From: "Dominic Catellier" Newsgroups: alt.out-of-body Subject: Random reading Lines: 622 X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Newsreader: Microsoft Outlook Express 5.50.4133.2400 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400 Message-ID: Date: Sat, 7 Apr 2001 02:19:40 -0400 NNTP-Posting-Host: 24.200.124.176 X-Complaints-To: abuse@videotron.net X-Trace: weber.videotron.net 986624307 24.200.124.176 (Sat, 07 Apr 2001 02:18:27 EDT) NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 07 Apr 2001 02:18:27 EDT Path: chonsp.franklin.ch!pfaff.ethz.ch!news-zh.switch.ch!news-ge.switch.ch!enews.sgi.com!newsxfer.eecs.umich.edu!news-spur1.maxwell.syr.edu!news.maxwell.syr.edu!feed.cgocable.net!cyclone2.usenetserver.com!news-out.usenetserver.com!wesley.videotron.net!weber.videotron.net.POSTED!not-for-mail Xref: chonsp.franklin.ch alt.out-of-body:65801 Here's something I wrote for an english project. The teacher and most students started calling me a genius after this... but I still think it's way phased with reality. It's also a little corny. But hey, if you have about 20 minutes of your time and want to read a story derived from a 17 year old's twisted imagination, read this. It's called "Wake Up." Any _constructive_ criticism ? ^__^ enjoy [-|-|-] I. Author's Words I am crazy. After reading this, you will probably agree with me. I do not try to impose the beliefs reflected in this story, I was rather trying to see the universe in a different way. I guess it was also a way for me to share a fantasy. Writing in the first person, I find, works quite well when trying to live something for yourself. What I mean by sharing - living - a fantasy, well I feel like I don't have such a significant place in the large space known as the universe, that I am about as important as dust. And with this story I simulated "having a place" in the universe. Having an important role. I think that is something almost everybody strives for. Not necessarily for power, fame and such, but to know your part and its importance. So as I said, I am crazy/delusional. And I will still respect anyone who reads this and comes to think I am weird - if you don't already. This story is only a part of my twisted mind. Enjoy. 1. The Mind Awakens Wake up. The voice commanded. I struggled to open my eyes. The bright lights hit my retina, yet I felt no pain. Was I still dreaming? The "maybe" inside my mind slowly became a "most certainly" as I studied the strange surroundings. I soon realized that I wasn't even laying down, I was standing in the middle of. of my mind. I stood on a path of dirt, in a surreal forest. The trees swayed hypnotically in the soft winds, as they whispered in an unknown language. They had pink trunks and leaves of every blue. The sky was not how I remembered it. Rather it was a two dimensional plane, a dome. A green dome. What was I doing here? Was I truly awake. Even though everything was very strange, it was all tangible. I walked and jumped. The gravity seemed as normal as earth's. Since I was here I decided I should try and walk along the path for a little bit. So I did and I ended up nowhere. Which was actually somewhere. It was a different place. It seemed as if I had walked through a dimensional portal. One moment I was walking through a magnificent forest of mismatched colors, the next I was standing in a deserted space, still on the dirt path. One thing that was particularly stunning about this world, when I carefully examined it, was that it was constantly changing. Morphing under my feet. I watched in stupor, as the ground under me dissolved into nothingness. Small patches in the sky disappeared until it was completely gone. And I was left in a dark place. I tried to look down but strangely I could see everywhere. My vision was like a sphere. My body was gone. I was an entity of my mind. Where shall we go? The voice I had heard before. I couldn't locate where it was coming from. It seemed as if the came from everywhere at once. There was no definite point of emission. I had no location. And this voice wanted me to go somewhere? I was aware that I had no body, thus, no lips. How would I formulate a question? I needed to communicate with this person. Just think and I shall hear your words. Where was I? What happened to my body? Who are you? I had so many questions. Yet this person knew the answers to all. Thou art where time stops, thy body is useless in this realm. I am not a person. This was only getting progressively more enigmatic. The voice wasn't actually a voice. It was more of an awareness within my thoughts. I came to the conclusion that I had created a voice so that I would feel more comfortable with the situation at hand. With every passing second my gnosis level increased. I felt I started to understand more about this plane of existence. I was exploring the multiple possibilities