Authors: Marty Christopher
THE FACE BEHIND THE DREAM
Ethan closed
the front door and headed to his car. He was dressed in his black jeans and a designer jacket that he purchased a few months back from his favorite clothes store. It had a hood and sat well with the simplicity and style of it. He was not flashy today, just cool and understated. It was one of his favorite jackets that gave him a glow and he looked very cool doing very little else, just wearing the jacket with the hood. This is what Ethan’s soul chose today, this outfit, as he knew it was an important day.
Ethan jumped into his car and away he went. He had the ster
eo playing with a new wave 80’s band. Today he felt chilled and that life was just humming along and this music suited that mood. Today seemed heightened. It was a spring day and it had a feeling of newness in the air. Then for a quick flash after seeing a bird fly past his car he remembered a dream he had the previous night. The bird brought the dream to memory.
The dream had
a bird that was cute and fluffy and across the landscape far away there was another bird. When the fluffy bird saw the other one, a big bang went across the sky in feeling and in sound. Then the fluffy bird looked like it was choking on something or throwing something up, but then it is realized that the fluffy bird was giving birth through its mouth. The fluffy bird gave birth and the most gorgeous looking, tiny creature was born. It was destined to become graceful and large and immediately started growing, then the fluffy bird looked to the open landscape and the other bird was flying now at an incredible speed towards the fluffy bird. It was intense, so much was about to happen, almost like it was too big to happen, that the physics could not handle the power and just as it was all about to happen, it all stops and that moment that was about to eventuate remains untouched, for now.
Ethan thought about the dream, he knew
dreams all had a meaning. This one seemed to imply death or a new beginning. Before he could delve more deeply into his dream he was distracted by some man waving at him. Ethan realized the man has been waving for a while in his convertible car. He was coming towards him and waving simply because they had the same car. He was also in a convertible Porsche. Ethan waved back. The other guy was desperate to say hi. Ethan found it funny.
Ethan arrive
d at his college. He parked his car and walked into the grounds. As he came around the corner into the open courtyard that flowed onto an open field there was a bunch of birds that suddenly flew off as Ethan walked into the group of them. He watched them fly into the sky and take on a form almost, then they divided into two groups and one group glided low and past Ethan again. Ethan felt the joy in his heart, he knew the birds were telling him something, they often came in to give good news and Ethan felt touched that he was the receiver of something divine. He used to get images of his guardian angel where she would ride on a bird flying through the sky always there to protect him. These signs made Ethan feel connected to the source of life and that he was special, that he had a beautiful purpose and he was a snow like flake that would fit into the puzzle and complete the universes reflection in the part he was meant to, and then return.
Ethan went
into the corridor and kept walking towards his class. The corridor should be busy, it was just a moment ago but it had gone quite empty. It was just Ethan there for a moment and then he saw her. Coming right towards him was a woman wearing a skirt and a white shirt. She had dark reading glasses on. She had the most perfect skin, greeny blue eyes, big lips and dark straight hair that was wrapped up and then thrown over her shoulder on one side to the front of her.
She saw
Ethan and he saw her. They had about three seconds to look at each other before they passed one another.
It was the crush
, and her beauty that he felt the most. Drawn in by something out of this world. The feeling radiated within him. It was spiritual.
T
hen she was gone, she had walked past. Ethan felt like a tidal wave had hit him, but a gentle calm one. It had taken him in and then settled and it was all calm again. But the girl touched his heart somehow. It was like he was remembering where he had came from. He felt love but also power. His mind started to race.
Ethan
still had a while to get to his class and he continued walking down the corridor. Luckily for him he did not bump into anyone. He came to his class and walked up the aisle and found a seat on the left side just a little back from the front. He pulled out his books and looked ahead and waited. Now he felt calm again. He took a big sigh and then starting laughing. Something had to release within him so he just laughed. His soul was laughing, laughing at the mind and life. The girl next to Ethan wondered what he was laughing about.
Ethan’
s heart missed a beat again as the professor walked in. It was the girl who had just walked past him in the corridor. She was the new English professor.
Ethan sat there knowing he cou
ld sit and stare for an hour with no interruption. How lucky he thought. Her beauty was so empowering, he needed this unfair advantage to settle him. She was just too beautiful to quietly chat to. He needed some time to build up, but then he would be ready.
As she
spoke Ethan just watched. He was calm again just listening and staring. He was far away enough in the lecture room for her not to see him but he could see everything.
Her name was Kali Guinevere.
Her skin was tanned but to Ethan it looked white and clear and dark at the same time. Her beauty was immense and her beauty had a path. It lay down a deep path, a past, a beginning and a destined future. A story that led to a feeling and that feeling had all the worlds of times spent together, remembered and unknown, all connected but still untouched right now to Ethan. When Ethan looked at her he saw her flowing hair and then her smile, her legs, the flow when she moved. Ethan realized they were the surface of the real depth and the adorable beauty of her soul self. The outside beauty was like ethereal symbols of her timeless self. Ethan remembered his dream about the light and the woman he couldn’t see. The feeling in that dream matched the feeling of Kali.
‘It’s her’
something seemed to say.
