Another strange one. The recall was slow and parts are lost so a bit of ad lib has been added to keep the overall feel in order.
It's not finished yet too. I'm waiting for another trigger to fill in the recall.
I've captured the feel so far, it's the mental battle that's problematic.
This occured the same night as Lionhearts' amazing concert.
From what I had in physical memory upon waking, it has grown.
Spirit of CHYNA.
I did my thing to enhance the trance as usual. The hypno noises left alone, running rampant increasing in their intensity and autonomous monotony.
The views of previously stored images forming was a change from the range of nonsensical imagery that self terminates before it fully develops.
Not having much sleep for some time, the weekend came and I reigned in some extra hours. This was enough to push the recall into action.
I clicked out until sometime in the small hours. The usual visit to the bathroom ensued, then lay down with no expectations of a successful experience.
I did wonder what the next one may bring forth, perhaps something new, a bigger challenge. I drifted off to sleep with the New Jericho experience playing in my mind.
This was a precursor to something new and more dangerous.
Next thing I recall was being in a room, possibly at an airport, the sounds of propellers whirring away, too familiar to forget from the sixties. A couple of guys that I sort of knew were asking me some questions and I didn't like some of these questions, the details I haven't recalled.
The room, had thirty or so seats splashed around the walls and although basic to look at were comfy to sit upon. A tall window brightly lit the room by the illuminated cumulus clouds that occasionally let the sunlight through to kiss the walls with more light and warmth.
A small table centrally placed with magazines on, presenting yesterdays news and pompous opinions by plastic faced pretty girls with no idea of lifes toils met my gaze.
Increasing my awareness easily the 'time recall' became clear.
"Your on this one if you choose" one said. I replied
"It's difficult to refuse, you know how I feel about". Cut short in my sentence by the other guy, " It's no failiure to refuse, your the one even though it's outside the safe zone". I replied "safe zone, whats this?"
He grinned at the other guy, who looked over at me and said, " You know the score, thoughts speak and the rest you'll know in time, take it or leave it".
It seemed forever was here, I wanted an experience and another challenge, now being in an instant and all time, I had to make my mind up. I decided to go for it. If I can't practice what I preach, then I'm no man.
"Lets go for it" I said clearly.
I had no idea of the level of involvement or what was required of me.
"Ok" is said and an imprint immediately followed. I hate these without prior warning, yep another headache. I cleared this instantly and then somehow realised that was a mistake.
The imprint unfurled, I knew the mission was simple, too simple in fact. The unfolding continued.
I had to stop some crimelord from murdering a couple of families that had been set-up as scapegoats. The time of their demise needed to be extended or ideally removed from the present timeline so the truth could reach this boss and prevent a bloodshed reprisal from occurring in a crowded place. Too many innocents including children are going to be killed or maimed if I failed. (The rest of the family details I'll skip). I had one day to prepare and this one had no other info on the event I had to perform. I was truly on my own.
The conditions stank too. I always say to blend in 'do as the locals do'. This was extremely important. I had to stay undetected as a traveller and be the centre of attraction. At this same time it's also required to have some mind control of the locals so not one person stirs up a panic. This was conflicting with my understanding of the data. Another problem then became apparent. This was the hornet sting. One or possibly two of the crowd were watchers for the boss. To top that they also were travellers. One being an aincient (unsure what this implies) and that could present a serious problem. The other was no match. The two guys here knew there's a connection from our time, our physical reality and the aincient watcher. He matched my abilities, in some areas he exceeded and far less in others. With no details known apart from his ability to read many simultaneously with exacting precision, I had to blend in and not search any minds. I couldn't even read the thoughts of the boss to gain my too familiar advantage.
This simple experience was turning sour at the speed of nuclear fusion. Still more unfolding from the implant.
If I failed miserably, I could be found in the physical too. The thought of this was disturbing. This was beginning to act negatively with doubt pushing in on my ability. I remembered thoughts gained during meditation while learning the martial arts and instinct kicked in. This other traveller would be using a known method of telepathic search and destroy to cover so many instantly. This was my advantage, my thoughts returned and this problem was now within safe limits. I knew what to do with this traveller. This is why the earlier mistake became apparent, fixing a headache is all it'd take to be exposed, failiure would ensue and the resultant melee would be my doing.
