http://www.amsterdam.info/coffeeshops/ (ha ha, yeah, of course!)
The tear from Kate on his finger and how real that felt confuses Sayid greatly.
How could it be possible to feel something when you are not there in reality?
Ayn explains to him that there is not just one reality. As there is not only one dimension.
The sceptic humanbeings fail to belief in other reailties, simply because they can't touch, hear or see it, let stand alone live in it.
She shows Sayid that there are many parrallel worlds. And that it is possible to live in many different lives on many different ways.
That's how it can happen that you are a begger in one, a scientist in another, a royalty in yet another and a criminal, a devoted husband and father and even a priest simultaneously.
In most lives the excistence is very humble and simple, very basic.
People are born and live their lives in the way of their ancestors.
But sometimes your life gets complicated by the deeper knowledge of knowing that there is infinite more possible with the way you live. Buddha was one of these people.
Being on Aghartha Sayid's health is recuperating faster then it would on earth.
He is such an eager student that studying takes away most of the pain, each day a little more.
He enjoys being with Ayn so much that he actually falls in love with her.
And the feeling is mutual.
But something stands in the way for Sayid to begin courting Ayn.
He feels he has to deal with that first.
There are two things that he has to address, finding out Nadia is safe and happy.
And the second thing is helping his friends on the island.
Learning more and more about remote viewing he ventures out to the island as often as he can.
In the meantime Ayn is making inquiries about Nadia, back on Upper earth.
She can leave Inner-earth when she pleases, but she can't take sayid with her.
The Naga forbid it. Because once Sayid leaves Aghartya and returns to Upper-earth, he will not be allowed to come back. He has vows and commitments to make before that and he is not ready yet.
Therefore he has to leave it up to Ayn to find Nadia.
He has been searching for Nadia for a very long time and he doubts if Ayn will be able to find her.
But within three days she does find what she was lloking for and takes photographs and makes copies of all documents and transcripts she can lay her hand on without getting caught.
Then she brings them to Sayid.
Nadia has married.
She is now the wife of a restaurant holder at the Champs Ellysee, in Paris, France.
She has children, two boys, a twin from 7 years old, Sayid and Faizal.
Two beautiful and healthy boys.
And their dad is a wonderful man, rich but honest and decent.
Sayid gets all quiet for a while when he hears about this.
He stares at the pictures for a long long time.
Ayn asks him of he wants to share his thought's about it.
"I don't know what to say." he answers :"I don't even know what to think. I am of course happy for her."
"But?" she asks.
"It's weird, I know, but somehow I thought she would wait for me to set her free. But it has been a little over seven years since I last saw her. I could never expect her to wait for me though...
""Disappointed?
"" In a way, yes. I am old fashioned, I know. Even a little bit conservative. It's these lovely kids that hurts me the most. They could have been mine. They are from the same age since I helped Nadia escape in Baghdad.""
Ayn ponders.
Why didn't she check the dna of the boys and compare it with Sayid's?
She was only too happy to see Nadia had married and she didn't have to worry about Sayid wanting to return to earth and to Nadia.
Now she has to go back and do that dna check......
How could it be possible to feel something when you are not there in reality?
Ayn explains to him that there is not just one reality. As there is not only one dimension.
The sceptic humanbeings fail to belief in other reailties, simply because they can't touch, hear or see it, let stand alone live in it.
She shows Sayid that there are many parrallel worlds. And that it is possible to live in many different lives on many different ways.
That's how it can happen that you are a begger in one, a scientist in another, a royalty in yet another and a criminal, a devoted husband and father and even a priest simultaneously.
In most lives the excistence is very humble and simple, very basic.
People are born and live their lives in the way of their ancestors.
But sometimes your life gets complicated by the deeper knowledge of knowing that there is infinite more possible with the way you live. Buddha was one of these people.
Being on Aghartha Sayid's health is recuperating faster then it would on earth.
He is such an eager student that studying takes away most of the pain, each day a little more.
He enjoys being with Ayn so much that he actually falls in love with her.
And the feeling is mutual.
But something stands in the way for Sayid to begin courting Ayn.
He feels he has to deal with that first.
There are two things that he has to address, finding out Nadia is safe and happy.
And the second thing is helping his friends on the island.
Learning more and more about remote viewing he ventures out to the island as often as he can.
In the meantime Ayn is making inquiries about Nadia, back on Upper earth.
She can leave Inner-earth when she pleases, but she can't take sayid with her.
The Naga forbid it. Because once Sayid leaves Aghartya and returns to Upper-earth, he will not be allowed to come back. He has vows and commitments to make before that and he is not ready yet.
Therefore he has to leave it up to Ayn to find Nadia.
He has been searching for Nadia for a very long time and he doubts if Ayn will be able to find her.
But within three days she does find what she was lloking for and takes photographs and makes copies of all documents and transcripts she can lay her hand on without getting caught.
Then she brings them to Sayid.
Nadia has married.
She is now the wife of a restaurant holder at the Champs Ellysee, in Paris, France.
She has children, two boys, a twin from 7 years old, Sayid and Faizal.
Two beautiful and healthy boys.
And their dad is a wonderful man, rich but honest and decent.
Sayid gets all quiet for a while when he hears about this.
He stares at the pictures for a long long time.
Ayn asks him of he wants to share his thought's about it.
"I don't know what to say." he answers :"I don't even know what to think. I am of course happy for her."
"But?" she asks.
"It's weird, I know, but somehow I thought she would wait for me to set her free. But it has been a little over seven years since I last saw her. I could never expect her to wait for me though...
""Disappointed?
"" In a way, yes. I am old fashioned, I know. Even a little bit conservative. It's these lovely kids that hurts me the most. They could have been mine. They are from the same age since I helped Nadia escape in Baghdad.""
Ayn ponders.
Why didn't she check the dna of the boys and compare it with Sayid's?
She was only too happy to see Nadia had married and she didn't have to worry about Sayid wanting to return to earth and to Nadia.
Now she has to go back and do that dna check......
~One Little Spark~
This breathe taking banner was made by the fantastic Dirsi!!
Sayid looking over his shoulder to see what is taking part and if it is really FRIENDS ONLY
It was, for a while. But just because I experienced a writers block.
What happened? Nothing serious. I have been ill for a time (Lupus, Rheuma), but the main thing was putting myself under pressure. So stupid. So silly.
I wanted to post only ready made episodes/chapterines (chapters inside a chapter).
Perhaps for the reader it is eassier to read one whole posted chapter, but my hands and fingers hurt like hell and sometimes it takes 90 minutes to type one entry, like for example the last page of Remote Viewing, number 3.
I can't do that anymore, I have to accept my handicap. look at the way I am working at this little piece? I have two small pillows underneath my elbows and underarms to support my hands and especially my fingers on and over the keyboard. Every time I push in a key I get tingling in my finger, that echoes through my hands, travels to my arms. knock against my elbows, go on to my upperarms and end somewhere between my shoulder and neck towards my brain. That also gives me a majot headach. But what else can I do?
This is the only way left for me to communicate with others, because walking and standing also gets very difficult, three steps and I have to sit, because it hurts like hell in my pelvis and lower back.
I have to make adjustments. And one of them is to stop posting whole pages.
From now on I post what ever I can, when ever I can.
This community is re opened.
Tell me what you think of it so far.
With love and light, Lizz.
This breathe taking banner was made by the fantastic Dirsi!!
Sayid looking over his shoulder to see what is taking part and if it is really FRIENDS ONLY
It was, for a while. But just because I experienced a writers block.
What happened? Nothing serious. I have been ill for a time (Lupus, Rheuma), but the main thing was putting myself under pressure. So stupid. So silly.
I wanted to post only ready made episodes/chapterines (chapters inside a chapter).
Perhaps for the reader it is eassier to read one whole posted chapter, but my hands and fingers hurt like hell and sometimes it takes 90 minutes to type one entry, like for example the last page of Remote Viewing, number 3.
I can't do that anymore, I have to accept my handicap. look at the way I am working at this little piece? I have two small pillows underneath my elbows and underarms to support my hands and especially my fingers on and over the keyboard. Every time I push in a key I get tingling in my finger, that echoes through my hands, travels to my arms. knock against my elbows, go on to my upperarms and end somewhere between my shoulder and neck towards my brain. That also gives me a majot headach. But what else can I do?
This is the only way left for me to communicate with others, because walking and standing also gets very difficult, three steps and I have to sit, because it hurts like hell in my pelvis and lower back.
I have to make adjustments. And one of them is to stop posting whole pages.
From now on I post what ever I can, when ever I can.
This community is re opened.
Tell me what you think of it so far.
With love and light, Lizz.
- Mood:
creative
These words, from sucha handsome and capable man such as Sayid, makes Ayn glow and radiate like a diamond, bigger then any diamond ever, on earth and on Aghartha.
With her index finger she draws him closer at her. Then she gently lays her hands arround his face and brings her lips towards his mouth.
Scanning eachothers emotions with their eyes, their lips and tongues do the preliminary, reconnaissance into a complete un-chartered world of love.
They taste vanilla, liquorice, mocca, honey, strawberry, chili-pepper, kiwi...and what was that?
So indescribable, inconceivable and unsurpassable hot and sweet at the same time.
The best they have ever tasted and very encouraging for more, lots more.
Wait, what is that? Something even hotter, sweeter, so delicious.... Let's try that once more....Spicey yet soft, provoking yet smooth, so indefinable but yet so irresistable...
And you want to know...
You want to know...
You need to know....
But, aww, these damn ribs!
Very disappointed Sayid has to retreat.
And Ayn smiles.
She smiles again.
She always smiles.
Her purple eyes lighten up :"Don't you think you get off that easy. I simply give you some room because of your injuries.
"" I don't intend to...give up." he replies :"62 days on one and the same island...just arround the corner...and I never saw you. Was I blind?".
"No. There is nothing wrong with your eyes or your brain. In fact, you have seen more then many of your friends."
"More? I dounbt it.....I should have seen...Henry's trap. But I stepped into it...just like my friends.", his eyes darken with sorrow :"I hope they are still alive.
"" Yes. They are. There has not been any significant changes since Henry's assault on you."
"Can you also see that...with remote viewing?"
"Yes. I will teach you. But not everything at once. Step by step. Two important clues during lesson one, one: forget everything learned or studied and two: remember the things you see now. Ready?"
That suprises him, :"What? Right now?"
"Yep. Close your eyes and picture the face of the person you saw last, before the assault. Who is that person? How does he or she look like? Concentrate on the colour of the eyes and the colour of the hair, the shape of the face..Who is it?".
"Sawyer." he says, somewhat suprised himself.
Sawyer, aka James Ford, nearly gets a heart attack when he suddenly hears Sayid's voice.
Tracing like a sleuth he scans every detail of his surroundings.
He could have sworn he heared the voice of Sayid, but he can't find the Iraqi soldier anywhere.
He has to admit, to himself, that he sure would like to see that little bronzed agile man again, if it were only because Sayid probably is the only person who would do a bold and kamikaze-like thing like trying to save him, Kate and Jack. He would probably even want to embrace him like a brother.
A big grinn brightens his face for a second.
Sayid and Ayn are but six feet away from him, on the island.
:"Good Grace!" another word Sayid learned on the island, but would never say that anywhere else in case a muslim would overhear it,: "He looks awefull. What did they do to him?"
Clever, foxy, cunning and a tiny little bit vain, Sawyer now wears dirty brown baggy rags, he is barefooted and has heavy chains arround his ankles.
Picking up firewood, he still scans the perimeter.
"Hurry up, man! We don't have all day!" another man yells at him.
This man also wears brown worn off rags, but he has leather moccasins on and no chains.
And he wears a rifle,, an old kaleshinkov and as Sayid assesses, well groomed and working.
"Who is that man?" Sayid asks Ayn.
"A criminal." she answers, : "There have been many attempts to find and infiltrate Inner Earth. Most of them were after the treasures, our gold, diamonds, jewels, but also the instruments the Agharthians and Naga invented, thousands of years of documentations, spacecrafts and weapons. Or our scientists, noble and gentlemen and women, priests and scholars. People go with great lenghts for that, some don't even think twice to kill and rob or rape, like Henry. My mother was not really helpless as Agharthian born, but Henry succeded in finding and mirdering her."
She points at the mentioned man, who is seated on a rock, just ahead, reading a book.
Sayid sees the cover and reads the title "The Bad Twin."
"That is the book Hurley was reading. Please, tell me that this monster did not do anything to him." Sayid says, with almost begging eyes.
"No, Hurley is okay." she says, while they wander, unseen, through the camp, : "Henry let him go. He wnet back to your camp to tell your people what happened here. Look at that woman over there." she points at a young woman just a few meters away.
"That's Kate!" Sayid's heart skips a beat.
He has always liked Kate, because of her guts and intelligence.
This once proud, fierce and independant young woman, now a prisoner, bows herself over an ugly bowl she has dropped and broken and cries about it.
Two other women just stand there, watching her and shaking their heads in disaproval.
"I need to help them!"Sayid says, firmly meaning his words, : I have to get them out of there. They are waiting for me!"
"I know, sweetheart.. They still wait for you. But they have to be patient for a week or three."
"Why?"
"Have you already forgotten the broken glas and the tea?""
"Dammit!" Yet another word Sayid picked up from the westerners.