An hour la
ter Kali finished her lecture. She thanked the class. The students all liked her. A breath of fresh air to them all, so light and happy on her feet, clear in her energy. She was 31 but her girly innocents, made her appear 22. Like an angel for them all. But there was one that her soul craved to see again. The one that walked past her one hour ago in the corridor. The feeling she felt when she saw him was instant, the beauty she had seen was so pure and mysterious. She was so excited, she couldn’t stop thinking about him.
She walked
off from the stage of the lecture room.
The girl next to Ethan said
, “she’s clever and lovely.”
“Yes.”
It was all Ethan could say. The girl looked at Ethan almost perplexed and intrigued by his lack of words.
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Ethan drove home from college. The music played gently as he pondered his day. Ethan had noticed of late he was so much more balanced with his feelings. He remembered a time when he was so up and down and unable to make sense of it all. It was like random. You feel bad today and so it is. But lately he had taken on a new dimension within himself. He felt balanced and if there were any negative feelings he knew he could find out why.
This realization b
rought more power to Ethan. As opposed to being a victim to the emotions, or life’s circumstances, he was now in charge. Not from mind but from his soul and spirit. His mother once said to Ethan, “If you are feeling like shit, get in touch with yourself and find out why.” At first Ethan thought this was too simple, he felt like crap some days and just thought that was life as a teenager or as an adult. Then he realized the many levels; what he ate, his emotions, others emotions, his mind, his heart. There were also changes in the energy in life from the stars, or the energy that came down here. Sometimes intense, sometimes gentle, sometimes it moved you so fast, other times it was a reassessment time and nothing really happened. But something had changed for Ethan, he was no longer being pulled so extremely by that energy. He felt peace and calm and when he didn’t, he would go within himself to find out why he was feeling the way he was. His answer most of the time was his mind, his mind trying to get back in. But once Ethan got in touch with all this, those angst feelings would start to lift.
The truth
was Ethan had been looking for himself his whole life and now he had found himself and by doing so he had also found wisdom and the feeling of peace. His mind was losing all control and he was becoming just one with his soul.
Ethan pulled up to his house. He
loved this home. It was the trees that surrounded it, the birds singing, hearing the water but there was something more. It was the perfect fit for him. It was not the first time Ethan had been in a lovely home with his mother. Ethan had these feelings that were deep and mystic and it was his soul sending those feelings through. There was another time, a long time ago when they both had this perfect life, not that either could remember now. It was just the feeling of oneness and a sense of deep appreciation and love. The feeling was soft and magical that derived from the soul, that they had been in this exact place before but in a different time, long ago.
Ethan opened the front door dramatically as if he was a guest appearance on some host show. His mother was close
by just adding some flowers to the vase by the front entrance. He often did quirky things just randomly. His mother was used to it, she liked it. It made her laugh.
“How was class?” Elisabeth asked
.
“Good
thanks.”
“
I’m making dinner around seven, young man.”
“Thanks
, mom. Do you wanna coffee?”
“Yeah,
thank you.”
Ethan skip
ped to the kitchen and grinded down some coffee beans. He liked the process of grinding them down. It seemed more organic, like he was more at one with the beans and he knew the energy of them was more potent when they were untouched, until he broke them up to be consumed.
Ethan loved how his mo
ther would make dinner around 7pm. It wasn’t a ritual but she blended it in to the right time. Always a little later than early. Beautiful meals that usually came out around 7:30. She was a cool mom. He remembered living with the Taylors and it was dinner at 5:30pm and all sorts of moaning if it came out at 5:40. Now it was later and done with so much love and culture. It seemed to have a theme like her shop. The dinners just evolved and changed in mood and with the type of food. Sometimes simple, other times a three course meal. Just the two of them or the perfect guests. Ones they knew very well, some they didn’t.
Ethan remembered
Elisabeth having a friend around who was quite different. She didn’t know him too well. She had met him years ago at a hotel she stayed at and he was in the hotel bar, trying to get away from his work colleagues. She had liked him because he was so different. He was six foot five, dark hair with a big trench coat. At the time when she first saw him she wanted to ask,
are you carrying a sword in there?
He just had that look. On that particular night they hung out for about three hours. His name was Johnny, he liked Elisabeth because she was so warm towards him and as he was different he felt so happy to have someone to connect with and see him for who he was.
Four
years later he happened to be in San Francisco and had stumbled upon his old diary and found her number and called.
That particu
lar evening Ethan had Natasha with him. She was staying the night. She was dressed in a light blue dress that fitted perfectly to her figure. She had details everywhere on her clothes that night, a mix between street edge and high fashion. Ethan remembered seeing her and just thinking, wow. Unable to break down her look in any detail. She just looked cool, unassuming, graceful, almost fairly like. Ethan had that feeling of a buzz knowing tonight he was going to make love to her. It seemed too good to be true, she looked that gorgeous, the feeling it would give him was breath taking, almost so good that it should only come once in a blue moon.
That evening Natasha was her true self
, free of her mind, just at one with her beautiful heart. In that space she was a goddess. Her beauty and power could overwhelm Ethan. Their time together that night flowed like stars on a summer’s night, just glittering together in its huge space knowing their beauty could be expressed by being with one another and having each other.
The dinner
that evening was a three course meal. Elisabeth looked quite formal that evening in her black dress, her hair was straightened and put into an elegant style. It enhanced her cheek bones, somehow it did just that. It was winter with the open fire roaring, the balcony door was slightly ajar and the breeze would go through her hair and dress making them look as if they had a breath of life.