The old souls’ chronicles 6 : the great calm restored 15 November 2025
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Tony caught Aron’s body just before it hit the ground. He had not thought it would be a good idea to leave Aron all alone but he had had to agree to give him the possibility of processing his grief fully on his own. Although most of the youngsters after his generation had foregone their right to experience fully emotions, especially the negative ones, he had felt that Aron was different and deserved a chance to process his feelings fully even though it was grief. Tony had never thought that the chancellor’s suggestion of a new world without too many emotions was a good solution. The chancellor had made it seem like it was the heightened feelings, especially the negative ones that caused all the problems in the world like wars, distorted enactments of feelings such as with psychopaths or sociopaths, all the terrible things that criminals would do, animated by anger, hatred and all other negative feelings.
With the first generation, it had been a mass administration of drugs coupled with lobotomy-like procedures in order to dull the new generation’s feelings and reduce their emotional responses. A generation later, it was mainly drugs and after that, it was through processes akin to eugenics. Tony and his wife Hegat were one of the couples that had chosen to stay the way they were, able to emote freely and increasingly getting a select status of being called “the old souls” because they were the last of the old generation that was able to freely feel and express their feelings. They never gave in to all the solicitations of lobotomy or drug use to make their emotions softer, but preferred to stay the way they were, capable of feeling the whole range of emotions up to their most extreme levels. In fact, not only did they retain their feelings but they also developed the skill of conveying such feelings to others through touch and worded expressions.
Tony looked at Aron. So much for creating a generation of youngsters who did not feel too much or seek to have negative feelings he thought. Here was one of those youngsters, one of the first generation that had had negative emotions removed both by procedures and drugs, yet he had some of those negative feelings left and wanted to experience one of the stronger more negative ones such as grief. The remainder of his generation only felt a sense of justice and equanimity and the chancellor had created generations of obedient fun-loving youngsters who only lived for the mild fun of a certain series of acts but did not care for what was happening at the top nor ever want to contest any of its rulings. This was how you governed easily a population, he thought, by creating them incapable of strong feelings.
Tony pressed his palms against Aron’s temples and started massaging them while speaking to him soothingly about love and how it alleviated all negative emotions. He told him that even though his wife had died, the love she had for him had never died and was present all throughout their home. He told him to try to gain access to these feelings. With a small swipe of his hands around the room, Tony collected the feelings of love that were still present throughout it and passed them onto Aron’s temples and his occipital region. Aron reacted with a shiver and a smile started spreading across his lips before he opened his eyes, slowly gathering the scene around him. His eyes met Tony’s eyes and tears welled in them as he realised Tony had saved him. He felt the love swarm into his chest and fill him with a sense of relief and happiness. This was not the fun feeling that most of his generation experienced but a full blown sensation of happiness. Inside him a great calm was now replacing the relief and happiness he had felt. It was as if nothing could ever break him again and he felt like he had evolved in such a short time into a different kind of being, stronger, more resilient, more capable of feeling things almost like the old souls.
"Once again" - Short Dance Film / Stefano Terrazzino & Paulina Biernat / Music: Abel Korzeniowski
A couple of weeks ago, I went to the circle in the spiritualist centre of the town I live in. This was the first time I went to such a meeting and I was surprised when I got messages for one of the people in the group. I had experienced seeing ghosts as a child but I had never received disincarnate messages that were so precise and unrelated to something I could actually see. The lady for whom the messages were intended said that 95% of what she received through me was accurate and she expected that some of the messages were going to be useful in dealing with a certain relationship in the fall.
Like when I was a child and had finally realised that what I saw was a ghost and not a living person, this time too I was hesitant to re-establish a bond with the spirit world that transcended the mere sphere of dreaming. Indeed, I had had - since a young age - dreams of myself being a priestess in ancient Egypt and while I did not remit what it was as a child, I found out during my adolescence the meaning of the symbols I saw in my dreams. Some of the dreams in my adulthood and later years included myself speaking words that I later found out to be from ancient Egypt.
The experience I had lately was compounded by the words of a medium who spoke about my ability for healing and emphasized that I was to establish a greater bond with the spirit world. In order to re-assess the scope of what was happening and also to create some distance or space for me to be able to decide how to move forward, I decided to pause my visits to the circle. Indeed, this circle was meant for individuals who wanted to develop their inner gifts and while I had gone there to increase my ability to heal, I ended up with something that was quite different from what I expected.
The medium, whom I had been in contact with during the regular Thursday meetings of the centre, had mentioned that I was using in my healing information that I was getting from the spirit world and was blending this with the healing that I had been trained to do (Pranic healing and Reiki) as well as with the natural abilities I had. I knew of these natural abilities as they had helped heal my father earlier – before I even knew that I had the ability to heal. It therefore seemed that even though I was not consciously aware of it, I was already getting messages from the spirit world and using it in my healing, which meant that I could also use these messages to communicate important matters to the living around me.
I will be off work this week as I took time off to be with my sons who are visiting me from Geneva but I intend to attend the Wednesday circle meeting to see how things evolve. If I start getting more and more messages like the first time I attended the circle, then I guess I will leave it to develop into an actual mediumship ability, the spirit world willing. I will write more about this as things evolve one way or the other.
Ma’at - Spiritual Music of Ancient Egypt | Meditation, Prayer, Relaxation, Healing Ambient Sound
Ethereal
construct of machine
my memories
wiped so clean
I grapple with loss of real
arbitrary seal
Man no more
nor woman to see
images
slowly flee
areas of me flouted
through cables routed
Hum through me
I remember times
when my ghost
drummed up rhymes
I walked in a saddened crowd
Screaming out aloud
Reading of the poem:
She walked out on the balcony where the cool wind soothed her inflamed head as the sun slowly set down and darkness spread over the landscape. She decided it was no point thinking so much anymore. She would put an end to everything once and for all before the night was over. She went back inside fumbling in the dark for the small bottle. She felt that turning on the light and facing everything in the glaring flood of the neon would reduce her resolve to nothingness. Her cool hands felt the cylindrical shape of the small bottle and she sighed with relief. She slowly emptied the contents into her mouth drinking profusely after every handful. She felt that three handfuls should be more than enough and went back to the balcony where she sat down in the armchair and slowly let herself slip into a soundless sleep.
When they found her, her limbs were rigid and her face was expressionless with its eyes curiously staring instead of being closed. The maid who had come to wake her up had been unable to open the door and had had to get the help of some outside labourers to break it open. The funeral was quick and barely attended by anyone. Her friends like her hair had considerably thinned over time and of the few left almost none had been informed of her demise.
A couple of weeks later strange noises would emanate from her room and passers by could glimpse lights going on and off in what had been her room. The landlord dreamt of her on a nightly basis and swore that he felt she had actually visited him every time. He had felt her chilly hands reach out to his chest accusingly and could hear her saying that it was by his permission to spy on her that things had gone awry leading to her fateful demise. A few other people who had been in her entourage during the last days reported the same nightly visits and shuddered at the memory of her ghostly appearance and cold hands. Nobody could rent the house because of the strange noises and the flickering lights which scared away most of the tenants. Eventually the house was sealed up and only teenagers daring each other would visit it at night to brave the haunting.
Disappearance – Adam Hurst Gypsy Cello & Pipe Organ
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