It is supposed to lent them power.
Allthough devote christians think it is a way to curse God and that would turn on you one day.
But does it really give power?
Not for Sayid.
Dismissive he shakes his head.
Ayn takes his hand and together they walk towards the crying Kate.
They stand right in front of her, but she does not see them.
Sayid mentions her name a couple of times, but she cannot hear him.
Ayn again takes his hand and brings it to the face of the lost prisoner.
Tenderly she navigates his fingers over Kate's face, gently weeping off the tears.
In graet amazement Sayid looks at his fingertips.
They are wet.
With Kates tears.
And then Kate brings her hand to her cheeks, with puzzling eyes.
She turns arround and looks at the sea, because from there Sayid was supposed to come and rescue them.
"Sayid..." she whispers, :"Where are you?
".....
With her index finger she draws him closer at her. Then she gently lays her hands arround his face and brings her lips towards his mouth.
Scanning eachothers emotions with their eyes, their lips and tongues do the preliminary, reconnaissance into a complete un-chartered world of love.
They taste vanilla, liquorice, mocca, honey, strawberry, chili-pepper, kiwi...and what was that?
So indescribable, inconceivable and unsurpassable hot and sweet at the same time.
The best they have ever tasted and very encouraging for more, lots more.
Wait, what is that? Something even hotter, sweeter, so delicious.... Let's try that once more....Spicey yet soft, provoking yet smooth, so indefinable but yet so irresistable...
And you want to know...
You want to know...
You need to know....
But, aww, these damn ribs!
Very disappointed Sayid has to retreat.
And Ayn smiles.
She smiles again.
She always smiles.
Her purple eyes lighten up :"Don't you think you get off that easy. I simply give you some room because of your injuries.
"" I don't intend to...give up." he replies :"62 days on one and the same island...just arround the corner...and I never saw you. Was I blind?".
"No. There is nothing wrong with your eyes or your brain. In fact, you have seen more then many of your friends."
"More? I dounbt it.....I should have seen...Henry's trap. But I stepped into it...just like my friends.", his eyes darken with sorrow :"I hope they are still alive.
"" Yes. They are. There has not been any significant changes since Henry's assault on you."
"Can you also see that...with remote viewing?"
"Yes. I will teach you. But not everything at once. Step by step. Two important clues during lesson one, one: forget everything learned or studied and two: remember the things you see now. Ready?"
That suprises him, :"What? Right now?"
"Yep. Close your eyes and picture the face of the person you saw last, before the assault. Who is that person? How does he or she look like? Concentrate on the colour of the eyes and the colour of the hair, the shape of the face..Who is it?".
"Sawyer." he says, somewhat suprised himself.
Sawyer, aka James Ford, nearly gets a heart attack when he suddenly hears Sayid's voice.
Tracing like a sleuth he scans every detail of his surroundings.
He could have sworn he heared the voice of Sayid, but he can't find the Iraqi soldier anywhere.
He has to admit, to himself, that he sure would like to see that little bronzed agile man again, if it were only because Sayid probably is the only person who would do a bold and kamikaze-like thing like trying to save him, Kate and Jack. He would probably even want to embrace him like a brother.
A big grinn brightens his face for a second.
Sayid and Ayn are but six feet away from him, on the island.
:"Good Grace!" another word Sayid learned on the island, but would never say that anywhere else in case a muslim would overhear it,: "He looks awefull. What did they do to him?"
Clever, foxy, cunning and a tiny little bit vain, Sawyer now wears dirty brown baggy rags, he is barefooted and has heavy chains arround his ankles.
Picking up firewood, he still scans the perimeter.
"Hurry up, man! We don't have all day!" another man yells at him.
This man also wears brown worn off rags, but he has leather moccasins on and no chains.
And he wears a rifle,, an old kaleshinkov and as Sayid assesses, well groomed and working.
"Who is that man?" Sayid asks Ayn.
"A criminal." she answers, : "There have been many attempts to find and infiltrate Inner Earth. Most of them were after the treasures, our gold, diamonds, jewels, but also the instruments the Agharthians and Naga invented, thousands of years of documentations, spacecrafts and weapons. Or our scientists, noble and gentlemen and women, priests and scholars. People go with great lenghts for that, some don't even think twice to kill and rob or rape, like Henry. My mother was not really helpless as Agharthian born, but Henry succeded in finding and mirdering her."
She points at the mentioned man, who is seated on a rock, just ahead, reading a book.
Sayid sees the cover and reads the title "The Bad Twin."
"That is the book Hurley was reading. Please, tell me that this monster did not do anything to him." Sayid says, with almost begging eyes.
"No, Hurley is okay." she says, while they wander, unseen, through the camp, : "Henry let him go. He wnet back to your camp to tell your people what happened here. Look at that woman over there." she points at a young woman just a few meters away.
"That's Kate!" Sayid's heart skips a beat.
He has always liked Kate, because of her guts and intelligence.
This once proud, fierce and independant young woman, now a prisoner, bows herself over an ugly bowl she has dropped and broken and cries about it.
Two other women just stand there, watching her and shaking their heads in disaproval.
"I need to help them!"Sayid says, firmly meaning his words, : I have to get them out of there. They are waiting for me!"
"I know, sweetheart.. They still wait for you. But they have to be patient for a week or three."
"Why?"
"Have you already forgotten the broken glas and the tea?""
"Dammit!" Yet another word Sayid picked up from the westerners.
It is supposed to lent them power.
Allthough devote christians think it is a way to curse God and that would turn on you one day.
But does it really give power?
Not for Sayid.
Dismissive he shakes his head.
Ayn takes his hand and together they walk towards the crying Kate.
They stand right in front of her, but she does not see them.
Sayid mentions her name a couple of times, but she cannot hear him.
Ayn again takes his hand and brings it to the face of the lost prisoner.
Tenderly she navigates his fingers over Kate's face, gently weeping off the tears.
In graet amazement Sayid looks at his fingertips.
They are wet.
With Kates tears.
And then Kate brings her hand to her cheeks, with puzzling eyes.
She turns arround and looks at the sea, because from there Sayid was supposed to come and rescue them.
"Sayid..." she whispers, :"Where are you?
".....
- Mood: creative
He is so stunned because he has heared of that term before, when he was in the army.
To be precise, he was not a soldier in the Iraqi Republican Guard anymore, he worked with secret agents from the CIA and MI6 before the crash took place.
He was desperately seeking Nadia.
He lost track of her after he helped her escape.
That was more than seven years ago and he would probably lost his interest in her if the secret agencies had not located him and bring him in, from time till time.
They used Nadia to blackmail him into very dangerous undercover work.
He speaks fluently Arabic and a few Arabic related dialects and he is muslim. After 911 these undercover jobs became more and more frequent. He was sent to places all over the world untill he ended up in Australia and took flight 815 of Oceanic Air, with the known results.
In the military world the phrase Remote Viewing draws more and more attention. People are getting trained in different ways to peer into the future.
They are supposed to measure out or calculate the fall out or effects of certain missions excecuted by the US military, from what position or from what point of.
Not really happy with or ready for another military exercise, Sayid is frankly shocked to hear Ayn use such a military phrase.
She reads that in his darkened eyes and smiles.
"They stole that expression from us." she says.
"Who?
""The military."
He frowns his forehead :"You accuse the military of stealing an expression?".
She laughs :"I know how silly that sounds. They can have it, you know. But the way they use it is hopelessly wrong. They could use an example from the FBI. The FBI is using clairvoyancy without drilling poor soldiers to see things they would otherwise be able to see without expensive scientific trainings."
"Do you mean everybody can do remote viewing?". he asks half amazed, half intuitivly drawn to the subject.
She nods :"Yes. The Great One has equipt us all with thousands of these gifts. The only problem is that these days the people forgot how to use them. Stronger, they forgot that they have them."
"I don't fully... understand." Sayid says :"How come the Pentagon is spending so much money...to train certain soldiers remote vieweing when...that actually is part of the..ehm..human-luggage?".
"Because scientists are slow thinkers."
"What!?" he stares at her utterly suprised.
Ayn laughs again :"If you want to learn something very important, what is the first step you should do?".
"Remember everything you already know."
"False. Forget everything you heared. Pretend you have amnesia and know nothing about the subject. See it for your self."
She points her finger at a large spider web, close to the bed.
"See how beautiful and complicated this web is?"
"Yes."
"Now watch this." she stands up and with her finger she destroys the big web, leaving only one single thread behind. One thread so tiny, so thin, so elusive, so fragile.
She sits down again and helps Sayid in a sitting position, leaning against her and watches with him what the spider does next.
"One single thread. The Red thread through all of our lives, that tells you who you are." she says :"We, humanbeings, would get upset and angry. We would move away and rebuild somewhere else. But this single thread would always remind us. As a starting point. Like the spider does now."
They watch the spider rebuilding her web, without any anger, without any fear, without the desire to retaliate.
The web is up and running again within one minute and as beautiful and elaborate as the one before.
"Now, how does she do that?" Ayn asks :"She has no room for memories in her tiny head."
"Instinct." Sayid says.
"Yeah, but what does instinct do? If I were to put a big juicy fly into her web, what does her instinct tell her to do?"
"To eat it.... Or to save it for later."
"That are already three important things for her to remember. She also has to re produce, that makes four. Does all of that fit in such a tiny little head?
"" Isn't that relative?" Sayid asks, not knowing where the subject leads to.
"That is another red thread." she says:"Relativity Rule. Einstein loved rules and laws like that. But where did that come from? Instinct? Like Mrs Spider?".
"Humans have intelligence."
"So Einstein was born with it?"
"I don't know. Was he?".
"I don't know either. I wasn't there. But somehow he had to learn all of it. If you have lived for, lets say 18 years, you would have a head as big as an elephant because you have to remember how to stand upright, to walk, to eat, to write, to speak, to play, to wrestle...And then you go to college to study. Where does all of the new knowledge have to fit in? Wouldn't your head be as big as the Mediterranean Sea? Wouldn't you need several sattelites floating arround your brain to remember all that and not to forget how to put one foot in front of the other, if that is possible at all with such a head?".
Sayid grins, he can see it in front of his eyes now, : "I don't think you could walk...sit, lay or stand. that way.".
"Now you are remote viewing." she very casually says:"And did you have to study at all?".
Suprised he looks up at her :"I was remote viewing?".
"Didn't you see all those sattelites flying arround? Or were you not trying to find your feet?".
"Yes, but.... That was just imaginative..."he stutters.
"That's all there is to it." Ayn says;"What would happen if's. Imagine the faces at the Pentagon.
""They would be mad as hell...if it was true."
"It is Sayid. Remote viewing is build in. Like mindreading, like clairvoyance, like instinct and intuition. All you have to do is forget everything you learned and open that door. In other words, don't think, just do it. Let it happen. And then practice, exercise, exert and execute. You don't need to walk, run dance or to study. And you don't have to be a soldier either. We already know you will never ever have to be a soldier again in this life. But your memories will come in very handy everytime you need to defend or protect somebody special to you."
"Gosg, Ayn...There is so much to learn.."he sighs, with his eyes glowing with worhshipping to her:"Right now, I think you are that somebody special. To me."....
To be precise, he was not a soldier in the Iraqi Republican Guard anymore, he worked with secret agents from the CIA and MI6 before the crash took place.
He was desperately seeking Nadia.
He lost track of her after he helped her escape.
That was more than seven years ago and he would probably lost his interest in her if the secret agencies had not located him and bring him in, from time till time.
They used Nadia to blackmail him into very dangerous undercover work.
He speaks fluently Arabic and a few Arabic related dialects and he is muslim. After 911 these undercover jobs became more and more frequent. He was sent to places all over the world untill he ended up in Australia and took flight 815 of Oceanic Air, with the known results.
In the military world the phrase Remote Viewing draws more and more attention. People are getting trained in different ways to peer into the future.
They are supposed to measure out or calculate the fall out or effects of certain missions excecuted by the US military, from what position or from what point of.
Not really happy with or ready for another military exercise, Sayid is frankly shocked to hear Ayn use such a military phrase.
She reads that in his darkened eyes and smiles.
"They stole that expression from us." she says.
"Who?
""The military."
He frowns his forehead :"You accuse the military of stealing an expression?".
She laughs :"I know how silly that sounds. They can have it, you know. But the way they use it is hopelessly wrong. They could use an example from the FBI. The FBI is using clairvoyancy without drilling poor soldiers to see things they would otherwise be able to see without expensive scientific trainings."
"Do you mean everybody can do remote viewing?". he asks half amazed, half intuitivly drawn to the subject.
She nods :"Yes. The Great One has equipt us all with thousands of these gifts. The only problem is that these days the people forgot how to use them. Stronger, they forgot that they have them."
"I don't fully... understand." Sayid says :"How come the Pentagon is spending so much money...to train certain soldiers remote vieweing when...that actually is part of the..ehm..human-luggage?".
"Because scientists are slow thinkers."
"What!?" he stares at her utterly suprised.
Ayn laughs again :"If you want to learn something very important, what is the first step you should do?".
"Remember everything you already know."
"False. Forget everything you heared. Pretend you have amnesia and know nothing about the subject. See it for your self."
She points her finger at a large spider web, close to the bed.
"See how beautiful and complicated this web is?"
"Yes."
