was like how it used it be when she was still alive– how we’ve gone out and done things together. Then in the dream she introduces me to her friends and its a very mellow and relaxed environment with food and drinks.

Then I wake up. And I was happy– then I started to cry lots! And I cried all morning and couldn’t get any work done. Because I realized how much I missed her. I really thought she would be in my life until we grew old and that we would sit outside drinking Cosmos and Margaritas, chit chatting about boys, silly stuff…playing rock band on the xbox, making spinach dip, going out dancing at the gay clubs in Hillcrest San Diego because we would be guaranteed awkward straight men wouldn’t grind on us when we danced! We would sit for hours in her room every Sunday and watch Friends or Katt Williams on netflix. Or I would come over and do her eye makeup before she went out somewhere special with her friends. When I felt so bummed out she would always tell me to forget about it and go out dancing. She literally forced me to come out during the week to bars and clubs. We really did  have some great times.

It was a moment in time that came and passed. But moments I will cherish for many years to come. The pain of losing someone never leaves, but you do go on… you live. You learn to live with it and come to peace about it.

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2008. Me on the left, my cousin Kara on the right.2430707869_7a14b5aac6
2008. Goofing around inside a party bus with our friends.
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With our other cousins at an art show, 2008.

Dreams as a Wake Up Call

I haven’t blogged! Life has been crazy in the last couple of months. I have decided to embark on a new journey and am moving back across country to California today! I knew New York City wasn’t a place that I could see myself settle down in and I knew I was just passing through, but for how long I wasn’t sure just yet.

There were some physical signs and hints from the universe that I didn’t listen to at first. The first one was my eleven year-old son not wanting to return to New York for the fall school year after he had spent a year with me in New York City.  After a summer in San Diego he didn’t want to leave. The next one was my apartment lease expiring exactly in September. Then I had a profound dream on September 7th. And I couldn’t ignore it anymore, I woke up and everything else that I decided was based on this dream and I combination of the first few signs.

I feel like something amazing happened to me while I was studying abroad in Italy, a change of environment helped me to view life differently. And most importantly, it brought me back to the root of my passion. It slowed me down tremendously from my busy, go-go life in New York City.

I honestly had been feeling like my time in New York City was done, I was meant to be there for a certain time period, to grow as a person professionally, mentally, and emotionally. I feel so much stronger than I did before. I really fixed my finances! And rebuilt myself financially. I finally was out of a long depressing funk that started back in 2008 and 2009 was the hardest year of my life. New York really did wonders for my mental well being.

But its not a sad ending leaving NYC, I’m going to be back and forth in the next few months that I’m sure of, one of my best friends from Cali also now lives in New York City and is giving birth to her first baby soon!

So many endings on so many different notes, I’m also in my last semester of grad school online and I’ve been working on my thesis this last month. Now I’ll be able to have a little more time doing that and freelancing some work between projects.

My Dream:

I was in an apartment with one of my old friends and roommate from San Francisco. And then there was a third roommate, a girl who was dead at first and only her top half was visible, she was detached from the bottom of her ribs, and her bottom half was somewhere else. And then we somehow found her bottom and attached it back to her body and she started moving. She got up and started walking around wobbly and was like a harmless zombie bumping into the walls until finally she was exhausted and fell over. I told my roommate I can’t deal with this it’s too much so I left and drove off because I was going to my interview for my new job. And I drove my car only it was manual and not automatic– and I was going up and down hills through streets that were a combination of San Francisco and San Diego. Adjusting the shift of the car when it was too high I would downshift to get a better momentum going up the hilly streets. Then for some reason I stop at a cafe for a doughnut because I was hungry and that’s all I order. And I look up the directions of the interview on my phone. Then my friend calls me to tell me he’s waiting to interview me and to take my time. Then he picks me up in this big van with comfy seats and there are tiers of rows stacked above each other. He was on the higher tier of the row of seats and I tried to pick a seat and I almost sat on the first level but then I joined him at the top tier and I said this is better and comfortable and I can see everything now. And I told him about the weird situation with the dead roommate and how I was fearful that if I didn’t get away I would be next too. And then he just listened and drove me off to my destination. And that was it.

I really think this above dream is a metaphor for what was going in my life in the past few months. I wasn’t living to my highest potential and that to keep doing what I was doing would have burnt me out really bad. After speaking to some friends about the interpretation of this dream, I’ve come to the conclusion that the body cut in half represents me. The top part of the body is the conscious waking mind and the bottom part of the body ( the legs) is a symbol for movement and being free. I’m not going to go into details about how I felt about my old job, but the bottom line was that my creativity felt like it was being cut off and that I thought it wasn’t a job that I can move up in since it was such a small family owned business. I was also torn living in New York after my son Izaiah didn’t want to come back and I had been feeling like my heart really belonged in California. Its crazy what kinds of things our dreams can show us. I have always been one to listen to my dreams, as most of my dreams in the past have given me great insights into my own life. I’ve seen things before they happened in my life and for other people’s lives around me that I know. I once had a dream back in 2009 of the house that I moved into in San Francisco and had spoken to my landlady on the phone in the same dream. She told me her name in my dream before I even met her. When i found the craigslist ad for her room for rent, her name showed up and it felt like deja vu. I knew then that it was meant to be.

