Chronicles of Han Storm, Preserving Creata Part 1, 2, 3

Chronicles of Han Storm, Book 1, Part 2, Chapter 13

Chronicles of Han Storm, Book 1, Part 2, Chapter 13

*** Thirteen ***

    So we had our lovely lunch of fruits, nuts and an assortment of cheeses. There must be a refrigerator around somewhere, for everything was nice and cool.

    After lunch, she took me in her arms and we made gentle love. Afterwards, we dozed together for a while, content to share one another for a moment.

    As the cooler air of evening arrived, I woke feeling refreshed and ready for the telling of the Legend.

    We, once again, settled down at the cave entrance. I was looking forward to this tale and waited expectantly.

    Mara sat cross-legged, took a deep breath and started.

    “This is a tale taught by one generation to the next.

    Long ago, when this Planet had its second start after all the wars and destruction, it was foretold that, when the people were awakening to the higher consciousnesses once again, one special person would become known to all.

    That one person would lead the peoples to regain lost worlds and knowledge.

    That person would liberate all on this Planet and reintroduce them to new frontiers beyond our imagination.

    That time is now. Every generation has produced more and more people connected to the higher worlds of the Other Side. I know it in my heart. And I know that, as sure as I am sitting here next to you, that you are the One we have been waiting for.”

    I felt the bile rising from my stomach.

    I swallowed it down. This was no time to get timid or panic.

    “And if I am this one person. This . . . legend that has been prophesized. What am I supposed to be able to do?”

    “The legend states that you have the knowledge to unlock the portal to other worlds. Worlds where you have lived a physical life before.”

    It was a statement. She believed that I was this person.

    I groaned inwardly. If this portal has anything to do with my dream of that sticky gate, I really did not want anything to do with it.

    “You did not tell me about dreams of gates and portals!” she exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement.

    I pulled my cloak about me. This privacy on/off was really starting to annoy me. I wrapped my arms around my legs and let my forehead rest on my knees.

    I did not want to acknowledge anything at this stage. All I could think about was that sticky stuff running down my throat. Not being able to breathe.

    Terror almost overwhelmed me again.

    Maybe I should go with the vision and see where it takes me.

    I knew it would probably cost me physically.

    “Would you be prepared to visit one of your past life memories? One that contains experience in the use of the portal?” she asked.

    I looked up at her.

    “And just how do you suggest I go about getting in touch with a past life? I do not have the vaguest idea how to get there.”

    But even as I spoke, I knew what to do.

    It was called regression and it could be done very successfully with hypnosis. I knew since I was very little that typical hypnosis did not work on me. I never allowed it to. So if I allowed it, maybe I could hypnotize myself to go to the right place.