The Plan: Part 1

by J. A. James

  "Stay quiet," he said softly as he pulled her back a bit into the house.

  She couldn’t get out of here. Her body stiffened with the realization. Oh God. Ohgodohgodohgod…

  She heard his voice come through amidst her rising panic. "You need to breathe. Can you feel where we are? You're in your mind. We’re still in the sixth dimension. This home right now is reliving one of your deepest, most peaceful memories. We haven't gone anywhere else, so until you decide how to train yourself with my guidance, we've got to stay here until you can get us somewhere else. Understood?”

  She nodded slightly. Hell. What did it matter anymore? She let him pull her back into the house and shut the door behind them.

  So she couldn’t get out. Not that easily. She felt defeated - this felt like a nightmare. She slumped against the shut door now, her eyes open wide. "I'm - I'm not sure what to do.” She slid down into a crouch, placing her head between her knees.

  CHAPTER 7

  GRIESEN

  This was a lot for her, he knew. He seldom risked taking Humans to this sixth dimension at such an early stage. She hadn’t had any training yet… she was still vulnerable and mentally resistant. The brain was an incredibly complicated organism. He wasn’t surprised at her outburst a few minutes ago.

  He knelt in front of her. "Hey," he said softly. She didn't look up at him. He continued. "You're going to have to trust me," he said softly. "We're going to get out of here."

  At those words, she looked up. "Yeah?" she asked him, her hair covering her face. He nodded. "Yes. I promise. You’ll have your life back." Only with your help, he thought. She had to go through with the steps.

  She was silent. He could tell that she was thinking things through.

  She lay on the floor still, her head bowed down to her knees.

  "Hey," he said to her quietly. "This is a difficult situation, but it’s really not that impossible. You’ve got what it takes.”

  She looked at him then. "Ok," she said softly, as she gazed at him. The look on her face was a mixture of desperation and hope.

  He knelt down in front of her, leaning just a few inches away from her. "Look, Halva," he said softly. “I promise… I’ll try and help. As best as I can.”

  "Why?" she suddenly interjected. "Why would you be?"

  He looked at her, at a momentary loss of words.

  "I'm here for the both of us," he simply said. And that was the truth. “We both have reasons to live. Do we not? By helping you, I help myself.”

  "Well," she said with a slight upturn of her lips. "At least that part is true. I suppose, I've got to thank you for not leaving me with the wolves back there." She paused for a moment, and emitted a dry laugh. "I'll have a story when I go back, won't I?"

  Griesen smiled. "You certainly will."

  “So… I have a question.” Halva paused, trying to sort out the logic. “If we’re in my mind… where is my body?”

  “Our bodies are still in the safe house. In the pods.”

  Halva widened her eyes, biting her lips. “So what if… if they get to our bodies before we do?”

  “We can go back and deal with them there.” He’d know if they got too close. “But we came here for a reason. We have to get what we came here to get.”

  “Which is… what?!”

  He held out his hand for her. "Come with me."

  And this time, she took it.

  They saw her mother again in the kitchen, with a younger Halva. He pulled her gently into the living room, away from them.

  "Sit," he said. She didn't say a word as she sat down on the right edge of the caramel-colored sofa that had a rough bend in the middle. It had been passed down third-hand from Halva’s neighbors who had abandoned their house beside them.

  "Look." Griesen sat down across from her on the floor. “Us coming here was a shortcut. Usually…we don’t do it like this. It’s too much for humans. But we don’t have too much time. Here, everything you think is magnified, because of where we are. Your mind is the most powerful engine of creation.”

  He ceased speaking as he began telepathing her. She barely noticed the discrepancy as he began:

  The truth is, I’m here because you have been looking for certain answers your entire life. Especially when your mother died. I’m going to go here, ok?

  He saw her eyes suddenly fill with tears, as she nodded slightly.

  The family that you were born with is tied to you well beyond the physical realm. You’ve continued to live with the memory of your parents, even though you left them behind when you were very young. You still despise your father. You carry it like a shadow, haunting you.

  Her eyes went hard at first, but she didn’t say anything, listening.

  All humans are created whole. Perfect. When their souls come down to Earth, everything they are, everything they need, is within them. Their souls are poured into these human bodies, where they begin as newborns - fresh, whole, untampered with.

