The Resting State

She had surrendered to the feeling of change within herself, the majestic feelings of joy that this meditation brought. Here in this limitless state she was free, here she was safe. She could do anything and be anything she wanted.

Her head now swimming with all the colours of the spectrum, changing, spiralling and evolving in wondrous patterns. Meanwhile her body lay still in silence within her physical reality, the mind seperate and unfiltered with imagination.

Calm and relaxed she had been for 5 hours straight, physical realities drifted to her and the feeling of dreadful 3d existence appeared within her heart like a stone. It must be nearly 3 am now she thought as her soul soared through the sky passing by stars. High in the sky her spirit turned and admired the Earth, how wondrously marbled it looked with its blue white patterns. Drifting slowly down into the atmosphere back towards the area where her body lay she saw forests before her and the sea to the right.

The dawn slowly creeping in the distance towards the housing estates and fields.

She soared towards a yellow flickering light emanating below her on the earth near her house, she smiled as it was someones car alarm going off. A strange sensation as she both heard the noise with her spiritual and physical ears. Her grin was cut short when she looked at her bedroom window and saw two glowing red eyes staring at her, menacing beyond reason. The eyes blinking three times and then dissapearing to the darkness of the room.

It was them, back again. She sighed deeply and returned to the soaring and swooping of the trip, she saw people stumbling home after a night out and people getting ready for work. Looking up and in the sky were thousands of lights, shed seen these before, travellers like her. All attached to lights, I don’t think they see their lights she whispered to herself.

Aoifes mind came back to the demons unwillingly, she wished they would just leave her alone. She needed to do this meditation, it was a lifeline for her. The demons could not find her in fear with this serenity, they could try to scare her in this mindful state but it was impossible, blessed be the universe she praised silently.

Memories now came to her as she flew on to distant planets and she embraced them, she felt the feelings of nostalgia upon her and in her physical reality her eyes filled with tears, warm hot tears that trickled down slowly. Did she feel breath on her face? Or did she imagine it? Paranoia swiftly passed through her and she shrugged it off.

She ignored that feeling and came back to the memories, beautiful and sublime. Past lovers and of the best moments she had experienced. Her spirit soaring towards Mars and flying past some stars and a giant satellite.

Growling. She heard growling in her physical reality, it was the demons. Back again! would they ever leave? She shrugged with her mind the horrible thoughts and returned once more to happiness and the big red planet that was now facing her. She pulled to a stop, her soul filled with joy at the planet.

Thinking of what Mars would look like she started again and sped towards the planets atmosphere and was near the ground in an instant. Feet lightly touching the ground as she landed. She sat on the ground and took in the surroundings, she was in the middle of a sandstorm looking onwards. Her mind drifted to memories once more.

Now she was remembering when she graduated from university and how proud she was of the achievement, those were good days. The friends she met and experiences in those times were amazing.

Laughter. She heard a low sinister laugh with her ears but she held on to the memories like a weapon. She couldn’t stay in this state much longer but she would try to keep the peace within herself jist to stay in this perfect meditation.

This was her “sleep” time, when she could just relax and let her body sleep but keep her mind awake. She felt a touch on her face, she instinctively opened her eyes. Mars was gone and so was the tranquility she had gained.

Blood red reptilian eyes were an inch from her own, she screamed in panic and saw that this pleased the creature. Its breathing laugh coming out in hisses and coughs. She blinked her eyes and it was gone within seconds. Her body shot up from the laying position in bed.

Trembling hands touched the lamp and the light illuminated the room, nothing that she could see. She eased back in the bed and as she put her back flat to the bed she was frozen in horror. For upon the ceiling the sight of a demon with a sharp wide grin. The demons tongue lowering down to her body, the saliva dripping down onto her face and hair.

She closed her eyes and went straight back to her meditating, it was all she could do to stop the terror and fear. Nothing happened from the demon, no curses, no noise and she could certainly feel no wetness on her face. No evil tongue went near her, this was all an act with these beings. Every night at 3am they would do this but it would never be the same surprise or shock. They were very aware of how creative they should be. She hated these things.

Fernon was the only one who believed in her and he was the one that introduced her to meditations and calming of the mind. If it wernt for him she would have gone insane. It used to be hours of torment with these things, now it was little less than 15 mins to an hour. They used to appear much more frequently before she was able to gain full control of body projection.

She would yell at them sometimes and ask what was it they wanted? They would say sometimes they wanted to play with her or they wanted to kill her. Mostly it was about her soul, something once said that she had offended Satan when she was young.

