Energy Stories

Even if our shaken world crumbles into nothingness life goes on in the Universe. Even if the generous sun does not find us tomorrow light goes on in the Ether. Even if we cease to be our energy circles other orbs and blends into Time and Space.  

Melis did her best to hold back her tears as she ran. As much as she tried, she couldn't fight the image of Rahmi, lying on his back with a broken neck and choking on his own blood. She was caught between the guilt of abandoning him and the weight of the mission he had given her. She was running fast but in her opinion not fast enough. The guilt hovered over every inch of her skin like a heavy rash. She had just left the...

She has eyes, a mouth, a noseShe can see, speak, and smellBreathe in the energy & releaseTo a place of TranquilityShe has feetA path aheadDoesn't know where it leadsA mind full of dreamsA heart full of Pure Love & EnergyStanding so high She can clearly see Her destiny to Mother Earth

GIDEALIS ENIGMA. Chapter 1 The Girl In The Water I’m used to running in complete darkness. If I stumble at some point, I always stumble on somebody’s mystery. My name is Domiarn Gidealis, and as of tonight I am eleven years old. I’ll tell you more about me, as soon as I find out what the commotion downstairs is all about. There is a carriage by the door of my father’s house with a crest on it. The crest has two flags and...

Another Time, AnotherPlace “Your human is a brat.” My love’s voice coiled towards me slowly, the words stretched out in the silly way that slow motion videos sound. His energy signature was humming angrily, the wavelength around 460. He would be sapphire blue if I were seeing him with my human’s eyes, a color of outrage. With a sigh I increased the length of my own energy waves so that we were moving along at the same pac...

clues for us abound seen the world around not always recognized tools found not utilized tools and clues are still there leading us sometimes to despair questions asked not getting answered search though we do still unanswered arguments start between mind and heart often leaving souls empty broken apart really none of us are a closed book clues placed there for others to look sometimes they see sometimes not sometime not...

Every night, when she turned out the lights, the last things Hope saw were the amorphous ghosts of the curly light bulb pulsing against the darkness of her inner eyelids. Then they would fade and shrink and sleep would slip her away to countless bizarre and sometimes Freudian dreams; but not this night. This night the ghosts would not fade. Instead they merged and grew, coalescing into a pale green portal that beckoned he...