We walked out of the room as others started to enter. Along a corridor I realised this is an airport and the noises heard sounded like an old vanguard.
"Hey, you've had your thoughts and we need to travel on this craft" one said. I looked and that's when I saw an old looking aircraft, both pointing and grinning like the Cheshire cat. We eventually boarded and I recalled so many bad experiences from 'those dreams'...
Finding myself sat, one of the guys shouts, " Hey, some refreshments please".
The stewardess, a slim and pretty girl told him "Once in-flight, that's ok".
He smiled and looked past me at his friend. I, being sat between them like a convict, wasn't happy with flying at all. They looked and laughed it off. One saying "With your record, come on".
I knew exactly what he was inferring and the thought of another crash and not knowing this, was crazy. The experience was too real and I became fixed firmly into it. I had to or I'd fail.
They spoke alternately giving me details of the hotel where I was to stay. Tickets and passes were given with travel details. I knew the view of where the event I had to change was to take place. I was seeing this clairvoyantly and this would help me be in the correct place. Somehow being shown things didn't make me stand out. I guessed it'd be a deliberate action of intent that'd declare my location. That was a good thing indeed. This was a weapon of sorts that I knew how to wield.
Now in flight, the refreshments started to be served, the guys not saying much, I guessed they were waiting for me to say something.
I did, "I can see a view from a shopping mall, there's a balcony and it's high up. There's a handrail near the open edge with a hotel under construction about a half mile away. It has scaffold on top with plenty of lights. It's all concrete and glass below this and it looks quite new.
I'm in an entrance about twenty feet wide with vending machines on the left, it looks dark but the lights seem to be bright enough to illuminate everything where people are walking. There's an open area around twenty feet wide by fifteen, it's around twenty feet from the entrance doors to this area on the right hand side. The doors to it appear to be automatically operated. The rail is two inch stainless steel tube and the rest bar on top is forward by two feet on curved support rails with glass contouring below the bar. This is around three feet from the edge of the building. A large drop follows this."
The guy sitting on my left said," That's the northside entrance, no doubting that at all, have you seen this before?"
I responded, " No, er, wait, yes I have, well, sort of. I have experienced this before as far as the handrail goes. I got into some trouble and was badly beaten then thrown off the building. It repeated many times until I learned to..."
The guy on the right abruptly butted in, " You failed then?, this is the last thing we need right now".
I jumped in on him talking and said," I was half way through school at that time. Too arrogant with immaturity and knowing it all. The lesson was learned the hard way. Think on my abilities right now, do you seriously think a little shiit would do the things in my portfolio?"
He now kept quiet, I continued," Until I learned to respect others feelings, this constantly recurred. One kind word solved the beating, that's all it took and I've waited thirty nine Earth years to know of its importance.
I liked being thrown off the edge though. The choice to fly every time was permitted as I pondered the error of my ways.
Anyways, issues being presented. I know both of you and I don't. This whole event sounds like a setup on a grand scale. Neither of you have a name. I've discreetly looked into your minds as we met and you don't belong anywhere at all. This is new and I'm unsure of your purpose. I know you have a job to do and then nothing. You won't exist so who or what are you, the pair of you?"
Chyna 2.
After a pause the one on the left spoke, " we are, we just are, for the purpose..."
I was getting more confused on their being here, why I was here on an aircraft with a possible physical world impact of a disastrous fail. I discreetly read everyone on the aircraft. They all seemed normal and had no connection with the challenge. The guys seemed empty of life, no history could be read at all. They were constructs and I slowly began to see things a little clearer. They get removed after the event to prevent any feedback heading in my direction. I also understand why these constructs can't be used for retrievals. It still doesn't answer why many of us are used for this purpose.
I then spoke, "You are almost convincing as being real, your first fail was the imprint, you did it without any warning. This can be seen as an attack. Then not having any seperate parts, you two are always together. When read, you have no history, come on guys, everyone has history. A total lack of emotion. Do you want me to continue?"
They looked at me as I moved my head from side to side, the one on the right said, " I think the job will go smoothly, you told us things we didn't know ourselves. Emotion... isn't that a weakness?"
I responded, "Not at all, a lack of it or a lack of control is a weakness."
