those of certain people befriended—sometimes haunted—by spirits with a specific purpose or agenda. But the idea of being pursued by a ghost, or whatever, was just too creepy to think about.
The last explanation hearkened to an old legend about a band of “body leapers” who travel across time, inhabiting the bodies of people from different eras. Allegedly, the more bodies these people leap into, the more fragmented their memories become.
“What do they want with other people’s bodies?” I had asked, finding the idea highly disturbing.
Clarence shrugged. “Maybe they use them to fix the past, making it better. Others might just do it for enjoyment. Who knows? I wouldn’t take the idea too seriously, though.”
I sighed, returning to reality and refocusing on my computer screen. That last option would indeed explain my scattered memory a few weeks back, but I seriously doubted I was a body jumper now suffering from schizophrenia.
I reached for my mouse and clicked on the bookmark tab, allowing it to bring me back to the forum thread I had created a few days ago. The handful of replies I found were mostly disappointing. A couple of posts said communication between time periods could happen on the astral plane, and a couple of others suggested I seek the spirit world for guidance, which seemed like a dubious thing to do.
But the final post was undeniably intriguing.
It read:
Have you experienced any strange phenomena, such as otherworldly detachment, fragmented memories, or feelings you are/were someone else? If so, then it’s possible you might have been “blessed” with a case of parallel incarnation, but those instances are decidedly rare.
I couldn’t help but gasp as I thought back to the first day of school. True enough, for just moments after awakening,
I had felt like someone else. Keil?
I bit my lip, recalling the weird dreams and displaced feelings that had persisted afterward.
I clicked the author’s username—Rraman—and went to his profile page. An image of a beautiful woman with a pale, serene face formed on the screen. She wore a translucent, blue sari that trailed behind her like the wisps of a falling star, and her immaculate form underneath glittered as if doused in a million tiny diamonds. Her hair flowed around her body gracefully like an incomplete cocoon, and pink petals blew about her gently. She was incredibly lovely, and I forgot myself as I gazed upon her, wondering who she was. As I sat transfixed, my breasts seemed to bulge forward, tightening painfully against my bra. I squirmed and touched them; they felt more doughy than usual, but I was surely imagining things.
I glanced back at the woman. She seemed to smile playfully before vanishing, revealing the author’s bio and personal information in her place. Most of the information was missing, but surprisingly, an e-mail address was listed. I quickly copied it.
Feeling it best to continue the discussion privately, I went to my e-mail account and sent him a heartfelt message.
Dear Rraman,
I recently posted a question on the Time, Space, and Migrating Soul website about communicating messages across time to other people, such as through thoughts or dreams. You answered (thank you!) with a very intriguing reply, and I washoping you could tell me more about this “parallel incarnation” thing you mentioned.
The truth is, for a brief moment one morning, I did feel like I was someone else. Maybe. And there have been other times when I’ve felt oddly displaced or stricken with a sense of déjà vu. It seems to be a guy, perhaps from a future time, who’s the source of my troubles. He has appeared in my dreams and thoughts, and seems to be trying to tell me something. I have no idea what to do.
I hate asking, but what might be causing these feelings of mine, other than I’m simply crazy? :-)
Thank you so much for all your help!
Gratefully Yours,
Miyu
I sat back
The last explanation hearkened to an old legend about a band of “body leapers” who travel across time, inhabiting the bodies of people from different eras. Allegedly, the more bodies these people leap into, the more fragmented their memories become.
“What do they want with other people’s bodies?” I had asked, finding the idea highly disturbing.
Clarence shrugged. “Maybe they use them to fix the past, making it better. Others might just do it for enjoyment. Who knows? I wouldn’t take the idea too seriously, though.”
I sighed, returning to reality and refocusing on my computer screen. That last option would indeed explain my scattered memory a few weeks back, but I seriously doubted I was a body jumper now suffering from schizophrenia.
I reached for my mouse and clicked on the bookmark tab, allowing it to bring me back to the forum thread I had created a few days ago. The handful of replies I found were mostly disappointing. A couple of posts said communication between time periods could happen on the astral plane, and a couple of others suggested I seek the spirit world for guidance, which seemed like a dubious thing to do.
But the final post was undeniably intriguing.
It read:
Have you experienced any strange phenomena, such as otherworldly detachment, fragmented memories, or feelings you are/were someone else? If so, then it’s possible you might have been “blessed” with a case of parallel incarnation, but those instances are decidedly rare.
I couldn’t help but gasp as I thought back to the first day of school. True enough, for just moments after awakening,
I had felt like someone else. Keil?
I bit my lip, recalling the weird dreams and displaced feelings that had persisted afterward.
I clicked the author’s username—Rraman—and went to his profile page. An image of a beautiful woman with a pale, serene face formed on the screen. She wore a translucent, blue sari that trailed behind her like the wisps of a falling star, and her immaculate form underneath glittered as if doused in a million tiny diamonds. Her hair flowed around her body gracefully like an incomplete cocoon, and pink petals blew about her gently. She was incredibly lovely, and I forgot myself as I gazed upon her, wondering who she was. As I sat transfixed, my breasts seemed to bulge forward, tightening painfully against my bra. I squirmed and touched them; they felt more doughy than usual, but I was surely imagining things.
I glanced back at the woman. She seemed to smile playfully before vanishing, revealing the author’s bio and personal information in her place. Most of the information was missing, but surprisingly, an e-mail address was listed. I quickly copied it.
Feeling it best to continue the discussion privately, I went to my e-mail account and sent him a heartfelt message.
Dear Rraman,
I recently posted a question on the Time, Space, and Migrating Soul website about communicating messages across time to other people, such as through thoughts or dreams. You answered (thank you!) with a very intriguing reply, and I washoping you could tell me more about this “parallel incarnation” thing you mentioned.
The truth is, for a brief moment one morning, I did feel like I was someone else. Maybe. And there have been other times when I’ve felt oddly displaced or stricken with a sense of déjà vu. It seems to be a guy, perhaps from a future time, who’s the source of my troubles. He has appeared in my dreams and thoughts, and seems to be trying to tell me something. I have no idea what to do.
I hate asking, but what might be causing these feelings of mine, other than I’m simply crazy? :-)
Thank you so much for all your help!
Gratefully Yours,
Miyu
I sat back
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