in my mind. Outer space. That was where I wanted to go. The second the thought was accepted as sincere, my awareness felt like it was projected at unthinkable speeds. In the blackness of this world, small bright dots appeared far away. As I got closer they drew streaks across my vision. And finally everything stopped abruptly. I was in space. Further than anyone had ever been. Than any shuttle had ever explored. This was the most breathtaking sight I had ever witnessed. Beautiful stars crowded my spherical vision, colorful nebulae showered heavenly bodies of light with their hues. Everything felt like they had their own spirits. I could see - rather feel - in the distance, the galaxies. One in particular that I wanted to feel. The Milky Way. Again, my perception shifted and I had a marvelous view of my home galaxy. The one humanity had depended on for all its existence. Long we had thought we were the center of the universe, long we had thought Earth was the only place where life was possible. But here I had been proven wrong. Perhaps we had the wrong impression of what life was. We associated it with: humans, breathing, oxygen, carbon. But I had felt something else out here. Our galaxy itself was alive. It was a being on its own. I felt its soul, connecting in the deepest way with mine. It seemed that as I thought about it, I became one with the galaxy. Stars, planets, asteroids, dust, gas, electricity. They were all part of me. Different parts of my cosmic anatomy. Thou hast felt the lower powers of thy mind, Syralid. The lower powers of my mind. Merging with the most beautiful being I knew. I could only try to imagine the higher powers. The possibilities were somewhat frightening, what was possible? Syralid? That word, even though foreign, meant something that I knew deep inside. Anything. Thou hast the powers to do anything, Syralid. Thou art Syralid, in thy current form. A manifestation of unlimited energy, thine imagination is thine only frontier. Now I started to understand. But why was it calling me "Syralid". Soul, self, ego, spirit, atma, you. Its words had ended, but the idea stretched out into infinity. Syralid was the construct of me. Of everyone. The building blocks of existence. I had been chosen to experience the different levels of existence. I briefly saw the power I had here. The other awareness had made it so that it would grab my attention. It worked wonderfully. 2. Astral Existence A void formed inside my head, after I had understood why I was here - to experience existence on all planes. Even though I had no body, I felt disoriented when my perception changed, everything spiraled out into the darkness, and I was back in the colorful forest. The texture of the world here seemed fluid, everything changed. Objects seemed to evade my view. I could only focus on one aspect of anything at once. But I understood why. I was creating this place. It was my realm. Try it. Again, the voice read my mind. I wanted to test imagination here. A fountain. Yes. There it was, I willed a fountain into existence. How about a medieval setting? Wonderful. Everything worked fine. But fast I grew tired of this power, for I knew there was something even greater awaiting to be tapped into. It is also reality. Again, I felt that disorientation and found myself in my house. Still without a body. I floated around and thought. Where am I, where's my physical body? I roamed around and finally ended up in my room, where I saw myself. Sleeping on my back, peacefully. Yet here I was. This was a part of the collective reality. The collective - I knew - held everything that we knew about our world. Matter was mapped here. Everything could be known to those who could gain lucidity while sleeping. Like myself, but this lucidity wasn't my own work. This entity in my mind seemed to be the one who had caused it. Now I shall take thee into the depths of the collective reality. I let my mind into submission and let the twirls and shifts flow naturally. I was getting quite familiar with the feeling.. 3. The Records of Time I was now in a completely black space. Nothingness. Where was I? This time the voice could not answer, for I witnessed the answer from this place. I had flashes of images, thoughts, quotes and events going through my mind. I knew now this place. It was a library. A place where all the events and knowledge of the world would be stored. Past, present and future. Everything was known to this place. I could ask anything here and get a satisfying answer. So this was the collective reality. The records of time. I witnessed the birth, death and rebirth of our known universe, for here was the crossroads of a multitude of dimensions and worlds. Everything is contained here, and trough the collective - which thou, and everything form - you may absorb the infinite knowledge. The existential mind holds most power in these planes. I understood. I understood well enough. I formulated in my mind the idea of traveling to the next plane in this world. The entity congratulated me, because of my progress in wielding the powers of my mind. Thou dost not need to ask me to travel, I am merely a guide. Thou art the one traveling, and thou art the one with the control, Syralid. 