They stared at eachother. I looked forwards, the stewardess came along giving us the offer of refreshments. I had some pure pineapple juice. It tasted much nicer than the physical version. I was expecting this though.
Time passed, the film being watched with little interest. My mind pondering on the next step in this twisted scenario. Then we started the landing procedures...
On the ground we went our separate ways, I had a taxi waiting to take me to the prearranged hotel. As dusk was upon the city, the journey was unlike any taxi I'd used in the physical.
The city was lit up like a giant neon sign. I've never been to a big city lit up like this. Come to think of it, I've never really wanted to. The towering buildings arranged as sheets of glass that appeared to really scrape the sky. Their long stripes of concrete disappearing into the heavens. The glass reflections everwhere was a sight not seen before. They stand majestic in their entirety, containing people like grains of sand in a sandcastle. I knew the tide could come in and wash them away if I failed.
This brought determination so strong it uplifted me to do my job with exacting superlative.
The hotel appeared as the taxi stopped. I was ushered in by the porter who carried some bags I didn't know I had into the lift, then taken to a small room somewhere in the concrete sandcastle. I could see outside over many buildings but a few reached the moon by comparison. The streets below blooming in iridescent colours emanating like puke from a drunk on a bad night. The myriads of screens demanding your purchase of their unnecessary wares, demanding your attention on every street below. These, like thieves in the night, they flashed subliminal messages and created a desire, a greed for your wallets contents. I wondered how many people turned into buy now morons because some message reached into their soul and tore it out for ransom.
The colours were nice but as they faded into the distance their identity was lost, almost meaningless.
I moved from the window and opened one of my bags. Some clothes a camera and the typical tourist look was adorned from the presented garb. I looked stupid, I felt like a Muppet but couldn't decide which one. Not my scene at all, I was hoping the reflection was a lie, an imposter copying my movements. I was younger too, this apparently happening more often now. Im always younger, is this a message?
I noticed a lot fatter too, this doesn't suit me either I thought. With a quiet chuckle I joked about my mother not recognising me. The given body and attire was perfect for the job. This gave me some confidence too, it's a far cry from reality and this reality won't cry either. I refuse to fail.
I read some papers I found in the bag, lying on the comfy bed I programmed some photos into my subconcious with basic details. The night came and went a in dreamless sleep.
The morning was noisy with the machines removing the litter from the previous nights escapades. That smell of diesel here too I'd guess. A few hours to go and my simple, huh, task to perform whatever it was, I had to do at that moment. It reminded me of Ravels Bolero, a slow build up to the crescendo then silence. Right now though, this waiting was the silence before the storm. I hoped the impending storm fitted in a teacup. It rarely does but where there's hope...
I didn't eat breakfast, it wasn't fitting, the physical feedback was troubling me a little. The thought of it was eating away at my sensibility. I chose to ignore it, take control and remove it's bite. I made a strong coffee and drank it slowly. It tasted horrible almost plastic, I wanted to change it but refrained. I'm too close to the event horizon. One stupid action could jeopardise the mission, the coffee was left, no enhancement, it was warm and wet, I finished it.
I found a cell phone in the other bag I aquired. I switched it on and it was empty of data.
I decided to do as my attire suggested and take a tour of the city. After using the stairs for an eternity and feeling it too, the doors opened and through I went. The porter said his good morning speech, typical words that recieved a typical answer. I ventured into what looked like a patch of greenery the size of two football pitches. A few seats, all empty apart from the scribes etched into them. I sat and enjoyed the nearest thing to home. It seemed to be quaint how this greenery was across the road from the hotel. I thought to myself this particular hotel has been carefully selected.
Trees rustled in the soft breeze and everything seemed like it would be in the physical. I did wonder how close to home this location was. It was very convincing.
I sat here for some time just watching everyone do their thing.
The phone rang and I answered, "Hello" is all I said.
"A bright orange taxi will take you to the destination you mentioned previously" came from the speaker.
I said " Ok".
"You need to get to the 11th floor. Use the lift next to the out of order one and get out on the 10th floor. The stairs are clearly seen, go up from there and you should see the location. Any problems, call me" he finished, Then hung up. I thought this sounded formal, I suppose it is considering.