"Now watch this." she stands up and with her finger she destroys the big web, leaving only one single thread behind. One thread so tiny, so thin, so elusive, so fragile.
She sits down again and helps Sayid in a sitting position, leaning against her and watches with him what the spider does next.
"One single thread. The Red thread through all of our lives, that tells you who you are." she says :"We, humanbeings, would get upset and angry. We would move away and rebuild somewhere else. But this single thread would always remind us. As a starting point. Like the spider does now."
They watch the spider rebuilding her web, without any anger, without any fear, without the desire to retaliate.
The web is up and running again within one minute and as beautiful and elaborate as the one before.
"Now, how does she do that?" Ayn asks :"She has no room for memories in her tiny head."
"Instinct." Sayid says.
"Yeah, but what does instinct do? If I were to put a big juicy fly into her web, what does her instinct tell her to do?"
"To eat it.... Or to save it for later."
"That are already three important things for her to remember. She also has to re produce, that makes four. Does all of that fit in such a tiny little head?
"" Isn't that relative?" Sayid asks, not knowing where the subject leads to.
"That is another red thread." she says:"Relativity Rule. Einstein loved rules and laws like that. But where did that come from? Instinct? Like Mrs Spider?".
"Humans have intelligence."
"So Einstein was born with it?"
"I don't know. Was he?".
"I don't know either. I wasn't there. But somehow he had to learn all of it. If you have lived for, lets say 18 years, you would have a head as big as an elephant because you have to remember how to stand upright, to walk, to eat, to write, to speak, to play, to wrestle...And then you go to college to study. Where does all of the new knowledge have to fit in? Wouldn't your head be as big as the Mediterranean Sea? Wouldn't you need several sattelites floating arround your brain to remember all that and not to forget how to put one foot in front of the other, if that is possible at all with such a head?".
Sayid grins, he can see it in front of his eyes now, : "I don't think you could walk...sit, lay or stand. that way.".
"Now you are remote viewing." she very casually says:"And did you have to study at all?".
Suprised he looks up at her :"I was remote viewing?".
"Didn't you see all those sattelites flying arround? Or were you not trying to find your feet?".
"Yes, but.... That was just imaginative..."he stutters.
"That's all there is to it." Ayn says;"What would happen if's. Imagine the faces at the Pentagon.
""They would be mad as hell...if it was true."
"It is Sayid. Remote viewing is build in. Like mindreading, like clairvoyance, like instinct and intuition. All you have to do is forget everything you learned and open that door. In other words, don't think, just do it. Let it happen. And then practice, exercise, exert and execute. You don't need to walk, run dance or to study. And you don't have to be a soldier either. We already know you will never ever have to be a soldier again in this life. But your memories will come in very handy everytime you need to defend or protect somebody special to you."
"Gosg, Ayn...There is so much to learn.."he sighs, with his eyes glowing with worhshipping to her:"Right now, I think you are that somebody special. To me."....
- Mood:
exhausted
~~One Little Spark~~
Remote Viewing {part 1}
Sayid recuperates steadily.
His wounds heal faster then on earth, though it seems endlessly when you are the one whose body hurts all day and all night, all the time and those unwilling and not functioning arms and legs are yours.
He hates being unable to go to the bathroom and the toilet, he can't properly sit up or lay down and when it is dinertime the torture really begins.
Feeling that helpless, that unable and that vulnerable gets you so annoyed, and angry and so desperate.
Untill you find that the only childish stupid behaviour is your own.
Ayn shows him this, completely without words.
One morning she comes in with a tray with on it a big can of ice tea and two glasses.
She gently puts the tray on the sidetable and takes one of the glasses in her hand.
She hits it against the wooden frame of the side table, but just softly enough to break it in three evensized parts.
For his amazed eyes Sayid sees how she puts the pieces back together and sets it next to the other glass.
Then she picks up the can and begins pouring the icetea.
First in the whole glass and then in the broken one.
The tea, ofcourse, begins to run through the cracks of the broken glass.
Puzzling sayid keeps shifting his eyes from the broken glass, to the can that keeps filling the glass, whilst it keeps running and then to Ayns emotionless face.
It takes a few seconds, and a lot of ice tea, before he finds the courage to say something, because he can't explain why she would behave like this.
"Ayn." he says, reluctantly.
She looks at him : "Yes, Sayid?"
"Why do you keep pouring the tea? You broke that glass yourself. You do see that the glass does not contain the the tea as it should, don't you?".
She smiles and stops the pouring.
But then she tries to lift up that same broken glass and it breaks together in her hand.
Sayid is shocked :"Look out! You'll hurt yourself."
She smiles again and with one of her feet she pushes abucket, that she placed there earlier, to the side table and picks out a cloth she had putted there before.
Then she throws the broken pieces of glass in the bucket and wipes up the tea.
Sayid is startled : "Why did you do that?"
"Because it gets wet and messy if I don't." she answers.
"No. I mean...you broke the glass and still you poured the ice tea in it, why?" he asks.
"I needed to show you something." she explains :"This was only a glass. You have many bones in the same situation that that glass was in. You say I can't pour the tea into a broken glass. But can you walk, run, dance, draw, play guitar or make love to me with all of your broken bones?"
Sayid wants to make himself as tiny as possible.
She is absolutely right.
He wants to do things his body is not capable to at the moment and he gets angry and impatient because he wants to do everything himself out of shame and dispair.
Ayn takes another (whole) glass out of her pocket.
That shows her premeditation, she has planned it.
She pours the ice tea in the glass, but sets it down on the table before she says: "Can I now please help you up to share the rest of the ice tea?"
He allows her help. He can't sit up without her help and eventhough he can hold the glass in his hands, he can't bring it to his lipps.
Feeling his battered back against her soft body makes him shiver from joy.
"Forgive me. " he says: "I am so ashamed."
"Tell me why, please." she says, letting him have small sipps of the cool ice tea.
After a few sipps, he says : "I am not sure why. Maybe I am vain and proud. And stubborn. I am a soldier. I am supposed to be... tough and enduring."
"Have you ever been in a situation like this before?" she asks.
"I have been injured a few times, yes."
"But like this?"
"No, never".
"Would you expect a fellow soldier with the same injuries to do everything you want to do?"
"No."
"Then why do you expect it from yourself? Is it because I am a woman and men must always be strong in the company of a woman?"
"Maybe. I don't know. What I do know is that I am not familiair with this. I honestly do not know how to react, what I should do or should not do. I have never been ill or wounded and being looked after by a woman before. Not like this."
"The strong, silent, independant type, huh?" she says, knowing that it is a very old cliche.
"I suppose so. Yes. But also because I don't want to give a wrong impression of me."
"To me ?"
"Yes."
"Did you actually see the lines of the cracks in that broken glass?"
"Slightly, yes.".
"Would you have noticed it was broken if I had not broken it right under your nose?"
"Not immediatly."
"Would you agree with me if I said that glass was a wrong impression? It looked whole but it wasn't. ?"
"Yes."
"Don't you think that I knew that that glass was broken?"
"No. You knew it. But why do you ask this?"
"One more question. Don't you think that I know that nearly every bone in your body is broken?"
"I know you know that."
"So why am I supposed to believe that you are whole, that you can walk, dance, run, do everything you always did, knowingly that you can't? At least not for a few more weeks. You are giving me a wrong impression. Because I know very well how capable you are, when you're not hurt."
Again he wants to shrink and hide.
Once again she is right.
He shakes his head in disbelieve :"You are right. Again. " he admits :"But why didn't I see that?"
"Because I am on the outside looking in and that always is the easy way. You are inside the broken glass, fighting frantically to contain your usual good quality."
Amazed he looks at her.
"How do you do that?"
"What?"
"You were very close to be patronizing, true but in a way correcting me and that felt patronised and before I could realise that you patch it up with such a compliment."
She smiles : "First, I was not trying to patronise. Second, i do not believe in patronizing people. And third, that was no compliment but the truth."
Sayid suddenly hears the voices of Thuro and Sunyl saying Ayn is a teacher.
He is glad he remembers that, because he would have seen it as patronizing.
An adult teaching an adult always feels that way, at least very close to that way.
He has to remember that the next time.
"Accepted." he says :"But that compliment you call the truth...me trying to contain my usual good quality. How would you know?"
"I have seen a lot since you're on the island."
"You were spying on us? How? I never saw you."
"By remote viewing."
Stunned he looks at her.
"Remote Viewing? You can do Remote Viewing?" he asks her........
Remote Viewing {part 1}
Sayid recuperates steadily.
His wounds heal faster then on earth, though it seems endlessly when you are the one whose body hurts all day and all night, all the time and those unwilling and not functioning arms and legs are yours.
He hates being unable to go to the bathroom and the toilet, he can't properly sit up or lay down and when it is dinertime the torture really begins.
Feeling that helpless, that unable and that vulnerable gets you so annoyed, and angry and so desperate.
Untill you find that the only childish stupid behaviour is your own.
Ayn shows him this, completely without words.
One morning she comes in with a tray with on it a big can of ice tea and two glasses.
She gently puts the tray on the sidetable and takes one of the glasses in her hand.
She hits it against the wooden frame of the side table, but just softly enough to break it in three evensized parts.
For his amazed eyes Sayid sees how she puts the pieces back together and sets it next to the other glass.
Then she picks up the can and begins pouring the icetea.
First in the whole glass and then in the broken one.
The tea, ofcourse, begins to run through the cracks of the broken glass.
Puzzling sayid keeps shifting his eyes from the broken glass, to the can that keeps filling the glass, whilst it keeps running and then to Ayns emotionless face.
It takes a few seconds, and a lot of ice tea, before he finds the courage to say something, because he can't explain why she would behave like this.
"Ayn." he says, reluctantly.
She looks at him : "Yes, Sayid?"
"Why do you keep pouring the tea? You broke that glass yourself. You do see that the glass does not contain the the tea as it should, don't you?".
She smiles and stops the pouring.
But then she tries to lift up that same broken glass and it breaks together in her hand.
Sayid is shocked :"Look out! You'll hurt yourself."
She smiles again and with one of her feet she pushes abucket, that she placed there earlier, to the side table and picks out a cloth she had putted there before.
Then she throws the broken pieces of glass in the bucket and wipes up the tea.
Sayid is startled : "Why did you do that?"
"Because it gets wet and messy if I don't." she answers.
"No. I mean...you broke the glass and still you poured the ice tea in it, why?" he asks.
"I needed to show you something." she explains :"This was only a glass. You have many bones in the same situation that that glass was in. You say I can't pour the tea into a broken glass. But can you walk, run, dance, draw, play guitar or make love to me with all of your broken bones?"
Sayid wants to make himself as tiny as possible.
She is absolutely right.
He wants to do things his body is not capable to at the moment and he gets angry and impatient because he wants to do everything himself out of shame and dispair.
Ayn takes another (whole) glass out of her pocket.
That shows her premeditation, she has planned it.
She pours the ice tea in the glass, but sets it down on the table before she says: "Can I now please help you up to share the rest of the ice tea?"
He allows her help. He can't sit up without her help and eventhough he can hold the glass in his hands, he can't bring it to his lipps.
Feeling his battered back against her soft body makes him shiver from joy.
"Forgive me. " he says: "I am so ashamed."
"Tell me why, please." she says, letting him have small sipps of the cool ice tea.
After a few sipps, he says : "I am not sure why. Maybe I am vain and proud. And stubborn. I am a soldier. I am supposed to be... tough and enduring."
"Have you ever been in a situation like this before?" she asks.
"I have been injured a few times, yes."
"But like this?"
"No, never".
"Would you expect a fellow soldier with the same injuries to do everything you want to do?"
"No."
"Then why do you expect it from yourself? Is it because I am a woman and men must always be strong in the company of a woman?"
"Maybe. I don't know. What I do know is that I am not familiair with this. I honestly do not know how to react, what I should do or should not do. I have never been ill or wounded and being looked after by a woman before. Not like this."
"The strong, silent, independant type, huh?" she says, knowing that it is a very old cliche.
"I suppose so. Yes. But also because I don't want to give a wrong impression of me."
"To me ?"
"Yes."
"Did you actually see the lines of the cracks in that broken glass?"
"Slightly, yes.".
"Would you have noticed it was broken if I had not broken it right under your nose?"
"Not immediatly."
"Would you agree with me if I said that glass was a wrong impression? It looked whole but it wasn't. ?"
"Yes."
"Don't you think that I knew that that glass was broken?"
"No. You knew it. But why do you ask this?"
"One more question. Don't you think that I know that nearly every bone in your body is broken?"
"I know you know that."
"So why am I supposed to believe that you are whole, that you can walk, dance, run, do everything you always did, knowingly that you can't? At least not for a few more weeks. You are giving me a wrong impression. Because I know very well how capable you are, when you're not hurt."
Again he wants to shrink and hide.
Once again she is right.
He shakes his head in disbelieve :"You are right. Again. " he admits :"But why didn't I see that?"
"Because I am on the outside looking in and that always is the easy way. You are inside the broken glass, fighting frantically to contain your usual good quality."
Amazed he looks at her.
"How do you do that?"
"What?"
"You were very close to be patronizing, true but in a way correcting me and that felt patronised and before I could realise that you patch it up with such a compliment."
She smiles : "First, I was not trying to patronise. Second, i do not believe in patronizing people. And third, that was no compliment but the truth."
