It was only a stroke, but it took me away in seconds. Warnings, hints, little blips I should have paid attention to? Nada. I’d been for my morning walk and I felt a strange sensation as I gazed out the window and was wondering if a headache was coming on when suddenly everything was….gone. But I was there, in some dark nothingness. No sound, no smell, no breath…
Shocking but true. Or maybe not so shocking. Happens all the time doesn’t it? Open the paper, read the news, check Twitter or whatever. It’d be more noticeable if he disemboweled me and fried the intestines for breakfast. But I was just disappeared with a plausible back up story. And they disappeared me in the best way: right out in the open, the mangled corpse, the wrecked car. My first funeral really.
On a road trip with her uptight boyfriend through the southwestern desert, Julie’s day takes a rather unexpected turn.
Amy travels with Clay to the underwater kingdom of Atlantis, though if it’s the real one or just her dream, she can’t decide.
Reading this episode can plant a seed to let you visit Atlantis when you become lucid (or not) tonight.
Sovereign Abilities welcomes Justin to our website as a new author. He has a Facebook group, MindVenture Club – Lucid Daydreaming – Creative Arts – Short Stories. This club is a collection of stories, guided visualizations, immersive daydreaming and creative arts guaranteed to take you on a grand adventure without ever leaving your chair. Snuggle in, and prepare for take-off. Enjoy Justin’s newest fictional short story. The gorgeous, and original, artwork on the splash image of this post is the work of Shaun Power.
Gordon Phinn brings his book to a conclusion with the final two chapters. This has been a fun book to read each week.
Next week Gordon starts his weekly column here on Sovereign Abilities. Don’t miss it!
The Deity Is Not Up For Discussion continues with chapter seven
“I wondered where on earth I was. Not on earth was the answer. Galactic Federation Central was the reply to my where then? Sounded terribly sci-fi somehow. I found myself in a gallery overlooking a rectangular space engaged in a very civilized debate. There was no shouting or waving of hands, and truth be told, not much moving of lips either. I did not have headphones on, but it felt as though I did, as the comments of various delegates were, well, in my head, sort of…”
The Deity Is Not Up For Discussion continues with chapter six.
“Am I talking to God, I shouted? There’s no need to shout, came the reply, I’m right here and always have been…”