  Humans' lives are shaped, manifested, constructed by each other. I want you to know this... with you, we will begin the process of reconstructing the Whole.

  I am here to help you heal your wounds, ease your pains, and assist you in your Transcendence. Your Spirit chose this path - to walk this way now - to find answers that couldn’t be found elsewhere.

  During this process of Healing, you will feel pain. You will remember all the wounds that scarred you.

  The only way to move forward... will be to accept your past with love. To Love yourself will mean creating the ability to forgive others. Because those who hurt you were so inadequately equipped that they had no tools to Love you properly, least of all themselves. But you...you do. You have the ability to forgive, and heal yourself. Are you willing to start the process of letting go?

  CHAPTER 8

  HALVA

  Halva felt something within her swell. These were strange words coming from this man... but yet, she chose to listen, because she felt it. There was a truth in his words. She had chosen to run away, but it hadn’t erased her father or her mother from her life, had it? Or the pain. That had never gone away, despite her best efforts to bury it.

  Halva saw herself, in her minds' eye, as a child. Somehow, the memories of herself growing up began to surface as he continued to speak.

  An ache began to arise in Halva's chest, as she remembered her mother.

  She heard his next words. The only way to move forward... will be to accept your past with love. To Love yourself will mean creating the ability to forgive others. Because those who hurt you were so inadequately equipped that they had no tools to Love properly. But you...you do. You have the gift of forgiveness. Of healing yourself. Can you begin the process of letting go?

  No. How could this be? She thought. Her father had hurt her… and now this man was saying because he was the one who wasn’t equipped? Come on. A familiar rage inside her began to swell. He had hurt her from the beginning… And to say he didn’t know how to do better?

  But something there made her stop. Perhaps it was the entire strangeness of the situation that made her consider something different about her father, for the first time. Seeing him beyond the angry figurehead she had become conditioned to fight and dodge. It could be true, couldn’t it…? He hadn’t known any better. Tears began to stream down her cheeks. If he had known better, surely he would have been better…

  "Breathe, Halva," Griesen whispered, as he swept his arms upwards, creating a triangle of energy above her head. "Consider a new possibility.”

  Halva felt a strange white light and slightly prickly sensation pour over her as he moved his hands in front of her.

  "Oh," she whispered as she felt a warm glow begin pouring through her. It was warm, and strangely peaceful.

  You were borne into your body to learn how to become whole again. To give yourself permission to rebirth and renew your Spirit despite the circumstances; the betrayals. Your power in letting go, will be the power that sets you free.

  Halva's eye
s spilled over with tears. All her years of being alone and continuing to hate a man who she had only seen once in almost a decade...I want to let go, she realized. Not just forget. Because I will never forget. It was an epiphany. He doesn’t deserve any more of my hate. My energy. Not like this. Not for the rest of my life…

  She saw Griesen stand above her as he lifted his arms in some kind of pattern above her head. He continued to construct a myriad of shapes as she saw the light seem to follow his direction, as if he were a conductor leading his orchestra.

  She knew he was in front of her, but oddly enough, she felt his presence as if through a prism. He was close by, but felt so far, far away…

  Waves of light began spilling around them, crystals of light reflecting off each other, first tent-like, but slowly growing in width around them.

  She felt a surreal warmth go through her body. Moments in her life were flashing in her mind, like index cards passing in front of her.

  She realized that he was not only telepathing with her, but consciously bringing these memories to the surface. The most painful ones. The sharpness of the memory of her father leaving her mother from the kitchen that night. When she ran away from home, for good... her heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces.

  "Oh," she uttered, warm tears sliding down her cheeks.

  Forgive them.

  She felt a startling warmth pour down her, starting at the top of her head. Streams of blue light were running rivulets down her body.

  “I want to,” she whispered. Her heart felt raw. Her eyes still blinked back hot, raw tears that threatened to fall. She saw all those moments as if they had happened yesterday.

  Just accept it. Accept your past and what they did, without giving it any more emotion. Gift yourself this.

  She considered his words.

  “Come on, Halva,” he whispered. “You can do this.”