Sayid suddenly hears the voices of Thuro and Sunyl saying Ayn is a teacher.
He is glad he remembers that, because he would have seen it as patronizing.
An adult teaching an adult always feels that way, at least very close to that way.
He has to remember that the next time.
"Accepted." he says :"But that compliment you call the truth...me trying to contain my usual good quality. How would you know?"
"I have seen a lot since you're on the island."
"You were spying on us? How? I never saw you."
"By remote viewing."
Stunned he looks at her.
"Remote Viewing? You can do Remote Viewing?" he asks her........
- Mood: creative
~~ONE LITTLE SPARK~~
The Foster Parents.
One week after Sayid's arrival on Aghartha he meets Thuro and Sunyl for the first time.
The Agharthians are very lobg, thin and white, with silver coloured eyes and platinum coloured very short hair.
Their faces show almost no emotions, their voices sound soft and monotone.
Their touch is very light and shallow.
Ayn introduces them to Sayid as her parents.
It is hard to tell the difference but Thuro is male and Sunyl is female.
They are from a very far advanced race, still looking human, still with the biological organs as humans, but with the increasing intelligence and wisdom, being hald human and half spiritual beings, they have lost their capacity to reproduce.
They don't age, because the are not exposed to the elements like the climate and other natural or chemical elements on earth.
Thuro examens Sayid's wounds and he is sattisfied :"You heal very well, for a humanbeing." he says :"If this did occur on the surface you would need several operations and it would take months to heal."
Touching the fractured ribs, he unwillingly hurts Sayid.
he knows that and he awaits some kind of reaction.
But Sayid stays quiet, he just cramps up a little, but he shows no other expression of pain other then in his dark brown eyes.
Thuro backs off :"You are very disciplined." he says :"Who taught you to deal with so much pain and stress?"
"I used to be... a soldier." Sayid replies, at the same time refusing Ayn to help him up to let him lean against her body.
"I am suprised... you allow me here...and even helping me."he says : "I would understand if...you didn't like me."
Thuro sits himself next to Sunyl, smiling gently he replies: "Everything you did, Sayid, was with a purpose and for a reason. You never liked hurting people, did you?"
"No. Never."
"You were never supposed to become a warrior. You were on our list." Sunyl says, with a soft and friendly voice.
Sayid looks at her :"What list, ma'am?"
"Sunyl is my name, it means bright light. We don't use mister, miss, sir or ma'ams. The Adepts list. : she says :"You were to be taken from your birthparents and brought up here to become, like Aynya, an Adept. We call human children we raise here Adepts because they adept so well to their lives here with us."
Thoughtfull Sayid asks :"You would abduct me?"
"As an infant, yes. We wouldn't need to do that when you were not switched at the nursery room shortly after you were born. Because your biological mother was one of ours. SHe was an Adept, like Aynya. She was supposed to give birth to you at Jaipur, Rajasthan on Upper Earth."
"What went wrong?"
"Her husband didn't agree. They were to lose their first born and after that all the children that would follow would be theirs. But the Hagarian prince she married abducted her to the north of Iraq and on their way the tragic accident occured."
"We were too late. You were already taken home. Because your birthmother did not die instantly we were not allarmed. " Thuro says, :"Sometimes we also make mistakes. We felt her pain, but we assumed she was in labour. That shows that we are not yet perfect. All of this.." he nods at Sayids wounds, :"Would not have happened if we had brought you here the moment you were born."
Sayid puts a frown on his fore head :"Does that mean... you were to be ...my new parents?"
"No. We speak in general terms because we are all connected to eachother, spiritually. We find it difficult to speak of I , me and mine. It's better to say we, us and our. Can I make a suggestion to you?
Sayid nods, sweat trickling gently of his face, the knuckles of his fists white from clamping them together.
"Lets make a deal. We will tell you about our daughter if you let her take you back in her arms again."
Suprised Sayid looks at him.
Thuro says :"It is exhausting you to lay on broken bones for long. As your physician I tell you to listen to your temple or vehicle. it's obvious you're in very much pain and there is absolutely no need for that."
Like a boy that is caught with his hand in the candy jar, Sayid sighs deeply :"There's no... escaping...mindreaders."
He hears the beautiful woman sitting next to him laugh very softly and he looks up to her : "I have... so much to...learn."
"Is that a yes or a no?" she wants to know.
"Yes. Please." he replies.
She helps him up and as usual when their skin touch the sparks flies.
"Oh, that is wonderful." Sunyl says happy with the chemistry she also sees.
Sayid has to take a moment to re catch his breath, every movement still hurts very intens.
He closes his eyes, bites on his lips and hangs powerless and exhausted in Ayn's warm and protecting arms.
She caresses his hair :"Focus on the 8." she whispers, :"Nobody will notice."
"They will." he answers.
"We are the ones that taught her that." Thuro says :"It is the most healthy painkiller and relaxer on and in the planet. We all do it. It's 100% natural. And it is not addictive."
"Ah... I do not agree... with that." Sayid replies.
Again he hears Ayn's laughter.
He looks up to her, drowning in her eyes and enjoying her beautiful smile.
He can't deny it anymore.
He is definitly in love with her.
That makes his blood boil very easily.
Just a few soft, tender strokes of her magic fingers over his body are enough to give him that bloody hot tsunami.
Then he whispers, hot and desiring :"When...can I use... my hands again?"
"Soon. I promise." she whispers back.
"They are "them" aren't they? " Sunyl asks her husband.
"Definitly." he replies and then :"Aynya is a straight descendant from bodhisattva Quan Yin. She has been her reincarnation a thousand times. We knew when and where she would be born again and we waited impatiently. Her parents are let to believe she was stillborn. We took her ten minutes after she was delivered and brought her here, 27 years ago.
There was not much we had to teach her, because she already knew everything. For the time being she is what you would call a cop. An agent. And she is also a teacher. The next time she will reincarnate will be the last time as humanbeing. She will then become one of us."
Stunned Sayid looks up to Ayn's face : "You will become... an Agharthian?"
She nods : "It's the will from the Great One. One day you will become an Agharthian too. This is in our DNA, our heritage. but we will become even more advanced Agharthians. We will look and breed as humanbeings and inherit the upper earth." she says. :"We will have children who know nothing of hatred and violence, Upper earth, like inner earth will be peacefull and pristine again. There will be no more wars, no more terrorisme, all the current world-leaders will be replaced and there will be peace and abundance again. As God intended to."
Sayid, as he listens to her, feels a deep calmth and peace entering his mind.
Like someone sedates him, partly.
Because as soon as his mind calms down, so does his heart and soul.
Though at first he was very sceptic about everything he has seen and heard since his arrival on Aghartha, he now knows it is true.
He feels it in his heart and mind.
Now he is accepting all of this, great peace and understanding comes over him like a glove.
He is not hallucinating.
He has not lost his marbles.
Telephatically Sunyl says to her husband : "He learns very fast. He must be the one the Great One has chosen to father the sacred child."
"He is the one." Thuro confirms :"He has gone through all of the bad experiences, war, pain, sorrow, grief, anger, fear, hatred and violence. The only three things he has to learn now are Tenderness, Trust and True Love. Then his mission is accomplished and he will be ready for the childgod.".
.......
The Foster Parents.
One week after Sayid's arrival on Aghartha he meets Thuro and Sunyl for the first time.
The Agharthians are very lobg, thin and white, with silver coloured eyes and platinum coloured very short hair.
Their faces show almost no emotions, their voices sound soft and monotone.
Their touch is very light and shallow.
Ayn introduces them to Sayid as her parents.
It is hard to tell the difference but Thuro is male and Sunyl is female.
They are from a very far advanced race, still looking human, still with the biological organs as humans, but with the increasing intelligence and wisdom, being hald human and half spiritual beings, they have lost their capacity to reproduce.
They don't age, because the are not exposed to the elements like the climate and other natural or chemical elements on earth.
Thuro examens Sayid's wounds and he is sattisfied :"You heal very well, for a humanbeing." he says :"If this did occur on the surface you would need several operations and it would take months to heal."
Touching the fractured ribs, he unwillingly hurts Sayid.
he knows that and he awaits some kind of reaction.
But Sayid stays quiet, he just cramps up a little, but he shows no other expression of pain other then in his dark brown eyes.
Thuro backs off :"You are very disciplined." he says :"Who taught you to deal with so much pain and stress?"
"I used to be... a soldier." Sayid replies, at the same time refusing Ayn to help him up to let him lean against her body.
"I am suprised... you allow me here...and even helping me."he says : "I would understand if...you didn't like me."
Thuro sits himself next to Sunyl, smiling gently he replies: "Everything you did, Sayid, was with a purpose and for a reason. You never liked hurting people, did you?"
"No. Never."
"You were never supposed to become a warrior. You were on our list." Sunyl says, with a soft and friendly voice.
Sayid looks at her :"What list, ma'am?"
"Sunyl is my name, it means bright light. We don't use mister, miss, sir or ma'ams. The Adepts list. : she says :"You were to be taken from your birthparents and brought up here to become, like Aynya, an Adept. We call human children we raise here Adepts because they adept so well to their lives here with us."
Thoughtfull Sayid asks :"You would abduct me?"
"As an infant, yes. We wouldn't need to do that when you were not switched at the nursery room shortly after you were born. Because your biological mother was one of ours. SHe was an Adept, like Aynya. She was supposed to give birth to you at Jaipur, Rajasthan on Upper Earth."
"What went wrong?"
"Her husband didn't agree. They were to lose their first born and after that all the children that would follow would be theirs. But the Hagarian prince she married abducted her to the north of Iraq and on their way the tragic accident occured."
"We were too late. You were already taken home. Because your birthmother did not die instantly we were not allarmed. " Thuro says, :"Sometimes we also make mistakes. We felt her pain, but we assumed she was in labour. That shows that we are not yet perfect. All of this.." he nods at Sayids wounds, :"Would not have happened if we had brought you here the moment you were born."
Sayid puts a frown on his fore head :"Does that mean... you were to be ...my new parents?"
"No. We speak in general terms because we are all connected to eachother, spiritually. We find it difficult to speak of I , me and mine. It's better to say we, us and our. Can I make a suggestion to you?
Sayid nods, sweat trickling gently of his face, the knuckles of his fists white from clamping them together.
"Lets make a deal. We will tell you about our daughter if you let her take you back in her arms again."
Suprised Sayid looks at him.
Thuro says :"It is exhausting you to lay on broken bones for long. As your physician I tell you to listen to your temple or vehicle. it's obvious you're in very much pain and there is absolutely no need for that."
Like a boy that is caught with his hand in the candy jar, Sayid sighs deeply :"There's no... escaping...mindreaders."
He hears the beautiful woman sitting next to him laugh very softly and he looks up to her : "I have... so much to...learn."
"Is that a yes or a no?" she wants to know.
"Yes. Please." he replies.
She helps him up and as usual when their skin touch the sparks flies.
"Oh, that is wonderful." Sunyl says happy with the chemistry she also sees.
Sayid has to take a moment to re catch his breath, every movement still hurts very intens.
He closes his eyes, bites on his lips and hangs powerless and exhausted in Ayn's warm and protecting arms.
She caresses his hair :"Focus on the 8." she whispers, :"Nobody will notice."
"They will." he answers.
"We are the ones that taught her that." Thuro says :"It is the most healthy painkiller and relaxer on and in the planet. We all do it. It's 100% natural. And it is not addictive."
"Ah... I do not agree... with that." Sayid replies.
Again he hears Ayn's laughter.
He looks up to her, drowning in her eyes and enjoying her beautiful smile.
He can't deny it anymore.
He is definitly in love with her.
That makes his blood boil very easily.
Just a few soft, tender strokes of her magic fingers over his body are enough to give him that bloody hot tsunami.
Then he whispers, hot and desiring :"When...can I use... my hands again?"
"Soon. I promise." she whispers back.
"They are "them" aren't they? " Sunyl asks her husband.
"Definitly." he replies and then :"Aynya is a straight descendant from bodhisattva Quan Yin. She has been her reincarnation a thousand times. We knew when and where she would be born again and we waited impatiently. Her parents are let to believe she was stillborn. We took her ten minutes after she was delivered and brought her here, 27 years ago.
There was not much we had to teach her, because she already knew everything. For the time being she is what you would call a cop. An agent. And she is also a teacher. The next time she will reincarnate will be the last time as humanbeing. She will then become one of us."
Stunned Sayid looks up to Ayn's face : "You will become... an Agharthian?"
She nods : "It's the will from the Great One. One day you will become an Agharthian too. This is in our DNA, our heritage. but we will become even more advanced Agharthians. We will look and breed as humanbeings and inherit the upper earth." she says. :"We will have children who know nothing of hatred and violence, Upper earth, like inner earth will be peacefull and pristine again. There will be no more wars, no more terrorisme, all the current world-leaders will be replaced and there will be peace and abundance again. As God intended to."
Sayid, as he listens to her, feels a deep calmth and peace entering his mind.
Like someone sedates him, partly.
Because as soon as his mind calms down, so does his heart and soul.
Though at first he was very sceptic about everything he has seen and heard since his arrival on Aghartha, he now knows it is true.
He feels it in his heart and mind.
Now he is accepting all of this, great peace and understanding comes over him like a glove.