4. Mental Reality The swirls and twisting colors that occupied my mind while I traveled from place to place did not subside when I finally arrived at my destination. Though here, I regained my body. I knew that it was only an illusionary body, but still, to move from place to place here, I used my legs and walked. Everything here seemed to twirl into infinity. Even my thoughts. One led into another, and to another. Patterns of colors, beautiful geometric shapes in the sky. The ground upon which I walked sustained me into a blind ecstasy. My imagination ran wild. I could not consciously alter this world, unlike my dreams. Every object of this reality inspired me deeply. I felt like writing, like drawing, like painting, like singing, like. like creating. This reality was the fruit of my creative mind. For what seemed like weeks, I walked the lands of this plane. I saw trees, that must have been millions of years old. Castles, which must have held entire armies of knights and soldiers. Space, that held so many life forms. I walked on rainbows. I traveled across the bridges of my imagination. Beautiful, wouldn't you agree? This was the first question it asked me. "Of course it is." I replied. I was now in my body, thus I could use my lips. Dost thou feel the need to use thy lips to communicate inside thy mind? I laughed. Yes. I was inside my mind. I could transmit any information here. But I felt more comfortable using these lips I had used my entire physical life. Hast thou seen enough of this side of thine awareness? Yes. 5. Atmic Warmth This place of warmth and healing was possibly the most memorable place I visited during this voyage into mind. I felt like someone had covered me with a warm and soft white blanket. Why white? I didn't know. But everything here felt white. It was like floating in tropical clouds. I stayed here for what seemed to me like eons. Time had no meaning here. Only the comfort and healing was present. Past an future were of the most insignificant nature in this place. I drifted into a state where no thought was possible. Complete and utter stillness of mind as I stood there, in nothingness. Forgetting about little by little about my physical life. If I could have, at that moment I would have stopped my physical body from living and stayed in this place forever. This place where the soul, the spirit, may be purged of the impurities it had been submitted to, inside the human body which was mine. Is this what thou searched, dear Syralid? I could feel sympathy in its thoughts. It was true. My life had been riddled with numerous tragedies, mistakes, selfish acts and other things that damaged the purity of the immature soul. It seemed to have known that this place brought me - my soul - to become pure again. But not to forget. To remember. To remember not to do what I had done in many circumstances that could injure the spirit further. Yes, I reflected to the entity. This is exactly what I needed. I stayed in the warm clouds for another while. Letting everything go. Total disassociation. My ego was thoroughly dissolved. But I could not stay here forever. It was soon time for my host to show me the purpose of this expedition in existence. 6. Introduction to Myself I reluctantly left that realm of warmth and comfort, to find myself again into my body. Back in the colorful forest, on that endless path to nowhere that was a place. For some reason tangibility was very comforting. The abstract thoughts and concepts that I had surrendered to had shaken my whole foundation. I found familiarity with being able to touch, to see, to smell and feel the forest around. Even if I knew that it was, again, only a part of myself. "Greetings again, Syralid." I heard the soothing. Unlike the idea being directly implanted into my mind, this appealed to me greatly. The voice was only a little lower toned than soprano, a female voice that made my skin crawl with goose bumps. I turned around to face this person. I found, in front of me, the reflection of physical perfection. Her body was completely naked - that shook me particularly - he geometry was smooth and well balanced. I couldn't decide if she looked older or younger than me. Her body suggested that she had only been mature for so little years, but in her eyes, there was a wisdom in her eyes that betrayed her appearance. I decided that I would not try to imagine her age. I stayed in shock for a moment, until I realized I had been staring. Even in this world of mine, I managed to