Within five mins the taxi appeared. A random guy hailed it when he saw it coming but the driver got out and refused him access. I knew this was my ride. I walked over, he smiled and said " To the mall I presume?".
I got in and was taken on a short ride to one of the concrete blocks that held up the sky. I got out and said " thank you for the pleasant journey", he jumped in and said " You're welcome, I need no payment, believe me, that's already been made". The door closed and away he went.
The wide glass multi-door entrance led into a large area of colourful signs and looked pleasing, almost inviting. Many businesses contained within this structure making and selling too many items and services to mention. It looked like an eco system in a box.
I looked for the lifts, there's many to choose from. The ones mentioned were seen and I headed in that direction. Only one was out of order and it had a single lift next to it. I thought so far so good. Pushing the call button that immediately illuminated, the doors slid open. I entered and pushed the button for the tenth floor as directed. The doors closed. Now I'm alone, so alone...
The apprehension growing, this unknown, it had a feel of a space walk in a meteor shower. What lies ahead is simple in it's directive, to make any assumptions or over-reacting could be a mistake. The possible undoing of earned respect through decades of triumphs had another toll, the fallout that enters the waking world. Is this possible? This placed a noose where one isn't required. The pressure building even stronger as no direct mindwork could be used. This immeasurable advantage lost, hands effectively tied and that of being vulnerable to something I want no part in. The deadly power game of an evil empire seemed overwhelming. This existance within the circles of crime and deception running rife with corruption, was a far cry from home. This would test a saint.
I can still pull out, it's a split second thought and suffer no consequences personally. The impending melee, a memory I already have would trouble me though.
I realised this mind game was a mental exercise with increasing pressure, the closer to the act, the stronger it became. A miniscule gain from success, yet a catastrophic disaster looms should it all turn pear shaped.
I'm in this through choice, I thought perhaps I should be more careful in what I ask for. Yeah, maybe, too late for that now.
The lift took its time to ascend through the floors, the rattles reminding me of my presence in this metal can like a tin of biscuits being shaken. The shaker looking for the last chocolate one and finding success. I snapped out of this mental distraction and the light for floor ten illuminated. The doors opened to a large hallway. The line of windows reflecting on that dark polished floor and that medicinal smell powered into my senses, the essence of cleaning, healing and removing the unwanted splinters in lifes toils.
To be continued...
Hmm, these seem awfully close to my Hero Dream scenarios. They seem like Retrievals, but we aren't really Retrieving anyone from their own personal Hell pre say. It's more like we are taking a preventive approach/measure now.
Thanks for sharing this Szaxx. I love reading your adventures. Your attention to detail in these is always so incredible. :-)
I normally remember the players and the circumstance. But have a hard with the fine details. I usually have to think hard about the incident to recall any of those. Then I wonder if I am just filling in the blanks with my "rational mind" or not.
If you can introduce the feel of an experience and how it changed, the memory of the events forms a chain. This with what ypu have remembered opens up far more.
Excellent experience Szaxx, I look forward to the rest.
Your explanation and detail of the mindset gives me so many clues as to what I need to develop in my own; I still feel like I'm wobbling on training wheels.lol
Hee hee EV, those wheels of yours are well oiled. I think you are one of a few who have recognised the FEEL of an experience is important. This puts your analysis of the whole into a superior position.
You're heading in the right direction if there is such a thing in the art.
This whole experience was strange, I've had many hero type ones but this one was so real in its feel. The environment was as solid as our physical. It's another where words fail.
I was in the first person and thoughts were in the third person with total physical memories. These are normally limited to anything that relates.
It's difficult finding a suitable explanation for telepathy, the next part will be read many times before posting to hopefully do justice to it.
Quote from: Szaxx on March 29, 2014, 03:50:13
Hee hee EV, those wheels of yours are well oiled. I think you are one of a few who have recognised the FEEL of an experience is important. This puts your analysis of the whole into a superior position.
There is so much to an experience that registers on a different level and then you try to translate it into words. You absorb it completely at a deeper level, and are left with this imprint, but then it has to be sorted out.
I'm really amazed with how much detail you got. I've always just figured that whatever I can't fish out right away is gone, but I know the memories are there and you can put yourself back there and get much more.
So your post has inspired me to put more effort into that.
Thanks for posting!