He is not hallucinating.
He has not lost his marbles.
Telephatically Sunyl says to her husband : "He learns very fast. He must be the one the Great One has chosen to father the sacred child."
"He is the one." Thuro confirms :"He has gone through all of the bad experiences, war, pain, sorrow, grief, anger, fear, hatred and violence. The only three things he has to learn now are Tenderness, Trust and True Love. Then his mission is accomplished and he will be ready for the childgod.".
.......
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STEAM.
He looks in the smiling eyes of Ayn.
He is back in the reality.
"It's the intention that calls." Ayn smiles :"You can denounce it everytime and everywhere you want, Sayid. Because the Universal One hears, sees and feels everything."
He moans :"Mind reader...I forgot...that."
"I wil stop that the minute you are completely healed." she promisses.
He nods, understanding, but then shakes his head to shake off the sweat that is really everywhere.
"Yes? No? What?" she asks.
"Don't ...play with ...me." he says :"I am ...so hot."
"Your body is overheated because it is fighting off all intruders." she says :"Infections, fractures, trauma, everything. How about an ice shower?"
"A ...what?" he asks supprised.
"No, don't think it will rain ice cubes all over you. That would only hurt." she gets up from the bed : "Don't go away. I'll be right back."
She leaves the bedroom.
Go away?
How?
He can hardly move, laying flat on his back.
He can't even rais his arms.
If Henry would attack now he would be completely helpless.
It's like hanging in that frame again and seeiing those clubs being aimed at you and hitting you and you have nowhere to hide and no way to protect yourself.
He gets nauseous when he remembers it.
Also he wouldn't be able to protect Ayn.
It's crazy but suddenly he realizes that that worries him more then being a sitting duck himself.
He looks around, trying to find something he can use to defend her if something bad would occur.
"That was quick." Ayn says while she returns with a big bowl of crunched ice :"First denounce violence and a minute later looking for a weapon?"
"Dammit."
"You don't have to worry about Henry and co."
She puts the bowl on a side table and sits herself down next to him on the bed.
"He won't be able to leave the island without a key. Besides, it was me who scared him away in the cave, remember?"
Sayid looks suprised :"That was...you? How?"
"With a little magic. Some black smoke and a high voice, from way back in the cave. The walls did the rest. Hold on, I am gonna sit you up."
she says.
She lets her hands, palmsides up, slide underneath his shoulders, locks her fingers in his armpitts and moves him upward in one smooth movement.
Then, very quickly and behind his back, unbuttons her blouse, and lets his black and blue battered back lean against her body.
As soon as he feels her nakes skin he automatically bounces back forwards and apologizes to her.
"For what?" she asks :"I just don't want my blouse to get wet. it is okay. We are not breaking any rules. I don't even have that kind of rules. Come on. Back you go."
Slowely Sayid allows himself backwards.
But when his naked skin touches her's something unexpected happens.
A rain of very small coloured sparks appear from their bodies and their skins begin to tinkle like the tiny bubbles in a glass of champagne.
"What is...that?" Sayid asks completely stunned.
"Now don't tell me that you never ever heard about chemistry between two people before." she smiles.
That answer supprises him even more : "This is...that kind of... chemistry?"
"Yes. A visible one too." she answers, whilst she brings the bowl of the already melting ice close to her side.
Then she removes the sheets, leaving him in the nude.
"Hold your breath." she warns him, before he can even think about protesting.
She has a handfull of ice particles and starts to sprinkle them gently.
First only over his face.
Then over his front torso and even on his back and eventually all over his body.
His breath freezes instantly.
It is such a big relief.
She does it over and over again.
His breathing gets jerky as his body begins to shiver and a moment later starts too shake mildly.
He closes his eyes, feels the drops of cold water carressing his skin, trickling downwards, touching every part of his body.
Ayn is glad he keeps his eyes closed.
Eventhough she has been taking care of him for the last 72 hours, it is very different to watch him now.
To see the waterdrops flow along a skin that looks like "mocca latte" silk, getting steamy because of the heat the fewer produces.
look at the the way it makes narrow paths in the black curly body hair.
Notice the shivering increasing when the ice hits erotic parts of this beautiful man.
Enjoy how he gently bites his lower lip, how he presses the eyelids closer, how his face shows small but visible moments that hover between joy, lust and relief.
His long black hair gets soaked and because he leans against her naked front she gets wet too and her body also reacts in joy and lust.
She doesn't hide that, but she stays quiet and calm because of him and his background.
At the moment he lets go of his restrains and hides his hot and steamy face against her neck he feels her nipples harden.
He realizes that her body reacts on the way his body reacts.
A part of him is getting cautious.
But that is only a small part.
His major feeling wants it to go on and get more.
He looks up at her, ready to react when things get out of hands.
But he sees nothing forbidden or wrong, he is not doing anything God doesn't allow.
She runs one single fingertip along a trail that the water made on his body, so soft and tender that it feels like the wings of a butterfly.
It makes his breathing stop and little muscle spasm somewhere down there start.
Then she asks :"Are you going to give me your body or do I have to steal it from you?"
"No.." he whispers :"My body.. is all yours....You can do...with it...want you please. But...my mind...stays mine."
"Agreed."she asys, sattisfied :"Now tell me, on the scale of ten, how the pain is right now?"
"5." he answers :"How is that...possible?"
"Kundalini." she smiles :"It relaxes and softens the pain. Watch this."
She lets her long brown hair hang down, bows her head over his body and shows him how she can carresse him in threefold.
Using one hand, her lips and her hair, reaching every single part of his torso, without actually touching privat parts.
Her soft silky hair does that, whilst she lets her fingertips and her soft, damped lips carresse his body from all the way down upwards.
Slowely heading for his mouth.
There is no way at all for him not to get sexual aroused.
Every little part of him responds.
A tsunami of heat begins to boil in his veins.
He moans, not ready to give in and whispers :"Don't.."
"Sssht."she says :"That is what I am after. Now picture an 8 in your mind. Concentrate to see a big 8. And put that heat on it. Like on a children racing car track, or a railroad. Now try to move that heat forward with your mind.
Go on, try it.... Picture the crossing inside the 8 as the point of erection and orgasme. Push the heat across that point, pass it by. Let it circulate through your body...The 8 is your bloodflow. Let the heat run along this track, crossing it and further. As long as you can."
Sayid does everything she says.
He has a few very narrow escapes.
But he manages to avoid erection and after a while it becomes easier.
His mind relaxes, because it forgets all of the painfull memories and stress, as long as it is occupied with keeping the heat on the tracks.
Then his body also becomes relaxed and 80% of the pain disappears.
He opens up his eyes, amazed, but relaxed.
Ayn smiles :"That, my friend, is Tantra." she says :"From now on you can use that always when you're in pain or stress. All you need is a little heat and that 8"
"Amazing." he whispers.
"That is why I wanted your body." she explains :"But there is a tiny little problem."
Her eyes run over his black and blue beaten but otherwise very sexy body.
"What?" he asks.
Her eyes sparkle and her lips open up in an eyeblinding radiant smile as she says : "I am not sure if I ever want to give it back to you."
With those words and that smile, and touched by her magic, Sayid doesn't want his body back.
Not as long as it is in her hands.
He forgets everything as he lays there in her arms, feeling her body against his and her very light almost casual touch on exactly the right places to keep the tsunami boiling.
Completely speechless he looks at her face.
He inspects her purple eyes, recognizing the same colour of the veils she wore in the temple he dreamd of.
Could it be he is falling, head over heels, in love with this beautiful but mysterious woman?
One moment long he remembers Shannon and Nadia.
But this feels so very different. so deep and so intens.
Nadia was his first love.
They were childhood lovers.
When he met her again at Baghdad during the Iraqi Iranian war. where she was held captive and he was supposed to torture her for information, he could have sworn that she was the love of his life.
He did everything to find her again, even to torture his commanding officer.
Even selling out his best friend, although he never intended him to die.
And after the crash, sweet blond Shannon.
She had a divine body, though he could never figure out exactly what she wanted or what she felt for him.
He remembers her crying out :"You are going to leave me when we are out of here."
It rained, hard.
She was wet.
He was wet.
And he answered :"I am never going to leave you."
And then moments later he held her dead body in his arms.
Now he lays in the arms of Ayn.
He wonders if it is correct, ethically, to enjoy this.
To feel this strong desire to be with her, burning like lava instead of blood through his veins.
Who is she?.....
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~~ONE LITTLE SPARK~~
The Universal One, part 2.
The woman in purple and violet veils bows to him :"Namasté, Thoughtfull One." she says with a smile :"How are you?"
"Namasté." Sayid replies :"If you mean my body, or vehicle, I am not sure."
"Ah, I see you have already tend to your classes. Your body is safe in my hands. You have a high fewer, but that is quiet understandable in your condition. Nobody walks away unharmed after being beaten almost to death. Give it time."
"Does that mean that I will survive?"
"Yes. But to be absolutely certain I want you to give your body to me."
"Excuse me?" Sayid asks, stunned.
"Temporarily ofcourse. Let me take care of your body, so you won't have to worry. Because your mind did not come through all of this unharmed. As to be aspected you are in post traumatic stress. When you can't trust me in real life, because I am no muslima and I think and feel different from you. You are very welcome to retreat yourself here. but your body can't do that. It needs all the help it can get."
Sayid nods :"I understand that. It is not that I don't trust you, Ayn. I can't seperate my body and mind like you. I don't know how."
"No, I don't mean to seperate anything, Sayid. That would only worsen things. I got the impression that you are afraid of me because I am female and non muslim. These are emotional and mental things, it is like you are not allowed to experience softness, tenderness, care, warmth, touch, comfort. If you let me take care of your body only, as a vehicle, not as a man, this might be easier for you mentally."
"I understand what you mean. But I don't think it is a muslim thing. it's more a part of my upbringing, my education and my former excistence as a soldier. The things you just mentioned..."
He pauzes, searching for the right words, then he shakes his head : "I don't have much experience with all of these things. I am sorry, but I feel that it is better to be honest and straight with you. I am trying to be as openminded as I think I can be. And the thing about not trusting you.. well. I think that is down right shame. I am not vain or proud, just... not so wise as you are and that lady is."
"Quan Yin? She is a Bodhisattva, she is on the same level as Buddha, Christ and Mohammed. No living humanbeing is that wise. Although the Aghartians, the Naga, come very close to it. You probably do know who Mary was? The mother of Christ?
"Yes."
"Well, Quan Yin can easily be compared to her. When you know everything you need to know because of your heritage, you will understand that there is but the One God and that He has many forms. But for now it is eassier to understand that God is not an authorical figure, but the entire universe. Even the air that we breath, the tears and the blood that we shed, the beating of our hearts, the sand, water, rocks, animals, plants, people, you and me. He is the Universe. That is why I call Him the Universal One. And to you He is Allah. And that is perfectly allright. Because Allah is your creator and because you are His creation, He is inside of you. At least here."
She reaches out her hand and puts it on his chest, on his heart :"You are a piece of Allah. As much as Allah is in your heart. As much as Buddha is my teacher and a piece of me and He is in my heart."
Sayid sees that with his inner eyes.
A very narrow opening in his third eye gives him a glimps of how Allah is in everything.
The Qo'raan forbids following any other God or Idol than Allah, but the thought that Allah is the Universal One and The Creator of everything and Mohammed is the Creator of the holy Qo'raan, allows him to understand that Jesus, Buddha, Khrisna and ither great teachers and prophets have all tried to do the same, creating their holy books.
There are big holes in the earthly time.
Even a dedicated and loyal Muslim can't deny the science that the earth didn't begin just when Mohammed created the Qo'raan.
Counting back Sayid sees a patern in the time.
Every 500 years there is a Khrisna, Buddha, Christ and Mohammed, and others whose names he can't find at that moment.
What if it is true?
What if Khrisna, Buddha and Christ were, like ohammed, sent by God to help the humans who needed guidelines like the Qo'raan, the Bible, the Thora or the Veda?
And if they were all sent by the Universal One, why shouldn't they be seen as brothers?
At least they were all humanbeings, like him and Ayn.
And they all wanted the same, Peace.
How could it be that humans keep forgetting that?
How could it be that every 5 centuries there is a messiah or teacher sent and after a short period all hell breaks loos again?
All over the planet war rages.
Even in his own country.
Why does that keep happening?
Is there truly one religion or path that doesn't allow violence?
He looks at the statues again.
Buddha is against all violence.
His own body has met all forms of violence.
He himself has committed violence, both as a soldier and as a private person.
His thoughts run quickly to Saywer and Henry.
After torturing Saywer he swore never to do that again.
Then he got tortured himself by Rousseau.
After that he hurted Henry and Henry has payed him back big time.
He strongly feels the urge to denounce all forms of violence.
He would gladly do that.
And after that it would be lots easier to allow the softness and tenderness of Ayn.
He so longs for that, that it makes his eyes get wet.
Suddenly he feels something warm and soft run over his fore head and he looks up.......
The Universal One, part 2.
The woman in purple and violet veils bows to him :"Namasté, Thoughtfull One." she says with a smile :"How are you?"
"Namasté." Sayid replies :"If you mean my body, or vehicle, I am not sure."
"Ah, I see you have already tend to your classes. Your body is safe in my hands. You have a high fewer, but that is quiet understandable in your condition. Nobody walks away unharmed after being beaten almost to death. Give it time."