blush. Abruptly, I turned around, close to hyperventilation. I mumbled something incoherent, but she managed to understand my ramblings. "Does this form bother you?" She asked innocently. "I had searched your mind, and I assumed the aspect that would captivate you most, but it seems to have agitated you." The girl continued. "Well." I thought for a moment, "Never mind." How could I explain, I did not know. After careful inspection, I realized that I was also naked. I successfully discarded my insecurity and confusion. "What's your name and who are you?" I asked. Though I already knew she was the one talking in my mind earlier. I knew she had no definite sex and that she had only assumed this form for me. How pleasing. "To make things simpler for you, you may call me Sratma. And I am your guide to enlightenment." She said as she walked closer to me. He manner of speech, I noticed, could attract my undivided attention. "Well, my name-." I was about to introduce myself, even though she already knew who I was. It just seemed proper at that time. "No." Sratma said quite firmly. "Forget him, you are Syralid. You are self." She had a determination that amused me, I smiled - and to my surprise, she smiled back. The beautiful woman came to my side and linked her arm with mine and suggested we walk down the dirt path, through the forest. We walked for minutes, without exchanging a word. I watched as our surroundings morphed. We walked up the path which now lead into space. We walked passed stars. Finally, my curiosity took the best of me. "Why have you shown me all these things?" I asked quite bluntly. "To prepare you - as We have prepared many others - for the task which existence has chosen for you." She replied casually enough to make me nervous. "Task?" "The universe was created following a design - or map." She started, "And it is still in the process of being created. You can say that the souls are the workmen. Every living being has a role to play in the creation of the world. Every mind was also built following different plans, each being unique in its way, and in the plans we have laid out the path each would follow. You, like others - all different - have been built to be a Learner and Teacher. This because of the modesty and goodness you had shown in a previous design of the universe. You will live endless lives until the universe is properly and completely constructed." She was getting more and more cryptic, but I understood what she was saying, "Every time you live your knowledge shall be back with you." I stopped in my steps. "But I don't remember anything from the past." I began to protest. "This is your first existence in this universe. We had been training your soul, for this should be one of its greatest challenges. Would you succeed, released as a deity, like many others, you would be." She countered. "Are you an angel?" I asked with a completely straight face. She let out a loveable laugh. "No dear Syralid, angels are a misconception." She laughed again. "Oh." I accepted that. But I had never really believed in angels anyway, so that didn't hit me that bad. "Now as I said you are a Learner as well as well as a Teacher. You may find this hard to accept at first, but you will teach to Us some things during your existence. As you learn, you teach." She held on, her look seemed glazed, she stared directly in front and continued on the same tone, "You will be born, you will die and then be reborn. There are other Learner-Teachers like you, but very little. You will probably never encounter another, for you will be dispersed evenly throughout this universe." I remained quiet. "Let me compare your mind." Sratma offered, I had no choice but to accept. I was already feeling her - it - probing my mind. It wasn't painful, but I felt her deep inside my subconscious. She was digging through my memories, my pains, my fears, my fantasies. She knew everything about me. The entity assured me that nothing in the world was perfect, and that even though I had done wrong before, I could be healed. The holes in my soul could be patched. And they already were. The time I had spent in those white clouds had revived the purity of my spirit. or Syralid. "I am done." She smiled and Sratma's beauty again agitated me, but I was able to keep myself under a certain control. "You have a beautiful mind, your imagination was hard for even Me to grasp." Sratma closed her green eyes and slowly disappeared from my vision. I heard her voice in my head. Follow me! "To where?!" I asked out loud. Your tree. How more vague can somebody get? Not much. But I knew exactly of which tree she spoke. The tree I had seen so many times in my dreams. The tree I wished was true. The tree that grew in my mind. By now that tree must have been very old. I transmitted my body - for some reason I knew how - to the place where I had always seen my