Chyna 4
I saw the stairs close by and walked towards them. Opening them I heard noise, this coming from above . Two runs of wide steps with a one hundred and eighty degrees turn midway, I ventured upwards. At the half way point I wanted to read the mall and knew this wouldn't be a good idea. At the top, another set of doors opened and I saw the vending machines on the left. That familiar opening infront on the right. Before this on the right there was an info board that looked as if it was touch screen operated. I hardly noticed it as another screen displayed the news. As I watched this looking for something I could use. A story about a guy who had chopped up someone and fed the parts to his dogs was being displayed with all its gore. The guy, still at large, had a similar description to my present body. Feeling sick trying to rationalize a reason, he must be a mental case, came to mind. The story continued with speculations of drug wars or a girlfriend problem. I walked on. Nothing seemed out of place, a nice reasonably quiet place with nothing to give any suggestions of where this crimelord is. As I slowly walked closer to the opening I started with a headache, the sharp one you get behind one eye that travels to the back of your head. I thought it typical at this time and looked at the contents of the vending machines. The pain dissapeared as fast as it came. It then occured to me the aincient one was searching everyone for anything out of the ordinary. I then realised it was an interrogation to see my reactions. I'd normally clear this or any discomfort without a second thought. This wasn't done and at that exact time I wasn't thinking of him searching either. That was one lucky escape. I snapped out of tourist mode and concentrated on my next move. As I wasn't on his radar now I moved between the vending machines and watched a crowd of newcomers enter the mall from where I came. I decided to send a general warm and happy feeling to anyone local to me. Being hidden in the crowd and already checked I was more likely to be ignored. It appeard to work. I saw a large guy with a couple of smaller, rough looking guys watching everyone who came near. They stood inbetween any passer by giving a look not fitting for this location. This was the crimelord, I'm sure of it. I couldn't read him and this really pssed me off. I knew I had to distract him somehow. It was almost futile and something had to be done. The time was right for action, I knew this instinctively. But what?, how? The anger grew inside as I had nothing and the moment was going to pass. The boss now around twenty feet infront of me, walking my way with his boys, needed my interference without anything mental being used.
I remembered the news story and picked the phone from my pocket sharply. He stopped walking, looking at me with suspicion. I snatched the phone to my ear and shouted " Oh it's you, you grump. What the fk do you think you're doing pssng ME off?
You knew the last one was fed to the dogs so why do it again? Think you're funny do you? You fkn wait, just fkn wait till I get back. You're dog meat too you grump".
I then started running in his direction. I decided to fail at putting the phone in my pocket and shouted " fk this, piece of sht"
I then launched it at the floor. It disintegrated into dust and then I looked up to see how close I was to the boss.
Instantly we met before I had chance to see. He went flying with me and his boys didn't take long to grab me and drag me to that open area. I was pinned against the bar by his boys and the boss came over after his other boys dusted him off. I had a feeling they wanted to throw me off but the boss said " Not here" in their language. That sharp pain came again with a vengence. I knew I was in trouble, deep trouble. My head screaming with pain from an internal fire I've never known before. I could hardly see too my vision being interfered with.
The boss spoke " We all have bad days, yours is now?" He spoke in a different language to the locals this time. I then realised I had too on the phone, that could have been a mistake.
I responded " I'm so sorry, that woman has ripped me off again with not delivering, that so called friend is now dog meat and she still carries on."
He looked at me straight in the face and said "The news, you?, I liked that?"
I knew I had a chance to say something, but what?
I said " Some people don't learn, they don't want to, are they stupid? Maybe turning them into dog meat will teach them a lesson."
He replied " It may take a little time for them to realise what they've got is good for them."
I looked at his henchmen holding me and he nodded at them. They eased off a little. The pain still burning in my head like a blob of lava.
I said " You mean give them time to see the truth".
This opened my mind up to the imprint. That was an automatic reaction and now I had to stop the aincient one from alerting the boss. I wasn't in a good bargaining position at all. I sent the same pain back to the aincient one hoping the pain inside me would stop. It failed miserably and my head was splitting now, the inside of my head feeling squashed. I then sent a confusingly garbled memory from my past. It contained some fear from the Badlands and although I wanted to send something fearful I couldn't get things clear in my mind. Somehow this message must have worked some magic, it seemed to ease the pressure in my head.