"Does that mean that I will survive?"
"Yes. But to be absolutely certain I want you to give your body to me."
"Excuse me?" Sayid asks, stunned.
"Temporarily ofcourse. Let me take care of your body, so you won't have to worry. Because your mind did not come through all of this unharmed. As to be aspected you are in post traumatic stress. When you can't trust me in real life, because I am no muslima and I think and feel different from you. You are very welcome to retreat yourself here. but your body can't do that. It needs all the help it can get."
Sayid nods :"I understand that. It is not that I don't trust you, Ayn. I can't seperate my body and mind like you. I don't know how."
"No, I don't mean to seperate anything, Sayid. That would only worsen things. I got the impression that you are afraid of me because I am female and non muslim. These are emotional and mental things, it is like you are not allowed to experience softness, tenderness, care, warmth, touch, comfort. If you let me take care of your body only, as a vehicle, not as a man, this might be easier for you mentally."
"I understand what you mean. But I don't think it is a muslim thing. it's more a part of my upbringing, my education and my former excistence as a soldier. The things you just mentioned..."
He pauzes, searching for the right words, then he shakes his head : "I don't have much experience with all of these things. I am sorry, but I feel that it is better to be honest and straight with you. I am trying to be as openminded as I think I can be. And the thing about not trusting you.. well. I think that is down right shame. I am not vain or proud, just... not so wise as you are and that lady is."
"Quan Yin? She is a Bodhisattva, she is on the same level as Buddha, Christ and Mohammed. No living humanbeing is that wise. Although the Aghartians, the Naga, come very close to it. You probably do know who Mary was? The mother of Christ?
"Yes."
"Well, Quan Yin can easily be compared to her. When you know everything you need to know because of your heritage, you will understand that there is but the One God and that He has many forms. But for now it is eassier to understand that God is not an authorical figure, but the entire universe. Even the air that we breath, the tears and the blood that we shed, the beating of our hearts, the sand, water, rocks, animals, plants, people, you and me. He is the Universe. That is why I call Him the Universal One. And to you He is Allah. And that is perfectly allright. Because Allah is your creator and because you are His creation, He is inside of you. At least here."
She reaches out her hand and puts it on his chest, on his heart :"You are a piece of Allah. As much as Allah is in your heart. As much as Buddha is my teacher and a piece of me and He is in my heart."
Sayid sees that with his inner eyes.
A very narrow opening in his third eye gives him a glimps of how Allah is in everything.
The Qo'raan forbids following any other God or Idol than Allah, but the thought that Allah is the Universal One and The Creator of everything and Mohammed is the Creator of the holy Qo'raan, allows him to understand that Jesus, Buddha, Khrisna and ither great teachers and prophets have all tried to do the same, creating their holy books.
There are big holes in the earthly time.
Even a dedicated and loyal Muslim can't deny the science that the earth didn't begin just when Mohammed created the Qo'raan.
Counting back Sayid sees a patern in the time.
Every 500 years there is a Khrisna, Buddha, Christ and Mohammed, and others whose names he can't find at that moment.
What if it is true?
What if Khrisna, Buddha and Christ were, like ohammed, sent by God to help the humans who needed guidelines like the Qo'raan, the Bible, the Thora or the Veda?
And if they were all sent by the Universal One, why shouldn't they be seen as brothers?
At least they were all humanbeings, like him and Ayn.
And they all wanted the same, Peace.
How could it be that humans keep forgetting that?
How could it be that every 5 centuries there is a messiah or teacher sent and after a short period all hell breaks loos again?
All over the planet war rages.
Even in his own country.
Why does that keep happening?
Is there truly one religion or path that doesn't allow violence?
He looks at the statues again.
Buddha is against all violence.
His own body has met all forms of violence.
He himself has committed violence, both as a soldier and as a private person.
His thoughts run quickly to Saywer and Henry.
After torturing Saywer he swore never to do that again.
Then he got tortured himself by Rousseau.
After that he hurted Henry and Henry has payed him back big time.
He strongly feels the urge to denounce all forms of violence.
He would gladly do that.
And after that it would be lots easier to allow the softness and tenderness of Ayn.
He so longs for that, that it makes his eyes get wet.
Suddenly he feels something warm and soft run over his fore head and he looks up.......
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The Universal One, part 1.
Sayid is a very strong and intelligent man.
Raised as the son of a general in the Republican Guard, he is trained as a miltary, a practical thinking warrior, a good muslim and a well educated man.
The crash, losing Shannon, forced to hurt others, beaten very heavily and the confusing new information that Ayn has given him, proves to be a little bit too much for his weakened condition.
He breaks down and becomes very ill.
High fewers bring this man close to death.
In his un consciousness he enters an unknown dimension.
It is a beautiful garden with in it a little golden temple.
The door is wide open.
When he wants to enter it, he gets ambushed by demons.
He fights them and wins that battle.
The demons dissapear in thin air.
From within the golden temple the most precious and holy fragances descend.
A woman sings, accompanied by the music of the finest crystal bells.
Sayid enters the golden building with bare feet.
He sees hundreds of golden Buddha statues, wich all look so friendly, so mild, so wise and inviting.
All statues have a guirlande of flowers on their necks and each one also has a candle and some incense burning in front .
Being a muslim, where it is forbidden to portray God and Mohammed (the writer sees all Gods as One), it puzzles Sayid why he is feeling such deep emotions seeing all of this.
So many shining statues, all of them with flowers, candles and incense.
So much devotion, so much love and care, it touches his heart.
Should he feel repulsion?
Does entering this beautiful temple make him an apostate?
Does it mean he revokes the wrath of Allah?
He experiences so much love, softness and beauty.
Slowely he passes one and each of the golden statues and realizes that it is not the gold that enriches his heart, but the peacefull and loving emination and radiation of the Buddha as a figure, as a man, as a divine person.
Suddenly another radiating figure stands beside him.
It is a woman. She is not real, she is of pure light, purple, violet and pink light.
She also has purple eyes, just like Ayn.
Her hair is like pure gold and her face looks Asian.
She bows to him, handpalms together :"Namasté, son of Arabian Light." she speaks, softly and friendly : "I am Quan Yin. Don't you worry about Allah being angry at you, because you're here. Because he is not. God is love, compassion and good, not angry, dictating or punishing. You will be taught that God has many names, many shapes and many ways to be worshipped, but that in fact there is only One God, the God of love, compassion ans good. Allah is just One of His names."
The warmth she speaks with reassures Sayid that she is good and that he can trust her.
So he asks : "Who will teach me?".
The deity turns herself 180 degrees and to the middle of the temple.
There a small and fragile female figure sits on the floor, dressed in violet and purple veils.
:"She will." Quan Yin says :"Her name is Aynya bint Elohim, daughter of the Old Gods. You already know her as Ayn.".
In amazement Sayid looks at the fragile girl in the centre of the space :"Ayn?" he whispers :"Is she a priestess?".
"No. She is an Adept, she has been born a million times and she remembers everything, from the day Atlantis and Lemuria disappeared on, till now. She is an Agent and a Teacher."Quan Yin explains ; "An Agent because she took the holy oath to protect the hurt and weak. And a teacher because of her infinite wisdom. And right now you are her pupil. But there is one lesson here, that you get from me. Forget everything. Forget who you are, what made you and even forget the religion. Every religion, every culture, every worldleader. Look at what Ayn will teach you with an open mind."
This worries Sayid : "Do you want me to forsake Allah?"
"No. I don't. But in order to understand why you are here and in wich poor condition you are you need a blank mind.
Because otherwise you keep comparing. And this is not about Allah, nor is about Mohammed, nor about the Qor'aan. Do you know where you are right now?"
Sayid lets his eyes wander along all those beautifull Buddha statues : "How do you call a place to worship Buddha?"
"No, we don't worship Buddha. Because Buddha is not God. Nor is he an god. Nor is he any kind of deity. Buddhism is not about religion. Buddhism is a livestyle. Buddha is a teacher."
"Like Mohammed?"
"In a way. But he is also like a brother to him. And to Jesus and to Krishna and all the other teachers and prophets. He is also a brother to me."
Sayid looks at her, puzzling :"I am so sorry..."
He doesn't know who she is.
"That's allright. There is no real need to know who I am. In fact I am not. I am not human like you and Aynya. I appear to you only because you are hurt and ill.
Also I am Aynya and Aynya is me. Like you are Buddha and Buddha is you. Somehwere deep inside you. That makes me your sister and you my brother."
It sounds complicated, but Sayid knows instantly what she means and smiles, soft, warm and wise.
"I wish everyone on earth would think so." he says.
"They will." Quan Yin smiles patiently : "Someday."
Sayid takes a deep long breath and then asks her :"So if this is no place of worship, waht is this place?"
"You are inside a holy dimesion in your own soul." she says :"We are in your temple. Your vehicle needs rest and healing. Your body is your vehicle. You see, the soul has no form of it's own.
So it needs a vehicle to travel. I do not mean from Sidney to Los Angeles, but from person to person. It interacts with other souls. Sometimes these souls are casual, sometimes they are friendly, like lovers or family.
Sometimes they lose heart and become hard, bitter and cruel. Sometimes you find a soul who is exactly like yours. You think a like, you feel a like, you love a like. Then that soul is a part of you. Like a twin, brother or sister."
Quan Yin looks at Ayn, who has risen from the floor and is walking towards them.
"Ayn is my soulsister?" Sayid asks, suprised.
"Yes. In fact, we are all family. Everyone of us, living or divine. Remember this, Sayid. I am the sister of Mohammed, Jesus, Krishna, Buddha, but also from you and from Ayn. I have to go now. Peace be with and upon you, brother."
Before Sayid can reply to that greeting she is already gone.....
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~~ONE LITTLE SPARK~~ the Naga, part 2.
Without hesitation or asking for his permission, Ayn shifts her hands underneath the shoulders of Sayid, locks her fingers in his armpitts and pulls him upwards in one subtile smooth movement.
Carefully she lays his severly battered back against her body and before he can say anything, she says :"A womans body is always softer then a mattress, even if it is the best in the world."
Sayid doesn't protest at all.
Not only is he not able to move but he also can't risk losing her help and knowledge.
He shivers, while he works very hard to regain the controll over his breathing.
Slowely he becomes aware of the softness and the smooth round curves of the body he leans against.
He even trusts himself to lay his head upon her shoulder, but for now keeps his eyes closed.
Ayn smiles, gently bathing the sweat of his very hansome face.
: "The Naga...", he says, asking her to continue :"Am I...related... to them?"
:"In a way, yes. But in another way we all are," she says :"You recognised the symbol?"
He nods :"Serpent like...people."
"Yes. In India there is a legend about them. If you look hard enough you will find that it is everywhere on earth. But to keep it simple, I will stay in India. They call the serpent like people the Naga. They say they steal children, little babies and infants out of their cots. It is true what they say. Because I was stolen too. That is why I am human. They also say the Naga eat the children. That is not true. The children always are chosen with a very specific reason. The reason why they say the Naga eat the babies is because there are never any remains found. The true reason is that these children are abducted and put in care of very special foster parents."
Sayid looks up to her face :"Why ...are they...so special?"
"Because they are enlightened people and sometimes very advanced humanoid creatures." she explains, :"The Naga are very ancient. We call them The Agharthians. The indian people call them Aryavarthans. i am sure they have lots of other names on earth. They can't reproduce, they are barren. Some of them came from Lemuria or Atlantis. They are very tall, thin and white humannoids. They need children for their work, keeping Aghartha or if you like Aryavartha safe. And to stay safe the need to save the earth."
"Wait." Sayid interrups her :"Does that mean...we are not...on earth here?"
"That is correct." Ayn replies :"You are inside the earth. You are in the Hollow Earth. You are on Aghartha."
With big eyes full of disbelieve Sayid stares at her face.
He has to restrain himself from saying :"You are kidding."or "This can't be true."
The beautiful woman knows that he thinks that.
Verry patiently she smiles :"Yeah. I know it sounds crazy. But since you are getting nowhere in this condition you will have ample time to find out that it is true."
"But...How did we...get here?"
"There are many ways to get here. Look." She holds up her hands like she has a big balloon in it and before Sayid has the time to react, in between of her hands a holographic globe materializes.
He can hardly believe his eyes.
"What...kind of trick...is this?" he asks.
"Just energy." she says as if this is the most common thing on earth..err..Aghartha.
She smiles :"Like an aura? Or a rainbow? Light. Just light. I will teach you how to work with that when you are stronger. For now just look. This is Upper Earth. Iraq, Australia, United States of America, India, South America, Africa, Russia, North Pole, South Pole." she moves the hologlobe around with psychic powers, showing him all the places where there are known entrances to the Hollow Earth.
And then she points at a certain spot in the ocean , a very well known spot, the Bermuda Triangle.
"This is where Oceanic Air flight 815 crashed. Straight through an opening, through 800 miles surface and into the westcoast of the bay of Shamballah." She turns the globe inside out and shows him the globe of Aghartha.
Then she points at the little island in the bay of Shamballah, :"This is the island where you and your friends ended up. It is the prison island where the man you call Henry Galen was banned to. And you and your friends had the misfortune of landing there, straight into his hands."
It's too hard to believe for Sayid.
He can't accept it.