tree. The tree stood majestically on an islet, in the middle of a tropical network of swamp streams. Smaller trees bordered the snaking waters, vines hung from the branches that spread around them. The leaves of every tree were of a deeply bright green, even the ones that were shaded seemed radiant with life and light. Even on the waters, white flowers and leaves floated, giving also to the water a lively aspect. The center of it all though would have been the monumental tree. Looming at least a thousand feet above the rest of the trees, its lowest branch a hundred feet from the ground. The trunk itself must have been two hundred feet around. It was, simply put, the largest tree imaginable. Even the tree's largest leaves looked as if they were meter long. My beautiful woman friend, stood in front of the tree. Her perfect figure seemed very small under the shadow of the tree. I had grown accustomed to her nakedness and even admired it. I forgot all about mine. I walked close to her. "So, I see you found my tree." I said with a content grin. "How do you like it?" "It astonishes me that you wish to create life. Even if you have created this tree in your mind, it is part of the collective, and it is very much alive." She laid a hand on the rough bark. "Beautiful." She whispered with a touch of what seemed like regret. 7. Creator's Wishes I gave her a puzzled look. "I have had many encounters with human minds. Most of them think they are too important to think about other lives but their own." She sighed and looked at the large tree, "It brings me great happiness to be shown that some would want to create life. I understand now why the universe chose you. Like it, your wish is to create." I nodded in agreement, thinking back at my physical life. My art, my music. Creation was the fuel of my life. "When the universes are created, they are issued a number of rules. The universe may only create. It may not destroy. If it makes an error - and I have said before that nothing, not even the universe's capability, is perfect - it may not get rid of the mistake, it must instead correct it." Sratma's beautiful green eyes had a vacant look when she looked up to the tree, like a child lost in a daydream. A warm smile touched her lips and I couldn't help but retaliate with a smile of my own. "This is supposed to be a compliment. true?" I asked the woman. "If you wish it so." She said and turned around. "You may chose to look at your destiny in anyway you want." She began walking around the base of the tree and motioned me to follow her. I did, without question. I realized that this tree was even bigger than I had intended it to be. We finally reached the place she wanted us to be at for my first true lesson. "Sit." She commanded. "Where?" I then asked. She closed her eyes and in seconds a tree stump had appeared in front of me. I looked at her, amazed. I did not need to ask her questions, she already knew and she was here to teach me. "All you have to do, Syralid, is to will it into existence. You already have everything you need around you to build it. The universe is infinite." Silence settled. I struggled to shape a tree stump myself. I willed and willed, but nothing seemed to happen. "Let's start with a simple shape," she suggested. "Like what?" I was quick to ask. "Visualize a sphere. Any size." I did, "Make it out of metal, see the reflections of the surroundings on it, feel its density." I did. "Now see it in front of you, floating." To my great surprise, a nice silvery sphere appeared in front of me, about three feet in diameter. Quite the perfect sphere. I was very proud of myself. But this was only the dream world. "It is only dream world, but I have made it so that universe's rules are respected here. What you do here is as possible anywhere within the boundaries of your universe - and possibly others similar." She assured me. I wanted to try something else. I visualized it in my mind, a flower. Very light blue petals, curly and dangling. Bright green leaves below its heart. I imagined, smelled, its sweet fragrance. Then I willed it in existence. This single flower. Of no known species. Only beautiful. I offered it to my teacher, Sratma. She took it and smiled. "Thank you very much, Syralid." She finally said. "It is now time for your second, yet last lesson." We walked again around the tree to where we originally were, but this time it was different. 