His voice had been drowned out by angry hisses , there must have been a truth to it possibly. Nevertheless she was aware that she was concentrating on the wrong things and her mind went back to the calm tranquility, a low hiss was heard slowly dissapearing as if down a long corridor. This was a mild terror visit from these beings.

Her resting state was undisturbed and she fell into the universes safe and guarding arms until her alarm would undoubtedly go off at 8am.

The Death Of Bruce Delaney : Chapter 1 : The End

The hospital bed was cold and damp, a man lying still on it, his sweaty body was dying after 86 years of life on earth. A shell of a man now lying upon this cold hard bed in possibly the most sterile place in the universe. His eyes looked heaven ward and his breathing shallow. He knew his time on this mortal coil was coming to an end.

Surrounding this old man were his 3 daughters and 2 sons, all sobbing and sniffing in torment. His heart breaking at their grief and silently screaming in his head that he loved them all, hoping they would hear his thoughts as he could not speak. The throat cancer had taken away his communication, he wept.

The heart monitor beeping monotonously, irritating him as if each beat were a countdown to his death. He could feel himself slipping, his eyelids heavy, he chuckled inside thinking of the moment fast approaching. Death. Funny he thought to himself, I’d never thought I’d go like this, his memory went back to heavy drinking days and close shaves with the moment approaching. Death.  The Many cigarettes he had, he could almost smell the aroma of smoke surrounding him.

He gazed at his family one last time and closed his eyelids, the last time he would see this life. With a silent farewell and a roll of his eyes, he went to sleep peacefully. A feeling of calmness overwhelmed his entire being and his soul released instantly as the heart monitor made the continuous beep. Bruce opened his eyes, younger eyes…eyes that could see clear and bright. He looked at his hands, young hands! his new body looked transparent but glistened against light and he saw his old hand through the new.

He got out of bed and stood looking at the door, a doctor shaking his head as he walked out. He felt the Doctor was stricken with grief, but a different kind, a feeling of failure and compassion for his family. He felt sorry for the Doctor and didnt realise how much of a burden a job could be.

 Bruce turned back around and there was his old shell of a body lying in that cold bed. It looked like old clothes that had been dirty and filthy with all sorts of disease, his new body was fresh and light.  His mind went through all sorts of scenarios and he started getting flashbacks of his life.

It lasted what seemed a minute but he had reviewed his entire life under one minute, every thought in 86 years! Hos concentration was broken when he looked at his old body again.

His family sobbing harder and freely, absolutely grief stricken and tormented with regrets and heartbreak. He was astounded at the scene and briefly saddened, he shouted “I’m here! Don’t worry!”
His family did not hear of course and he felt sad, if only they knew how close they were to eachother! He approached them all and put his hand on each of their heads and kissed them. He cried with their pain and embraced their heavy heart. His old body laid motionless with eyes closed and no breath escaping, he was truly dead and worried about what happens next. For now though he wanted to be near them but something was drawing him away that he couldn’t resist.

“Farewell, my children!” he tearfully said “I shall wait for you to come to me!” He started to rise onto the air, floating slowly.

“Bruce!” a voice came from the doorway, a man stared back at him. A very kind man with a golden shine around his body. Long brown robes flowing as in a breeze, with a bright white belt around his waist. He held both his arms out, his bearded face smiled. “Come my long lost friend!” Bruce began to float down again slowly and walked towards the man.

Bruce knew the man but could not place him, he went straight to him and gave him a hug. The man emanated love and kindness, he also sensed that this man had a wicked sense of humour. Unconditional love poured out of this man.

Something clicked in Bruce’s mind, he looked away as if searching, he looked at his family grieving over his shell of a body. He looked back at the man with tears in his eyes. A realisation of who this man was.

“I’m so sorry for how I treated you Joseph” his tears fell as he recognised a long lost friend of his youth “I didn’t realise what an idiot I could be”.

“Hush! we have no hate in this next phase of life, do not worry. Know that I love you and that you need not fear. But please my name is not Joseph now, I have renamed myself Druzil”

Bruce nodded “So what happens now Druzil? where do I go?” he looked back at his family sadly “will they be OK?”.

Druzi nodded his head positively “Yes they will be fine in time,what will happen now is that you will stay with your family until you feel ready to move to the next level of life. there is no time limit, take all the time you need. you have eternity waiting for you” 

Bruce turned around and Druzil had gone.