The boss still looking at me said " You have a good point there. Sometimes we overact our part in life don't we?
If you need to lie low for a while, you could always work for me. I'm sure I could make an opening for you."
I didn't like the idea at all but what else could I do?
Sometimes to defeat the enemy you have to join the enemy.
I considered this and said " I'll think about this, Im safe for now and I suppose the dogs shouldn't be fed again."
He laughed and said " They wont be hungry just yet."
His smirk showed great pleasure in this.
I continued, "So I get bad news and have to check it out first? It doesn't sound like her character either. I'll do as you suggest and check it out, you've probably got good reason to say this. If I'm here next week, same time, we'll talk buisness."
He nodded again and his boys dusted me off too. The aincient one was now close by, I could feel it. I sent another telepathic message to the aincient one saying the boss is a friend, I also sent our conversation and his time is short. He tried to find me but couldn't actually see who I was. I could feel this from him. The boss turned and headed away with his onterage.
Back to the aincient one, I then sent a view of the melee that I had to prevent and his grip loosened. My sight returned to normal now and it was my time to play with him. Going against my character I sent a strong feeling, one we all know so well, the flu. I put so much energy in it that he'd not shake it off and I hoped he couldn't prevent the feeling from taking over his mind. The idea was to create fear enough to wake him. It seemed to do something, I didn't know who or where he was. His grip dissapeared.
I was feeling so tired, a drink from the vending machines seemed the order of the day. As I walked to them the thought of flying off the building again was looking good. I can remember seeing something I can't drink in the physical and wanted to try it. After that thought, I faded from the scene.
There's more to the mind play but I can't recall it. Perhaps it was some kind of test.
It was a good experience though. I can't wait for another, perhaps a little different from this one. You don't get the same kick of elation I've had in the past from this type of experience.
Hey ho, onwards and forwards...
Quote from: Szaxx on March 29, 2014, 15:16:10
There's more to the mind play but I can't recall it. Perhaps it was some kind of test.
It was a good experience though. I can't wait for another, perhaps a little different from this one. You don't get the same kick of elation I've had in the past from this type of experience.
Hey ho, onwards and forwards...
I agree, it's always some kind of test.
I find that it's good that these "continuation/Marathon Dreams" come in waves. I usually get a "grouping" of these once every couple of months now. Many of the Dreams between these spans seem to be more related to actual happenings and people from my past.
This is mostly because of the fact that we have "levels" to our Dreams as well. Just like some people experience different "levels" of AP.
But when you have one of these "Dream Marathons", they really leave you wondering. :-)
Like you have said in the past Szaxx, we have experiences like this every night, it's just that we don't always keep full recollection of them. :wink:
Szaxx, a question: In the very beginning you said this recall came in more than one part and that you were waiting for a trigger to occur. How would you describe the trigger; is it always the same or does it show itself in different ways? Do you actively pursue the trigger or simply notice it passively as it happens?
Thanks.
The way it works generally is you have the experience and wake. Within a few seconds of waking the immediate memory starts to fade as you phase back into the physical.
I slow the waking by not moving and keep the thoughts of the experience alive by recalling the scenes. I've found the major scenes stay in memory so the ones that have an immediate emotional impact are safe. It's the lead up to these that get forgotten, so recalling these helps you retain them in physical memory. The best method is to half wake and recall the events sequentially as best you can. Keep these in mind and wake fully.
You'll forget them within a few seconds as normal. The half in half out memory seems to hide the experience just outside of instant recall, however during the afternoon, you'll be doing something ( having kept the memory present all day), and the triggers start to appear.
These open up a sequence of the experience and you recall them as clear as the experience.
The triggers can be anything from a similar sound, smell or taste as well as sight.
Eventually these can be written leaving gaps and once read, the sequence fills itself in. The feeling of the sequences helps you with that spoken. You instinctively know if it's incorrect.
The rest fills itself in parts over time and any fine details become apparent.
The overall accuracy can be 100% if the experience was awe inspiring.
It also helps to be in physical autopilot mode and slighty phase out. You get the hypno noises doing this. I've gone too far into this mode and fell off my chair once. I'm glad no-one was near. That wouldn't be explainable to Mr average. Lol.