8. Feeling the World I noticed the hilt of a sword, planted in the ground, the blade being a little visible also. This puzzled me greatly. Why would she will a sword into existence here? It probably had something to do with the fact that I was very fascinated with the medieval era. I walked next to her. "Sword?" I mumbled. "This will facilitate your task here. I try not to encourage violence of any type, but in this, the outcome of your feelings will be shaped from your experiences and memories. You may or may not need to use it, but when the time comes, if you do you will not be in any state to will yourself a mind weapon." I looked at her, puzzled. Mind weapon? What? "This sword will only act as a way to project your mind and will. You will not actually be able to hurt much here." I was somewhat relieved by what she had just said, but the situation started to scare me. What was she going to do that would require me to use a sword. "It is time for you to come at terms with your feelings." Sratma vanished. I was alone, with my tree. I was searching for her in my head, but she would not respond. I was truly alone here. I pondered for a minute and that was when it started happening. I understood what was going to happen, I caught a glimpse of what was to come. I would have to learn to deal with various feelings that made me human. I felt love at first. This one wasn't particularly hard to deal with. The feeling was projected towards the tree. I loved it. Even though it was only a tree, I loved it. I reflected upon this. I had created this tree, it was mine and I was protective. This feeling slowly shifted into a strange paranoia. I wasn't protective anymore. I was obsessive. I looked around, making sure there was nothing to hurt my tree. My feelings became real, substantial. I could hear sounds in the swamp, sounds I had not heard before here. Paranoia turned into fear. Fear for the tree. Whatever was crawling in that swamp I was afraid that it would want to hurt my tree. "Go away!" I screamed with all my strength. The fear kept amplifying itself. Any feeling here would build upon itself to unimaginable heights. I was on the verge of crying with fear and anger. A deadly mix. I ran to the sword and yanked it out of the soil. I brandished the weapon of my will, against the monsters of my nature. There it was. A great dragon emerged from the swamp waters. Breathing an enormous cloud of fire to the sky. I remembered what my teacher had said. But she was mistaken. I had always dreamed of fighting a mighty dragon, like in my fantasy stories, the knight would slay the evil dragon. I was this knight now. I actually started feeling pleasure in all of this. I visualized my armor. And there it was. I was clad in mismatched armor pieces, and I brandished my sword with a never seen before pride in myself. I feared for my tree. I was angry at the dragon. And proud with myself. I called a challenge to the dragon. I knew I had the upper hand here. I could create now that I was starting to control my feelings. Feelings that led to other feelings. That was the lesson that she was trying to teach me here. Love deteriorates into paranoia, fear, anger, and others. I had to learn to live with that if I truly wanted to be the Learner Teacher. The beast marched to me. It stood higher than me, but it stopped in its steps. We studied each other. I studied fear and anger. And I was making it fear me. Learning to face my fears diminished him, I was sure I saw him shrink. Before I could decline his status further, it attacked me. I knocked its ball of fire out of path. It crashed nearby, but far enough from my tree to satisfy me. I could feel the heat from the monster's mouth, even when he wasn't breathing fire. I decided I would finish this quick. Since I could. I charged, quite slowly because of my gauche armor. I drove the entirety of my blade into the beast's chest. It bellowed its final cry and disintegrated into ashes to the ground before me. I had gone through love, paranoia, anger, pride, and now I felt something coming again. Sympathy. I had ended a creature's life. I knew it was for the best of. for myself. A selfish act. That dragon didn't know what it was doing, maybe it wasn't even going to attack the tree until it saw me challenge it. I felt very bad for the dragon. I had to learn to do things out of necessity, not out of what I thought was right or wrong. It was the necessity which drove us. And to necessity that I should obey for the better. I understood the depth of this lesson. The difference between me and most other beings, now was that I had to act out of necessity. I was to act on behalf of the universe. I understood this now. The scenery around me came back to the lively swamp. My knightly armor and my sword vanished. I was naked in front of my tree. I walked to the base and sat, leaning my back on the old bark. I contemplated the events that had taken place. In so little time I had come to understand my implications in this world. As others, my part was more significant than most people's. All over the universe, souls had been chosen to play the universe's role where life was concerned. I smiled. I was happy with this turn of events. All my life I had thought to be so insignificant. I did not do well in school, because I didn't see the use of specializing