  In the distance, she heard a slight reverberation. Then, it happened again, moments later. Nevertheless, Griesen continued his telepathy:

  They who have committed these wrongs against you were not doing it so much towards you... as they were weak in their own frame of mind. They have dark soul shadows, and have their own work they may or may not complete in their Lifetime. They have their own bridges to cross... For you, the time is now. You can cross your own chasm now. These injustices can only dissolve against you when you permit them to. Take a leap of faith, Halva. Trust yourself. Come over to a better place. You can cross over, despite everything you have endured.

  Forgive them so you can set yourself free...so you can live to your fullest. Your path forward is to forgive and to light your own beautiful journey, in spite of your past. In doing so, you will be your greatest gift to yourself.

  Halva had never been a religious or particularly spiritual woman, but here... she felt his words settle to a deep space within her. A sense of peace came over her, as she felt the embrace of the white light soften her, all the way through...

  Halva suddenly detected a wave of heat pass through her hands and through her body, in a slight tremor. It washed through her, and then faded. Then it happened again.

  She trembled, as she then felt a second current of energy wash over her. I’m scared, she realized.

  You're fine. You’re doing great.

  She found herself revisiting her father once again. The memory of him was burned into her mind. She forced herself to look at him - as he had been - a tormented, damaged man who had beat her and reduced her mother to a shell of her former self with his pathological lying and abuse.

  She felt a warm flame of anger suddenly engulf her body once again.

  The blue stream of light pouring down her suddenly turned dark. A whorl of darkness began to envelop them both, transforming the lightness of the air around them into murky heaviness.

  She was startled by the sudden blackness that began to engulf them in a humid heat. I hate him, she realized. She suddenly found it hard to breathe.

  Look again, Halva. It was Griesen’s voice. I know this is difficult. But look at him again.

  It was her father, young. Strangely enough, this time around she no longer felt any anger towards him...all she saw was a broken man, who had been abused by her grandfather. Physically abused for so many years - tied to chairs, and whipped with a cane for the slightest childish misdemeanours.

  She felt a shock at seeing all of this for the first time. He hadn’t had a happy childhood either... Of course he couldn’t love them properly. He had never experienced it himself.

  Now she knew where those scars down his back were from. He screamed at her for asking the first time, when she was four...

  Then it hit her. He treated her the only way he’d known how. He’d never known love. Just hurt.

  She felt shock run through her. She had never known about her father; and how he had grown up. Certainly her parents had never discussed their parents; and now she realized what a broken family her father had grown up in.

  The war never stops. Unless you decide it does.

  And the realization came to her. She had to stop the hatred from inside herself. It was the only way to stop perpetuating everything that came from her resentment. Her anger; her refusal to connect with people beyond work…Her refusal to let people in.

  The realization made her tear up. How... Was this possible? That after all this time, she had never let anybody in. Because she was afraid…

  I’ve been afraid. I don’t want to get hurt anymore. Tears streamed down her face.

  You can decide to change today. Change this very moment, and you change the rest of your Life. You can change the very way you live, breathe, and love. There is no better tomorrow without your decision to change. It is all in a moment. You choose this moment. And the next. And the next...

  Her pupils dilated, as she listened to him. I don’t want to be that same person I used to be. It was so…hard. There. She’d said it.

  You can change that, Halva. You can change who you decide to be.

  A sense of peace washed over her. It was momentous... A lightness filled her with gratitude. She realized the stream of light around her had again changed from the curtain of darkness to a radiant blue color. The lightness she now felt kept her suspended, and somehow she forgot where she was; forgot who she was; and seemed to become enveloped in a loving calmness.

  Somewhere in the midst of everything, she heard again, a disquieting rumble emanating from a long way off. What was it? She wondered dreamily.

  CHAPTER 9

  GRIESEN

  Griesen heard the rumbling. Then it happened again, only louder.

  Griesen felt her energy, emanating from her. It was strong; much stronger than before. The light was no longer rinsing through her as it had at the beginning. It had caught on, much like a flame on kindling, and begun burning within her on its own accord. It was pushing away the dark shadows that had come up...

  She was generating the energy now on her own. He felt a leap of hope. It would possibly be enough to get them through.

  "Halva," he whispered. "Come back."

  She blinked a few times, rapidly. She heard him, but likely would take her awhile to come back. This was only natural; the process was a heady intoxication that required a significant number of internal calibrations.