I’m not going to lie, but I had planned on switching careers and have been wanting to work in the Animation industry. My background and schooling is Visual Development for Animation and I knew it was a matter of time until I started wanting to find work in something that I am completely passionate about. I think this is where the difficulty laid. I was working in a job that had no future for me and a job that I didn’t see my future in. One of my older friends gave me some insight, while the older generation had always worked within a stable company for years and stayed loyal– working to save for their retirement and 401K, the younger generation that I belong to– as do my peers, we have no want or need for that. Instead we stay with companies to do projects until it is carried out and move on to something else that will also challenge us to do even more. And I think that is how life is supposed to be– that we are to utilize all of our creative talents for different projects and to keep progressing up as we go through life.

I am excited about the future and what it can hold for me, I never thought I’d move back to California so soon. I had planned to stay out in New York for another year but low and behold plans change and when things start to not feel right anymore—we have to listen to our gut intuition. Sometimes the conscious mind will try and tell us that this isn’t the most logical decision, but our spiritual bodies know that we are meant and destined for something even more amazing. So I say listen and pay attention to your dreams, for they can be a great wake up call towards the life you are meant to live.

Out of Body

So I’ve set out on this 8 week adventure in Europe last Friday and have been visiting my good friend Kristy who  lives in Dublin. Then I head off to Rome tomorrow morning. This is the first time I’ve ever traveled in Europe. So far so good, everything has been amazing these last two days. I’m having the time of my life! I woke up early this morning from my night out of fun and drinking in Dublin. The first time I really let myself go in a long time, I have been super busy in the last few months with school and work. When I woke up, I was severely dehydrated and had one too many glasses of Guinness last night! It really does taste different from the Guinness in the U.S. I then saw my aunt text me so I called my aunt and then spoke to my grandmother on the phone back in California trying to fix my phone for international travel.

Anyway, I then tried falling back to sleep. Tossing and turning in bed every which way. I thought I was still awake but I was not. My spirit self came out of my body. I was in the astral plane again and I think this happens mostly when I’m tired and feeling really off balance. I’ve had many experiences like this since I was small and many of them when I was in high school coming home from dance practice exhausted. But in this case and all the other times that this has happened in the past was when my body has physically reached its limits and also physically traveling– is quite exhausting especially when there is a lot of time difference involved. Your body is out of wack. I also have been traveling from New York to San Diego to see my family just in the last two weeks and this past week I was so busy packing and getting things ready for my trip that I wasn’t really able to get much sleep.

I read somewhere that Native American Indians in the past would do the spirit dance rituals for days and this helped them to force their spirit out of their bodies to prepare for astral travel. Its a really confusing and interesting phenomenon. Science says its some kind of body paralysis but it really felt like my consciousness was outside of me.

I don’t think I was dreaming. 

I was seeing the room where I am staying as is but I couldn’t move my body. I thought my friend Kristy was awake and coming into the room to talk to me. But she wasn’t! She was sound asleep in the other room. All of a sudden these four people appeared, they looked Asian and they were all wearing white. I didn’t get the vibe that they were going to harm me but more of An energy of protection. Then one of the ladies came up to my bed where I am sleeping and touched my back and said, “Diane, wake up.” And then I was screaming for my friend Kristy. Only nothing came out.

And then there was this moment I think when the room felt like it was spinning and energy buzzing or this weird sensation like electricity around me. And then I slowly started opening my eyes. My real eyes. And then everything was in focus and I was awake. The first thing I thought was again? But wait there was something new this time. There were people there protecting me and I thought this is the first that I’ve seen anybody else there while I’m in the astral plane. Its usually a very lonely and confusing experience. They felt like they were protecting me, there were three women all with black hair and white blouses and skirts and the fourth one was a man wearing a suit, he was the farthest from me. And then I thought they must be my spirit guides looking out for me. I know that in the last day I’ve been hearing or thinking that I should call my guides more often and ask them for help.

Humans have free will, our guides can only merely suggest and communicate to us telepathically and in our dreams. We do have to ask for help, when we think we are alone– we are never alone. There are spirit guides protecting us always to help us carry out our life mission/purpose on earth. Except we forget that they continually give us guidance and reminders– and this is true for me when I feel as though I should do something or even holding back from doing something. Something inside tells me, my intuition takes over. And I feel whether things are right or wrong.

Sometimes there are no words to describe these experiences that I have and the feelings that accompany them. I find myself searching for words that can make some kind of sense but it’s still very hard to communicate exactly what it is. I don’t understand these experiences most of the time and I wish there were some kind of manual or someone like an angel to explain these things to me!

While we live in such a physical world and the constant emphasis on day to day living– we don’t realize that there may be some other places that exist only we can’t see, touch, taste, or smell them. I have come to terms with the part of me that has this very psychic and intuitive nature and made peace with the fact that I am merely just a channel for information and creativity to pass through. My life is my life but what I create comes from outside of me somewhere in this great big universe I am just a piece of a puzzle. Our world still needs constant evidence of these other planes of existence, I know I still do– there is no way to just remember these experiences all the time because as we go on, our recollection of these dreams and outer worldly experiences decreases and all is lost. I always make it a point to try and record them as soon as I wake up.

But I also think and always ask, we dream every night and when we go to bed we are also astral traveling– what makes this out of body experience different from these dreams? Why then does my consciousness come outside of myself? What is the purpose of this in our lives? I think there is a great big secret, a part of our human memory and history that has gotten lost and forgotten. Something we’ve done before many times– only maybe now we are re-discovering these abilities that we’ve always possessed within us.

What do you think of out of body experiences? Have you ever had similar experiences, and how did you feel upon first waking?

 

Love and Light

Diane