He must be delirious. Or maybe she gave him somekind of drugs.
He shakes his head :"I am sorry...My head...It won't go...I don't understand... Forgive me."
He is upset, confused and in so much pain.
He has to shut his eyes tight to prevent the desperate tears from showing.
He must have gone mad or something.
That's it.
He is illusioned it's all in his mind, he is hallucinating.
It has to be...
It just has to...
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~~One Little Spark~~ The Naga, part 2.
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~~ONE LITTLE SPARK~~
The Naga 1
Ayn feels how he keeps every single muscle tightened up.
She reads his mind and thus knows that as a muslim he can't or is not allowed just to relax in this exposed way.
So she reaches out her hand and pulls the sheet over his lower body. Then she says: "I know of no part in the holy Qur'an where it is said that when an upright muslim man gets seriously injured, he is not allowed to accept the help of an upright woman who wishes only to nurse him back to health again. Is there such written in the holy book?"
Sayid shakes his head :"No."
"Is it because I am holding you? "she asks.
He does not answer.
So she asks : "Would it help you if I laid you down, back on your back again?"
"Maybe.." he whispers, shamefully.
She looks thoughtfully at him :"I will comply with your request, Sayid. If you really want to. But be adviced that it will hurt like...hell."
Oh God, he thinks, what am I gonna do?
He gets no reply.
It's not because God, or Allah, does not hear him or forsakes him.
There is an answer, but the warrior in Sayid does not hear that. Because he is looking, listening and expecting in all the wrong ways.
He makes a wrong decision and asks to be laid on his back.
Knowing better, she does as he wants her to.
It takes only a few seconds before he knows he has made a mistake, but he is not going to show it rightaway.
Sitting by his side, Ayn tells him that she saw everything that happened in the cave.
Schocked he looks at her : "E ...everything?"
She nods :"Yes."
He closes his eyes and wants to dig a deep hole in the ground to crawl into, because he is so much ashamed.
He remembers hanging in that wooden frame, completely in the nude, so exposed, so defendless and so vulnerable, as he never ever felt before.
He feels like he is never gonna be able to look her in the eyes again.
This nightmare has to stop, rightnow.
He focusses sharply, concentrates every little part of himself. He has to wake up!
But then he hears her say, in a soft and gentle way:"If this was just a dream, you were better off in my arms, wern't you? What you experience now is not just the weakness of a proud and vain man, but that of years of conditioning by military and corrupt government. They have trained you well, Sayid Jarrah. But the forgot one little thing. The trained the wrong man."
Amazed Sayid looks up to her.
He is transpiring and shaking, biting on his lips and pushing his fingernails in his handpalms, but he is not giving up yet.
Ayn nods ; "You see, in the little town up north in Iraq, two little boys were born at the same day. " she tells him.
: "They had the same forename, Sayid. With that difference that one of them had an extra Y in the name. Sayid Jarrah and Sayyid bin Nur Al Hagara. The first little boy is the son of a military man, a general. The other little boy lost both his parents. They were prince Abdul bin Achmeed of Hagara, a small kingdom in the north of Saudi Arabïa and princess Nuraïsha bint Sanjeev of Amritsar, a Sikkh princess. Prince Abdul and his wife Nur were in an awefull crash. The prince died rightaway, but his wife was still alive and gave birth to a boy at the same hospital, where the Jarrah's had their boy. The princess didn't make it. So the little boys were placed together in the same room. Both had a little blue bracelet with their first name on it. The father of general Jarrah took his grandchild out of the cribbe to his mother to feed. But he took the wrong baby. In the meantime the other boy was brought to his grandparents in Al Hagara. But he died of cot death when he was 7 weeks old. You are the true inheritant prince. You are identified by me, at the hand of this little sign on your left armpit."
She shows Sayid some black and white photographs of the prince and the princess and the blow ups of the photographs that show tiny little but clear to see figures of a S or a snake.
She shows the same S on the right upper arm of the prince and on the inside of the left wrist of the princess.
Sayid gasps for air.
Not only from pain and exhaustion.
But more because he does have the same little sign in his left armpit, on the side of his chest.......
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~~One Little Spark~~
On Aghartha part 2
A few hours later Sayid awakens.
When he opens his eyes and looks around he thinks he is still dreaming.
Slowely he gets aware of the pain.
It's everywhere and it is so intens.
What happened?
He struggles to remember, but there is only one thing he sees, over and over again.
The devlish grin of Henry Galen when he drove the knife into his side.
Sayid lifts up his head to see the wound.
In schock and awe he sees that his complete torso is black and blue and swolen too.
He sees the plaster around his pelvis and the bandage on his side. His eyes stare in wonder :"What the..."
"Sssh" , a woman's voice whisperes, very close:"Try not to move. You have been injured badly."
A wet cool cloth is laid up on his forehead.
He drops his head backwards to see who that woman is and meets her purple eyes.
"Ayne.." he says, recognising her: "What happened?"
Ayn gently bathes his face with the wet clothe : "You fell in the hands of a very dangerous criminal." she says.
"Criminal?" Sayid asks :"Henry?".
"Ah. He calls himself Henry now, does he?" she asks.
Her reply puts a question-mark in Sayid's eyes :"Henry Galen .. is a...criminal?"
She nods :"A killer and a rapist." she says.
His dark brown eyes open widely :"He is?"
"His real name is Nolan, Richard or Dick Nolan." she tells him :"He is sentenced to lifelong banning."
"On...our island?" Sayid asks, holding his breath : "My friends... Oh my God...I have to save my friends."
He tries to get up, desperately.
But his legs won't move and his arms don't obey.
Instead of it a world of pain comes tumbling down on him.
He gasps for air, then tries it again.
He succeeds in lifting him self up about one foot high, but then his shoulders collaps, because they can't bare his weight and he falls back on the resting bed.
That results in even more pain.
But he says nothing, digs his finger nails deep into the flesh of the palms of his hands and closes his eyes to prevent the tears from starting to rain over his cheeks.
He waits ten seconds and then tries again to get up.
This time Ayn helps him.
But he doesn't get far.
Before he collapses a third time, Ayn places herself between the resting bed and his badly bruised back.
Sayid trembles, sweat is pouring from his body.
"What's...wrong... with me..?" he whispers in despair.
"Have you ever seen a man walk with a broken pelvis, 14 broken ribs, two broken collarbones, a broken shoulderblade and two dislocated shoulders?" she asks him.
He moans : "Did they...beat me up...that bad?"
"Yup." she replies : "You have been given bone enhancer, healing dust and antibiotics but it needs four to six weeks to heal completely."
"That's ..impossible. My friends... they are.. in the hands...of that...monster."
"I know. But airlifting out them is impossible. We are doing the best we can. Your friend Michael and his son are safe now. We helped them escape."
Those big brown eyes ask for more information :"Escape?" he echoes her last word, : "But...Michael is a...murderer."
"That is how you look at him." she says :"I will explain everything to you Sayid. But you have to understand that you are not going anywhere in this condition, except maybe in an early grave. And how would that help your friends? Please, try to relax for now. They need you to stay alive. They need you."
Very sad Sayid casts down his eyes.
She is one hundred percent right.
He can't walk, can't move his arms and he is in a hell of pain. He needs help first, before he can help others.
But how can he relax in these circumstances, beaten to pulp, naked and exposed to the bone and in the arms of a beautiful yet unknown woman?.....
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~~One Little Spark~~
On Agharta (a)
There is a world inside the world, a planet inside the one that people live on and poison it's air, water and soil.
The old Hollow Earth theory consolidates!
The bright white light Sayid saw before he got unconscious, was that of a small spaceship.
On board there are two very tall slender men, dressed in white suites, their hair is blond, almost white and theur skin also is very pale.
One of them is the pilot, the other is a physician.
There is no "beam me up Scotty", at least not yet.
The two men bring an ultralight stretcher.
The physician, called Thuro, scans the motionless badly hurt body of Sayid before he gives the okay for the patient to be moved up on the stretcher.
Quietly they carry the very unlucky man to the spaceship, that indeed looks like a disc.
Ayn follows closely.
The green yellow stone also function as the key to open up the vehicle.
They bring Sayid inside and secure the strechter. The pilot lifts up the small ship, whilst Thuro and Ayn start working on Sayid wounds.
Noone speaks,
They communicate telepathical.
Thuro "says" :"He has great luck that his spine is not dammaged. Two vertibra in the pelvis are concussed, but not broken. There are two tears in the pelvis, but not completely through. But all of his ribs, collarbones, chestbone and left shoulder blade are broken, both his shoulders are dislocated. One long is punctured and the knifewound has missed his spleen by two centimeters. All in all, this young man is very lucky. $ weeks bedarrest and a cocktail of healing dust, bone enhancer and antibiotics would do the trick. He will need 24-7 nursing though, he can't walk and he will not be able to do much with his arms, he will be as helpless and vulnerable as a newborn."
"I have promissed him I would help." replies Ayn :"I want 6 weeks in seclusion with him. He is halfway to enlightement. Give it 18 months and he will be a real Adept, Thuro. Can you talk to The One on my behalve about this?"
"I will, yes. But he is a warrior, that will never change."
"I know. I'll train him as an AAA (Aghartian Adept Agent)".
"Agreed. He is all yours."
Thuro gives Sayid a couple of injections first, then he cleans all wounds.
He puts a very thin layer of skincoloured plaster on Sayid's pelvis.
Then he manualy repositions the broken ribs and the dislocated shoulders.
Finally he does one last scanning with his hands and tells Ayn :"The Great One doesn't want me to heal him completely. He wants Sayyid bin Nur to heal the natural way, because he needs time to adjust on Aghartha. He also wants him to find trust in you. You are his mentor and guide."
"So, I was right, he is a son of Nur?"Ayn asks him.
"No. He is the only son of princess Nur.",Thuro answers:"You have done well to find this man, but we fear that he has no recollection of who really bore him. Ofcourse it is all saved upthere." Thuro points at the temple of Sayid's head :"You will be very busy nursing him and saving his friends. But you know that they can never enter Agharta. You will have to find a way to save them and return them to Upper Earth. And after that you will get very busy with the Sacred Child."
:"How long do we have?" she asks with a low voice.
"Only 15 years from the conception-date."
Ayn lloks worried :"Will Upper Earth hold on that long?"
"That depends on the humanbeings there."
The little spaceship has landed on a tiny open space in a beautifull pristine forrest.
There is a small house of red and pink bricks and green and yellow oker (tan) rooftiles.
From above you don't see the house, fron the ground it blends in into huge green tree's and reddish rocks at the foot of the Great Red Mountains.
The two Advanced Aghartians carry the stretcher with Sayid into the the little stone house. The interior looks Indian, Muslim, Hindu and Buddhistic all at once, very decorative.
There are three bedrooms a small state of the art kitchenette, a large bathroom and one very big livingspace.
"Where do you want him?" Thuro asks Ayn.
"Since he has four weeks bedarrest and I don't want to bore him to death, the livingspace would do nicely. thank you." Ayn replies.
"Do you have everything? Ayurvedic medicins, food, water, what you need? You'll spend the next weeks in seclusion here." Thuro asks, fatherly and then, looking at Sayid,: "He can't lay on his back nor on his chest with all those injuries."
"We will do fine, thank you." Ayn bows to the Agharthians :"May the Great One bless you eternally."
"Oh, he will." Thuro smiles :"You too, Lady Aynya. If there is anything you need, you know where to find us."
The Agharthians bow back, then they leave....
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~~One Little Spark~~Pay back time.
We find Sayid back hanging in a wooden frame, in a cave. His hands and feet are tied each in one of the four corners of the frame, arms and legs spread out wide. He is tied up so tight that he can't move a muscle.
In front of him four men are squating, around a fire, speaking softly to eachother.
Sayid recognises ont of them as Henry Galen.
He tries to free himself from the ropes but finds that it has knots that tightens itself with every movement.
Henry looks up at the prisoner and stands up, with a devlish smile on his face. He walks towards Sayid with a gloomy glow in his eyes.
"Seems to me like the tables are turnen now." he says, gloating: "I was looking for you. I needed another part for my collection, because it plays better when all the pieces are on the board. But you own me something."
He takes out a razorsharp hunting knife from his belt and puts the point of it at Sayid's throat.
In a reflex the Iraqi man swallows, his ebony coloured eyes looking at the knife and then up to Henry again.
"So, you want to play with me?" he asks.
"In a while." Henry confirms :"There are one or two things to put straight first."
He pushes the tip of his blade a little bit deeper, just enough to open the skin. Then he lets the knife run down through the soft brown skin and into the top Sayid wears, to cut it open all the way down.
He rips off the cotton from Sayid's body and throws it into the fire.
"You look much smaller then I actually thought." he says.
"Are you gonna strip this guy or can we have some fun with him?" one of the other three men asks.
"In a while." Henry answers, putting his knife behind the waistline of the pants of his prisoner.
Two quick slashes and one good pull is all he needs to remove the trousers and after that the boxershort.
Sayid stays quiet, looks calmy at Henry.
This man steps back to have a good look at the naked man in the frame.
He shakes his head:"Aww....Pathetic!" he cries out:"You are so tiny."
The other three men join him, sizing the ex-soldier up from top to toe.
One of them says:"You know, I always asked myself if someone with a coloured skin, like this fellow, really is coloured all the way." nodding at a certain part of Sayid.
