These discussions about my spiritual origin really puzzled me... Indeed... who am I?
- I believe that you are Gayada... - one of the beautiful radiant ones in a snow-white long robe approached me in the heavens during one spontaneous astral exit.
I was sitting in the lotus position at a great height and looking into the dark purple distance, and he was not particularly friendly. His sparkling blue eyes looked at me arrogantly...
- Don't look at me, it's unpleasant, Lana... my name is Eloho...
- What does Gayada mean?
- A mythical creature from another dimension... and the fact that you dyed your hair blonde does not mean that you will be allowed to live peacefully with us after losing your dense shell...
- What does all this mean?
- Your energy is of an alien quality, it irritates us and this is very bad... you cannot interact with us at all... you need to leave our system.
- But this sounds very strange, - I was indignant.
- Of course, this is just an assumption, - Eloho suddenly smiled and touched the center of my chest with a transparent golden hand. - Something needs to be done about this...
I discovered a pulsating clot of energy inside me, slowly rotating around its axis.
- The flower of your soul emits unusual power.. what if it is dangerous for us... Why is your energy so weird? It irritates us...
To my amazement, the Radiant One unexpectedly penetrated my thin flesh with his fingers, grabbing the core spinning in my chest...
- Eh... I can't pick your flower of the soul... For some reason...
Eloho frowned and hurried away.
... The clot of energy burning everything inside trembled and opened up, and a stream of bliss pierced me through and through.
After this incident, I was unable to leave my body again, and I constantly woke up from invisible kicks and hissing sounds.
— Ha-a-a… ha-ha…
It wasn't laughter at all.
— But we can't rip it off, Lord… Each of us tried to swallow it, but in vain…
— It's useless!
— Who's there? — I jumped up in bed in fright.
— Why is your core emitting such strange energy?… I am Hor…
— The one who asked me to marry him?
— The one… but I didn't expect the energy of your essence to increase so much… Do you understand that you are a problem for us?
— But what problem am I… Comrade Spirit?
— Comrade? What does that word mean? Friend or enemy? I don't understand what kind of threat lurks inside you… We are all very worried about your energy… Who are you? Who sent you to us?
— Is this some kind of joke? — I couldn't sleep anymore.
…The burning in my chest intensified.
— I'll assign someone to you… to find out everything.
— No one sent me… — I whispered this phrase for a long time and imperceptibly fell asleep, tightly pressing the quilted blanket to my chest.
The next morning I breathed a sigh of relief, discovering that I was still in the physical world… no one had killed me… fortunately, my loving parents were nearby… I heard them calling me affectionately, waiting for me for breakfast with aromatic coffee and puff buns with apricot jam. It was so cozy at home… the hot tropical sun had already flooded the laminate with strips of light through the drawn vertical blinds and warmed the bedroom. It's so nice to stand barefoot on the hot floor, lazily pulling yourself up and yawning... I'm still alive...
But there will always be someone who will ruin your mood...
The voices of ghosts rustled worriedly in my head:
— You have to die...
— No one needs you... and we don't either...
— You are an alien witch...
— Have you come to destroy us?
— There is no place for such in our world...
— You will be executed as soon as you are pulled out of your body...
...What the hell? Executed? How can you execute a subtle body?
— Easily... just chop off your head and that's it...
I immediately remembered the axe in the hands of one spiritist... Was it an axe after all?
Heads off shoulders? I've heard that somewhere too... I remember it very well from a famous children's fairy tale... Seriously? Did the girl Alice go to a similar world in her dreams?
— The soul can also be deprived of existence? Really?
- Of course it is... and special executors do it every day.
- And for what?
- For any sin, if there is one..., but most of the dead in your reality are sinners...
- What? What is sin in your understanding?
- Only those who know us... but we remained alive, which means... we were good people and worthy of life here after the dense life... but the heavens are closed to us.
- And am I a bad soul in your opinion?
- As a person - no, but you are an alien soul to us and can be dangerous... What if you are evil?
It was so unpleasant to hear these words...
Why did these creatures turn against me so? I hope that all this is just a joke... A kind of black humor.
- Listen... obnoxious spirits, I understand that you are so bored in your world... leave me alone! I do not intend to cause you any harm!
— But you have a power that worries us... Open a portal for us with your energy... and we will leave this local forever...
— Is this the city I saw in my dream...? And why do you, ghosts, want to leave there? What do you like there?
— We are tired of living here... we want some changes... some of us have been here for hundreds of years... but there is no way out... it is impossible to be reborn, — these were their very sad sobs and complaints.
- I'm sorry of course... But I don't know how to open portals... and I don't intend to harm you, spirits...