in a field. Life was not meant to live for four years, then go to school for preparation to the professional life and make money. It was all a scam. You live to live. To learn. I realized a long time ago that there was a difference between learning and schooling. One of them was useless. I wondered for a while where my guide had gone. So I tried something. I willed her back into existence. And there she was again. Beautiful as before, naked, revealing her roundness and perfection. He blond hair waltzed in the gentle wind, her deep green eyes seemed like they could have pierced through any disguise. She was simply my definition of perfection. "You have learned quickly about the succession of feelings." She began, "You now know that added to your responsibilities and duties, you must obey necessity and only necessity. Your feelings will sometimes be guided by the necessity itself, making situations feel more comfortable, for the universe understands life, and it understands that feelings are important in the process of decision making for life forms. Instincts also fall into that category." "Duties and responsibilities?" I asked bedazzled. She smiled and explained. "You now know how to wield the creative mind, Syralid. And with that comes certain responsibilities. You are also the Learner Teacher. You will learn of your role as your soul evolves and changes vehicles - which it will at the beginning of every lifetime of yours. This was only the first step in your evolution." She kept smiling like she had accomplished something grand. "It is now to for you to wake up." She melted into the scene as it also twirled into nothingness. Remember, Syralid, thy mind is thy most precious and powerful gift. Even in thy physical world, thou shalt find that thy mind holds the same powers as it does here. Awareness, consciousness and mind. 9. Dream Afterglow "Wake up!" I heard her as she opened my window blinds to let the morning sun flood into my room. I opened my eyes slowly as she left. The light was rather painful as the photons collided with my optic nerves. The memory of my dream was still very vivid in my mind. Sratma's last words had had a particular impact on me. I remembered myself as Syralid. Even though that was not my name in this physical world. Everything here, in my room, seemed like only an illusion. My physical name meant nothing. My room was filled with useless items. I willed a glass of water. It worked. I felt a great lump in my throat as I realized that for the mind to work, all that was needed was to believe sincerely. I did. And there was my glass of water, spilled on my floor. I gritted my teeth, and held tight to my blankets. I was afraid. Was I still in some fancy dream. I was to live the next couple of months in utter confusion, not knowing if I was truly awake or still at the mercy of my imagination. I could will things into existence, but I made sure not to do it amongst other people, for that would only inspire fear, and my experience as the Learner Teacher would be thwarted. I lived my first life, exploring the possibilities of my powers. I did not break the universal rules. My death was no great event. I had no sub-family, I had never married, and hadn't children. I was forgotten on the day of my death. My soul left my body and I was in search of a new one. I waited for the spark of life. A soulless being. I finally found one and realized that as I was born I remembered the things I had learned before. This time I was not in a human form, still on the earth I was though. I was destined to wake up, after every lifetime. Learn for myself and Teach to others. Teach the importance of awareness, consciousness and mind. I am still waking up, to this day. Constantly evolving, learning and teaching. Before waking up in another form, I always meet Sratma, time after time. I near the end of this lifetime. It is now time for me to wake up again. And to keep waking up until the universe is finally complete. Word count: 5889 [-|-|-] "The truest love is the one that hurts." - Anonymous "Life is as simple as the mind it lives in, the truth is a waste of time when we're conditioned to understand lies" - No Use for a Name "Black holes are where God divided by zero" "The only difference between graffiti and philosophy is the word 'fuck'" "Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not. A sense of humour to console him for what he is." "Treat the earth well: it was not given to you by your parents, it was loaned to you by your children. We do not inherit the Earth from our Ancestors, we borrow it from our Children. We are more than the sum of our knowledge, we are the products of our imagination. " - Ancient Proverb "Computer games don't affect kids. I mean if Pac Man had affected us as kids, now we'd all be running around in darkened rooms, bumping into people, munching pills and listening