Sayid looks at the ceiling for a second and then drills his eyes into those of the man who just said that silly thing.
But before he can reply, Henry just throws the knife into his side, as deep as the blade is.
Sayid's eyes look very suprised at him. But the only sound he makes is that of the oxygen leaving his lungs.
Henry pulls back the knife out of Sayid, laughing and with big shiny eyes.
He turns around and says:"Now you can have him. But I want him alive. Barely. But alive."
He walks to the entrance of the cave.
It is, again, raining.
He holds out his hand and lets the rain wash off the blood on the knife.
He doesn't look back to see what his three cruel compagnons do.
They all have wooden clubs and they beat the hell out of Sayid's torso.
The chocolat coloured man doesn't have a chance to defend himself.
His exposed body receives countless bashes all over. There is not one little spot on his torso that doesn't get hit.
His rib's snap, his pelvis breaks, his shoulders dislocate, but he doesn't give one little sound.
Then suddenly the cave is filled with thick black smoke and a loud squeeking sound echoes against the wall's.
Everybody shouts and in blind terror they all run away.
From the back of the cave Ayn appears.
She walks towards the entrance to make sure Henry and co are really gone.
Then she comes back, pulls out a knife and cuts the ropes holding Sayid in the frame.
She has to catch him before he collapses and falls on the rocky floor. Slowly she brings him downwards.
He makes a little moaning sound, shivers , transpires and gasps.
He looks up for a moment to see who holds him and finds those strange deep purple eyes.
"Oh God.." he whispers, suprised.
"Nope. God didn't have anything to do with this." Ayn answers.
She lets the palms of her hands go from tip till toe of his body, scanning each part of him and reading him, receiving pictures like those of an ultrasound in her mind.
"Good news, You are gonna live." she says.
"Bad news, everything in and on your torso is broken. I have to air lift you out of here. Do you still have the key I gave you?"
"What...key?" he asks, very close to losing consciousness.
Ayn shows him her amulet. The perfect match of the green yellow stone that he has found.
He looks up to his right hand. In there, clutched tightly, he holds his amulet.
"Well done." Ayn says:"Give it a minute or five."
She brings his naked badly hurt body half upright and lays him against her body to help him breathe eassier.
His head leans over backwards on her shoulder. :"Who ...are you?" he wants to know.
"They call me Ayn." she says, whilst she pushes a piece of the torn top on the knife wound wich is bleeding heavily :"Ayn bint Elohim."
"Oh...Arabic." he understands :"Like ..me."
"You don't have to talk, Sayyid bin Nur." she says :"Save your breath. Just think the words. I will hear them."
"M..mind..reader?"
"Telepatic, yes. You can do that also."
"Me?."
"Yep. You're half Adept. When we are home I will teach you the other half."
"A..dept?" Sayid's voice gets very weak.
"Later, son of the desert. Save your energy. Are you comfortable?"
He tries to nod, but the room gets filled with light so intens white that he has to close his eyes.
He shivers from the schock and his last words are:"Please...Help...my friends...when I am...gone."
Then he drifts away on a white soft cloud...
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~~One Little Spark~~ Eyes, part 2 Henry doesn't know that he is being watched also. He has a double agenda. He knows how to get off of the island and he also knows that it is only possible with a key. 25 years ago he was sentenced to lifelong banning, after he assaulted and killed a woman at the capitol of Aghartha, where he illegaly lived. This woman was the wife of one of the High Judges. He sneaked into the house when the High Judge had left for work and the woman and her three year old daughter were alone in the house. Henry assaulted the woman, raped her brutally and then slashed her throat. Leaving the child traumatized and hiding in a cupboard, alone with it's dead mother. He didn't know the tiny girl saw everything. Neither did he know the child was an adept, because the mother seemed an ordinary woman. This woman did not try to resist, didn't ask the High Powers for help, she offered her life knowingly so her child could live. Through the darkpurple eyes of the child all High Judges could see what happened and who did it. Because the eyes of this child could project all these terrible images on a screen when she was asked to. Henry was quickly found, apprehended and sentenced to be banned for life. Because on Aghartha there is no death penalty and there also is no physical punishment. He was brought to a bay at the west coast of Aghartha in a vehicle that looks like a small hoover. There the guard held a piece of green yellow stone in front of an eye in an wooden portal and out of the blue a path appeared. Leading 5 kilometers over the ocean, floating over the water, towards the little island. There he was tied to a rock with a thick rope. The guard went off, over the floating pathway and that disappeared once the vehicle passed the eye in the wooden gate again. So there is a way off of the island. And Henry spent 25 years looking for the same stone the guard used. The same stone that hangs on a leather cord on the neck of Sayid Jarrah. Henry has not noticed that at all. His attack is solely based on revenge. Sayid gets out and off of the tree when he sees movement in the undergrowth a few meters away, in front of him. He holds his rifle on "stand by mode", because it appears not to be as large as a man. He suspects some kind of animal. It's making small pulling movements, like it is tangled up in something. Maybe a piglett in a snare or something. He could shoot it and have it for diner. Sawyer would have, Ana Lucia also and Locke would have thrown a knife at it. Sayid gets his knife out, walking slowly towards the bushes, expecting the animal to try to escape and flying or running off any second now. He is so occupied by it that he looses his vigilante and suddenly three armed men jump out of the larger undergrowth and a violent fight breaks out. Sayid defends himself like a tiger. There is no time or room to aim and shoot, so he uses the rifle as a strike weapon. It hits two noses and an arm before it is snatched away and gets broken on the knee of one of the attackers. Sayid's knife slashes someones shoulder and cuts open brown, dirty clothes before it gets kicked out of his hands. He then uses his fists for self defence, but three against one almost always ends in a bad result for the one who stands alone. Someone blows him over the head and everything turns black.....
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~~EYES 1 ~~
Sayid was right when he felt watched.
He is being closely observed.
By more then just one pair of eyes.
A pair of eyes belong to an unknown woman.
She is small, fragile, looks very breakable, but has the highest degree of Kung Fu and carries the typical Kung Fu weapons, hidden inside her combat tunic (can't find the correct English for this word).
Her clothing blends in with the enviroment completely, it is difficult to see her when she doesn't move, she becomes one with the lush green on the island.
She has light brown curly hair, with a coppercoloured glow on it, that reaches her hips, but she has knotted it op in a coil.
Her skin is slightly tanned, she is very beautiful, but her eyes have a very strange colour, purple!
Lavender-blue is the closest colour to it, but it really is dark purple.
There is a tiny tattoo on her forehead, in the shape of an eye, very small, very fine detailled.
It symbolizes the third eye, opened up.
This unknown, strange woman was never before seen by the survivors.
Her name is Ayn bint Elohim, she is an Adept Agent and she works for the government of Aghartha.
She is on the island to sift the grain from the husk.
Sayid is the grain.
But he is being followed by the husk.
The Main group of survivors call them "The Others".
Their leader, a man who calls him self, at the moment, Henry Galen, is an extremely dangerous person, a criminal pur sang.
He has kidnapped Jack, Kate and Saywer and now he is after Sayid.
Henry beliefs the entire island is his and his alone.
Everybody who does not agree puts his or her own life in great danger.
When Oceanic Air flight 815 fell out of the blue sky, both literally and figurative, Henry saw that as a gift from the gods.
It just had to have things, items, articles that would make life on a deserted island better, on board.
Food, drinks, medicins, clothing, juwelry, technical stuff, chairs, blankets, anything.
He could use everything very well!
Unfortunately there were survivors and they made it impossible for Henry and folks to get acces to all the new and tempting things on board.
These survivors were very intelligent, capable, they had lots of resilience and they weren't scared off easily, not even for all of the tricks Henry and co played on them to chase them away.
The only way to reach the desired stuff was with brutal force, Henry thought.
Untill he found out that they could be manipulated and from that moment on they were just pieces on the chess board. Select the weakest links and play them out against theirself.
That there were two groups of Oceanic Air survivors, that didn't know about the excistence of eachother, came out very convenient for Henry.
He scared the living daylight out of them first, so they would be scared for eachother and blame eachother instead of Henry & co.
That seemed to work well, especially after kidnapping the children.
All the children on the hermetic sealed off island.
That includes Walt and they also tried to snatch litlle Aaron away.
It looked like nobody on the whole wide island was safe and as a result people died violently.
People like Shannon, the sweetheart of the Iraqi ex-soldier.
This man is for Henry the utmost dangerous opponement at this moment.
He has to be taken out.
Preferably alive, so that he also can be brainwashed like the Michael, because he can be at use for Henry.
Like the other three strongest opponements, Jack, Kate and Sawyer are being brainwashed by "The Others".
Untill now the small but fierce and strong Iraqi has been slipping through his fingers.
But Henry knows the man has a weakness.
He has willingly and knowingly allowed himself to get "captured", only because that was the perfect way to observe and get to know the survivors of the plane crash.
At that moment it looked like Sayid was the weakest link, because it was only days after Shannon got shot.
Henry couldn't find out the weakness of Sayid before, wich resulted in Sayid beating him almost to pulp.
He has that soft spot figured out now.
Henry is out, looking for retaliation....
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Part 2
It is a matchbox, coated in thin silver coloured paper. Carefully he slides it open to see what is inside it. It could have been just afew matches.
But on a thin layer of cotton wool a very strange eye shaped stone looks at him.
It is green and yellow, with tiny blue and violet spots in it.
It is no emerald or jade, neither amber or any other precious stone that mother earth brings forward.
Cautious he looks around him, just to make sure he doesn't get ambushed.
Then he closes the tiny box and puts it in one of the pockets of his trousers.
Like nothing happened he walks away.
The jungle gets thicker and just ahead of another giant and ancient tree, he stops, again he scans the area. Then he climbs up the tree, chooses a big and strong branche and sets himself on it, three meter above the jungle floor.
He takes out the little box out of his trousers and this time his fingers run over the smooth surface of the mysterious stone.
Immidiately he feels tiny electric pulses coming from the stone.
His first reaction is to let go of the stone, but he doesn't want it to drop, because in the thick green jungle carpet he would never find it back.
The colours blend in with everything in it surroundings, it has an amazing way to melt in and dissappear, like some kind of cloacking device.
As he picks up the stone from the cotton he notices that it has a thin cord of leather attached to a tiny silver eyelet.
It is some kind of amulet.
The moment he holds the cord and drops the stone, his other hand underneath to catch it if the leather would break, the stone makes a horizontal movement.
From front to back and back again.
He holds his righthand firm and absolute still.
But the swaying continues.
"Could this be his own immagionation?," he thinks.
Suddenly the movement of the beautiful stone changes to from left to right and back.
Without Sayid moving at all. Not even a muscle.
"This is weird." he thinks.
The stone alters direction, goes backwards and front wards again.
"Am I going bananas here?" he asks him self.
Immidiately the stone stops and swings from right to left.
Sayid shakes his head in disbelief.
He has heard of a pendulum before but always thought that this was bogus.
But now he hesitates.
He asks, in his mind :"Can you show me a yes?."
The stone answers with swings from forwards to backwards.
:"And a no? " Sayid asks.
The answer comes from left to right.
This is amazing!
It actually works!
A little shy he looks around him.
This is nothing for a soldier.
Sawyer would have Jack over to him at once with a restraining jacket.
Jack would probably want to know what he ate or drank.
And Shannon, poor Shannon would embrace him, thinking the stone is a gift to her.
Sayid...sooo romantic.
And bananas too.
What is he gonna do with it now?
He holds the stone in the palm of his hand for a while, but then he hears how the birds fly up.
Something or somebody is moving in the area.
He scans the landsscape thoroughly.
But he can't find anything wrong.
What he does find is that the green yellow stone in his hands gets very hot.
It is almost burning in his skin.
Wondering why he opens his hands and sees to his amazement that the stone has changed colour!
It is now almost indigo, when it cools of by the air, it turns purple, then turkoise, then jade green and finally it becomes the colour that it had before, green and yellowish.
Suddenly he knows what the colour looks like.
The eyes of a Nile crocodile!
Sattisfied he has determined the colour and the strong powers it holds, he hangs the amulet around his neck.
The stone gives tiny tingling pulses when it rests against his chest.
In a peculiar way it feels reassuring, he has that amulet.
He does not know why.
Yet.
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- padmapani56 : Nadia [+3]
- padmapani56 : Change of the Game, but the Name stays the Same. [+15]
- padmapani56 : Remote Viewing part 3 [+11]
- padmapani56 : Remote Viewing part 2 [+0]
- padmapani56 : Remote Viewing part 1 [+0]
- padmapani56 : The Foster Parents [+0]
- padmapani56 : STEAM!! [+0]
- padmapani56 : The Universal One part 2 [+0]
- padmapani56 : The Universal One part 1 [+0]
- padmapani56 : The Naga part 2 [+0]
- padmapani56 : Pictures to accompany the story [+0]
- padmapani56 : The Naga part 1 [+0]
- padmapani56 : On Aghartha part 2 [+0]
- padmapani56 : On Aghartha part 1 [+0]
- padmapani56 : Paybacktime [+0]
- padmapani56 : Eyes part 2 [+0]
- padmapani56 : Eyes part 1 [+0]
- padmapani56 : Wondering Wanderer part 2 [+0]
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