The old souls’ chronicles 6 : the great calm restored

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

Mediumship uncovered

Mediumship uncovered
10 August 2025
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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

Do you hear me now ?

Do you hear me now ?

24 June 2018

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Wasted memories

Withered jasmine flowers cast

A pathway to home

 

Lilies in the pond

Roots swaying under water

Beckoning to stems

 

Yesterday’s trials

Reaching the otherworldly

Luminescent talks

 

Edge of sanity

Hovering in between worlds

Seeing the unseen

 

Ghost whispers in me

Beseeching wandering thoughts

A silent prayer

 

Sheltered happenings

Breathing into the ether

Do you hear me now ?

 

Reading of the poem: 

Adiyogi: The Source of Yoga – Original Music Video ft. Kailash Kher & Prasoon Joshi

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sq8yDhlUfUE

The haunting

The haunting

20 December 2017

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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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sgx27k8H1dw

Speak to me once

Speak to me once

26 November 2017

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Her hands were filthy. It seemed like the grime of a lifetime had been packed upon them. Her nails were broken and uneven and seemingly chewed upon repeatedly. Her hair was as filthy as her nails and hands and her face wore patches of filth and smears where she had attempted to cleanse it. Her outstretched hands begged for a living that was scarce to come. Sometimes she wondered whether people would give her more money if she were to be cleaner but then thought the better of it. If she were to clean herself, which would take a lot of trouble to accomplish given the lack of a stable abode, then they might simply think that she did not need the money.

She sat with her hand outstretched in front of the church every day and ostensibly holding her hand out and shaking the jug she usually left at her feet every Sunday. She had noticed that at least on Sundays she got more coins and sometimes even notes. It was as if the Sunday sermons finally reminded people of judgement day and of the need to be kind to the downtrodden whereas the rest of the days their work and other preoccupations mattered more. Sometimes on Sundays she would shuffle in after everyone had gone in for mass and sit at the back of the church listening to the sermon. While some sermons would bring tears to the eyes of the assembly, she would sit there dry-eyed, watching carefully those who let tears flow so as to insist more with them and get some coins when they were on their way out.

She did not care how she looked nor did she care what people thought of her. There was one thing that bothered her though and it was that nobody would address a word to her. It was as if by being forced to beg and looking haggard and unclean she had ceased to become a human being entitled to be part of the living, conversing human beings. She had tried once to talk to a man walking by and he had barely moved as if her voice was totally absent although he had stooped down to put a few coins in the jug in front of her. Another attempt to speak to a young woman had also gone unheard.

One Sunday on her way back to the shelter she realised that more than her lack of means and comfort, it was that human voice addressed to her that she missed the most. She felt like a ghost living in the midst of a flurry of people who hardly had the time to stop by her jug and fill it. She could hear them talk to each other but none graced her with a sentence towards her. That feeling of being a part of something bigger than just herself was what she lacked. That identification with a larger part of the population and validation as a fellow human being was what she craved for now that nobody would look upon her as equal. Her eyes brimmed with tears that blinded her. She stepped down the sidewalk.

The driver rushed out of his car to see whom he had hit. He recoiled at the sight of her bloodied dirty body sprawled at an ungainly angle on the road. Realising she was not dead he kneeled on the ground to see if he could do something. Blood was slowly leaking from her mouth and dripping to the side of her cheek. She seemed to be mumbling something so he put his ear close to her mouth. “Speak to me once”, she said. “Just talk to me like my life matters and you’re sorry”. “I am sorry”, he said. He held her hand. She smiled and closed her eyes. He felt her hand go lifeless as she slowly breathed out her last. He slowly let go of her hand as the ambulance came by to pick up her body. He wondered whether there would be someone attending her funeral and made a mental note to attend. She looked at him from behind. It felt normal now not to be looked at nor talked to.

 

Sahalé – Djiin (Original Mix)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UcgNqHnjLK8

Darkness overcome

Darkness overcome

17 May 2017

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Fires roast

Chest nut on a fork

Babies fly

Borne by stork

Kingdoms whirl and fairies lie

In the dark of woods

 

Three pigs squeal

The wolf an outpost

Chimes reveal

Senseless act

Dogs of hell brought to the heel

Silence in the ghost

 

Five seek five

In shining beehive

Gold in pound

Strikes the ground

Dissolving what mattered most

Currents see to strive

 

Souls that dread

Gloomy Hearts of lead

Wings that spread

In love fed

Morning dewdrops winding fled

In the air ahead

 

Frame alit

Spirals through the slit

Paths that split

Candlelit

Raging towards road sunlit

Twining orbs that flit

 

Minds that sum

Good bad and the glum

Fingers drum

Lips that hum

Tuning mellow days to come

Darkness overcome

 

Reading of the poem:

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Embrace, release – Bvdub

Everything Between You and Me – Bvdub

A History of Distance – Bvdub

Ghosts of What we Once were – Bvdub

As we remember a Life of Love – Bvdub

I Break All Around You – Bvdub

 

Twining southern sun

Twining southern sun

22 March 2017

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The birch spree

Winding cherry tree

Two to three

Time will flee

The sails spreading on the sea

Ghost fraternity

 

Clean shaven

He counts to seven

Uneven

Birds haven

The wings spread into Heaven

Ocean’s Eleven

 

Once begun

The beast slowly shun

Four to One

Reign for none

Weaving three chapters undone

Twining southern sun

 

Reading of the poem:

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Il Dolce Suono. From Lucia di Lammermoor – Vitas

Skyfall – Vitas

Heart | Витас – Сердце – Vitas

 

Blossoms of your breath

Blossoms of your breath

16 March 2017

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Haughty mare

 

In riddles I bare

Heart to swear

Hard to tear

Patched through dragons entering lair

A bosom to spare

 

Soul’s delight

Gathers me insight

See the light

In twilight

When lovers breathe through the night

Bodies’ trance in flight

 

June in hay

Summer’s haunting day

Ghost of May

Sudden death

On grounds of convenience lay

Blossoms of your breath

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Let’s Meet – Michelle Gurevich

Blue Eyes Unchanged – Michelle Gurevich

My familiar unfamiliar – Michelle Gurevich

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QiRdKt3enhY

In neglect

In neglect

16 March 2017

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I walk streets

A ghost of myself

Where windows

Show me doors

A wind that gathers me scoops

Jumping through the hoops

 

Together

A word to reflect

Each other

Point hither

In circles we retrospect

One for another

 

Shoot me years

Like a wishing star

Bind me scar

In neglect

Decorate me Blue tattoo

On your who is who

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Party Girl – Michelle Gurevich

Friday Night – Michelle Gurevich

To Be with Others – Michelle Gurevich

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xeeosq6jGzE

My ghost above curtain blades

My ghost above curtain blades

7 March 2017

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They holler

Thieves in window frames

Looting free

Rage in spree

Rampant rise against justice

Excuse injustice

 

March Hatter

Demented eyes glow

The smoke slow

The holes blow

Extrusion mind and matter

Nothing that we know

 

Pinnacle

Of the moving shades

Jack of spades

In red wades

My ghost above curtain blades

Flickers as it fades

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Play Dead – Björk

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMdIxPnM5hA