I Had a Dream...
I woke up slowly, with a buzzing sound and cataleptic, unable to move. I just had one hell of a weird dream! Or was it? Had I been to a real place and a real decision-making meeting? A meeting that was held in heavenly... uh... spheres... for lack of a better term?
I heard a voice, male, a deep, soothing and comforting voice...
"... Now lay there, stay relaxed. Keep your eyes closed. Lift a finger of your right hand when you can..."
The buzzing and hissing slowly subsided. The dead-numb feeling was leaving, bringing in its wake a nice tingling. Finally, my effort to raise one of my right-hand's fingers was successful.
"Quickly..." began a soft female voice, "Tell us what happened, what you saw and what was said."
"Yes, it is important to tell us now, or else you will forget..."
I did remember...
I began to tell my two Hosts what happened. I began to realize the two were Psychiatrists/Hypnotists involved in... my case.
I said:
"I was in a place of exquisite peace and beauty! Something like nature all around. We were discussing about what I wanted to do with the opportunity that had arose."
"Who is the "we"?" Asked the male Doctor.
"Three radiant beings... like Angels but... without the wings... well, that's just a stereotype..."
"Please do NOT analyze" insisted the female Doctor gently, "That is left-brain interference. We will analyze later."
I continued, "They said I could choose... Continue with the life among the society I found so unbearable, or, trade physical incarnations with the man who finds life in his society unbearable... But whose society has all the things I like! It was the society of my life-long imagination! My day-dreams! I had no idea it was real! But if I went to the new society, I would never see my family again... until we meet after physical incarnations."
The male Doctor asked, "Was this other person, this other man, willing to make the trade?"
"Yes" I replied, "I was informed he had already decided and was merely waiting for someone willing to trade and whose Higher Self agreed to the trade. They also assured me that he is a well evolved soul, higher than my level, and would be as nice or even nicer to my Parents and Siblings as I ever was. My Parents would not notice the difference except for a pleasingly better attitude toward life and especially, society."
The female Doctor asked, "Was any reason given why you, and this other man by the way, had such vivid imaginations of a land they had never seen?"
I replied, "I was informed it was merely past-life memories surfacing in the form of imagination, and a form of soul-based home-sickness. And the reason for the other man having a series of past lives in my society, and me having a series of past lives in his society, is due to an apparent mistake in the birthing process from the astral side. Though this kind of mistake is rare, every once in a millennium, or less, it happens. Originally, I was supposed to be born in the society I had imagined about all my life, and the other man was supposed to be born in my society. After the mistake had occurred, both our Higher Selves agreed to let it go. We could still benefit from the different incarnation experience. But as time went on and both of us grew up and became adults, the friction between what both of us were used to and the very different society we found both ourselves in became intolerably great. Plus both our souls were just plain homesick. Apparently he, as I, became recluses, hating to mingle with any kind of societal function, be it job, or something that most people consider enjoyable such as parties or going to the mall or a populated park. Both of us lived as far in the wildernesses of our respective worlds as possible and tried to work at home, so we would not have commute to a job. If either of us went out, it was to go to a remote wilderness and hike endlessly. After a time, our Higher Selves realized we were stagnant. We were gaining nothing in our incarnation. No karmic debts were being taken care of, and nothing learned. If anything, I anyway (I don't know about the other man), accrued more karmic debt by being occasionally cruel to people, though in a light way, such was my repulsion of society. I had not successfully figured out how to live way out in the boonies and I was becoming impatient and a little mean."
"This is very good!" encouraged the lady Doctor, "Please continue!"
I continued, "The other man, with his somewhat more evolved soul and living in a society that was pretty well advanced in their understanding of metaphysical issues, initiated an investigation into himself. He began seeing Psychiatrists, getting hypnotized and investigating his past lives. Thanks to his well evolved soul, he quickly mastered meditation and out-of-body excursions to find information. He accessed his Akashic records, met with Spirit Guides and communicated with his own Higher Self. His Higher Self and Guides agreed, if a willing person, OR, better yet, if a person with a similar but opposite mistake in birth could be found, and was willing, that other man's soul would be allowed to trade physical incarnations with the other willing soul.
It was not long until my own Higher Self received the call that traveled the entire Universe. The situation was near perfect. Both the other man and I had been born at the same time as far as physical-plane-time is concerned. I had been born in his society, and he had been born in my home-land society.
So, I had to decide. I actually met with this other man. He was there during his conscious out-of-body projection, while I was there during a dream-state. It took me what seemed like days in this high level spiritual plane to decide. My Guides said take your time. What seems like days is only a few seconds on the physical-plane.
My Higher Self advised that my Karmic debts, and they were aplenty, could begin to be paid if I was back in my own familiar society..."...
..."Excellent, excellent!" exclaimed the male Doctor softly. "And now, before we bring you out of it, is there any final advice or counsel the Guides gave you before sending you here?"