to repetitive electronic music." This guy on the net Dominic "Syralid" Catellier ICQ: 40283938 E-Mail: dcatellier@videotron.ca ###### From: fakeID@whatever.ca (skippydee) Newsgroups: alt.out-of-body Subject: Re: Random reading Message-ID: <3acfcc06.19481472@news.lynx.net> References: X-Newsreader: Forte Agent 1.5/32.451 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Organization: Lynx Communications Inc. Cache-Post-Path: news1.lynx.bc.ca!unknown@vanip-128-034.eseenet.com X-Cache: nntpcache 2.4.0b5 (see http://www.nntpcache.org/) Lines: 30 Date: Sun, 08 Apr 2001 02:33:17 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.82.88.221 NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 07 Apr 2001 20:33:17 MDT Path: chonsp.franklin.ch!pfaff.ethz.ch!news-zh.switch.ch!news-ge.switch.ch!isdnet!grolier!news-spur1.maxwell.syr.edu!news.maxwell.syr.edu!feed.cgocable.net!news.uunet.ca!news1.cal.metronet.ca!news1.van.metronet.ca!not-for-mail Xref: chonsp.franklin.ch alt.out-of-body:65819 On Sat, 7 Apr 2001 02:19:40 -0400, "Dominic Catellier" wrote: >Here's something I wrote for an english project. The teacher and most >students started calling me a genius after this... but I still think it's >way phased with reality. It's also a little corny. But hey, if you have >about 20 minutes of your time and want to read a story derived from a 17 >year old's twisted imagination, read this. It's called "Wake Up." Any >_constructive_ criticism ? ^__^ enjoy > [...] I enjoyed it and there's lots of interesting ideas in it to ponder. Constructive criticism? Most of it flows well, but the reader has to 'stop' in a couple of places. The typos aren't a big deal because those likely happened when you copied from the original to the post (and you wouldn't send anything to a publisher like that). But one place 'stopped' me when you said, "Further...than any shuttle had ever explored," because the Apollo missions went further (to the moon, unless one thinks they were a hoax, heh heh--let's not go there). You could even say something like "further (or is it farther?) than the earliest radio transmissions that left earth in ..." (whatever date) or something. That'd be way out there. Keep writing, eh? Leo ps. anagrams for "syralid": Sir Lady, slay rid (as in dragons). For "Sratma": at mars Anagram server: http://www.wordsmith.org/anagram/index.html ###### From: "Dominic Catellier" Newsgroups: alt.out-of-body References: <3acfcc06.19481472@news.lynx.net> Subject: Re: Random reading Lines: 39 X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Newsreader: Microsoft Outlook Express 5.50.4133.2400 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400 Message-ID: Date: Sat, 7 Apr 2001 22:52:25 -0400 NNTP-Posting-Host: 24.200.124.176 X-Complaints-To: abuse@videotron.net X-Trace: wagner.videotron.net 986698270 24.200.124.176 (Sat, 07 Apr 2001 22:51:10 EDT) NNTP-Posting-Date: Sat, 07 Apr 2001 22:51:10 EDT Path: chonsp.franklin.ch!pfaff.ethz.ch!news-zh.switch.ch!news-ge.switch.ch!kanja.arnes.si!news-hub.siol.net!feed.cgocable.net!cyclone2.usenetserver.com!news-out.usenetserver.com!wesley.videotron.net!wagner.videotron.net.POSTED!not-for-mail Xref: chonsp.franklin.ch alt.out-of-body:65823 Ah =) Well it might be farther, enlish isn't my mother language hehe! And what I meant was far into other galaxies, and I don't think any human shuttle has traveled there... yet! "skippydee" wrote in message news:3acfcc06.19481472@news.lynx.net... > On Sat, 7 Apr 2001 02:19:40 -0400, "Dominic Catellier" > wrote: > > >Here's something I wrote for an english project. The teacher and most > >students started calling me a genius after this... but I still think it's > >way phased with reality. It's also a little corny. But hey, if you have > >about 20 minutes of your time and want to read a story derived from a 17 > >year old's twisted imagination, read this. It's called "Wake Up." Any > >_constructive_ criticism ? ^__^ enjoy > > > [...] > > I enjoyed it and there's lots of interesting ideas in it to ponder. > Constructive criticism? Most of it flows well, but the reader has to > 'stop' in a couple of places. The typos aren't a big deal because > those likely happened when you copied from the original to the post > (and you wouldn't send anything to a publisher like that). But one > place 'stopped' me when you said, "Further...than any shuttle had ever > explored," because the Apollo missions went further (to the moon, > unless one thinks they were a hoax, heh heh--let's not go there). You > could even say something like "further (or is it farther?) than the > earliest radio transmissions that left earth in ..." (whatever date) > or something. That'd be way out there. > Keep writing, eh? > Leo > > ps. anagrams for "syralid": Sir Lady, slay rid (as in dragons). For > "Sratma": at mars > Anagram server: > http://www.wordsmith.org/anagram/index.html