I replied, "The other man himself told me, two physically alive Healers would help me get oriented as well as assistance from that society's official establishments; I guess he meant the government. The Guides told me I would quickly get used to the new society, after all, it is the society I spent several past lives in and is the society I am used to, and should have been born into with in first place. And they said look for Samirah, she will still go by that name. And they told me, I can go by my name, Alex, when I get back to my society as well."
"Okay! All right then!" announced the male Doctor, "I think we have as much as we can get from this. Time to bring you out of it, and show you around. First, what do you feel, feel that is, your name is now?"
I replied, "Al... Ste... Steve. No, Alex. I... used to be, or still am? Called Steve?"
"Good!" replied the male Doctor, "That was just a little test. You will find that much of what you need to know for daily living will be supplied by your physical brain. We'll explain more later. Right now though, I want you to lie calmly and listen to the count...
I am going to count down from ten to one. On the count of one, you will awake feeling refreshed and energized! All your five senses will function perfectly, brilliantly and beautifully. You will be fully alert and ready to explore your new, and rightful, home! Are you ready?"
"Yes" I replied as I settled in. I was pretty much used to this counting business of hypnosis from the Psychiatrist of the society I... apparently left..."
"Okay now..." began the male Doctor softly, "I will begin counting, now...
Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven... Remember, when I count down to one, you will awake feeling refreshed and energized! All your five senses will function perfectly, brilliantly and beautifully. You will be fully alert and ready to explore your new, and rightful, home!
Six... Five... Four... Three... Two... ONE! Wake UP. WAKE UP! You are awake and feeling GREAT!"
I opened my eyes for the first time to my new world... and wow! The first thing I saw!...
Just like in my imagination as expressed through my art and stories, the two Doctors...
Were you expecting someone in white smocks or perhaps, office attire? (Since we are dealing with Psychiatrists here, the stereotype sometimes is just conservative office attire.)
First my eyes were drawn to the woman, then the man, then back to the woman!
The only thing between over seven feet of powerful athletic woman and the air was a black thong patch over her genital! Oh and she did have a necklace and ear-rings. But that was it! She had mid-length smooth flowing blond hair framing a strong but kind face. Her hair draped about her powerful shoulders with well developed deltoid muscles. Her firm breasts jutted way out, on a foundation of well developed pectoral muscles underneath. The sum of big chest muscles with ample breasts on top gave her an awesome breast-build.
The man was a pillar of muscle as well. The woman was every bit as big and powerful as he, with legs clearly larger and more powerful than his. They both had legs of steel-cable muscle. He had a rippling chest, great arms, and a tummy, like hers, that could be used as a washing board! He was separated from the air only by a patch of cloth that barely contained his... male genital... when relaxed.
Then... then... I noticed myself!
Looking down, I could see my own tummy, bumpy with bulging abs. I also saw two huge and powerful legs, and bikini pants, sort of like a very brief bathing suit.
The office or room was dark, lit by a single candle behind me. I began to think, did my imagination miss the mark? I imagined them with solar-energy. Do they live primitively with candles?
The nearly naked muscle-lady Doctor stepped forward to help me from the couch. I was a bit wobbly as I stood up. She held me secure, her grip was like a vice. Her powerful build was a secure source of stability as I regained my footing.
"Let me bring up the lights a little" said the male Doctor as he turned a knob on the wall. Electric lights, up to then completely off, came on gradually to a dim level. He said, "We'll leave the lights at that level for a few minutes."
"I started to think you all only had candles" I laughed, nervously.
"Oh no," replied the male Doctor, "But we find the steady, good vibrational rate of the light of a candle to be extremely conducive to hypnosis and out-of-body excursions."
"Come over here," the lady Doctor said as she led me, "Get to know your new body..."
She led me to a full length mirror. I took one look at that sight of muscular fitness in brief bikini panties and exclaimed, without thinking, "Good heavens! I'm a knock-out! ... Whoops..."
"Oh that's quite all right! You are a knock-out!"
As I spent a good deal of time admiring myself, the male Doctor turned up the lights more.
"Let us now introduce him to the man he used to be in so far as other people can see are concerned, and present him with some decisions on what to do from here..." announced the male Doctor as he gradually set the lights on full brightness. He walked over behind the couch and blew out the candle. We left that windowless room to another room with windows brilliantly lit by the light of day, about two in the afternoon.
"So you were an artist, and I gather, you painted a lot about your so called, imaginary, society and the people there..." the male Doctor stated, "Okay, now take a look at these..."
I walked over to a table with many print-outs of copies of paintings.
"These are the paintings your body did while occupied by Steve. Behold..."
I gazed upon the workings of a man's imagination that was the exact, diametric opposite of my own!
His paintings depicted huge cars with big engines that would whisk one any where effortlessly without pedaling and in home-like comfort, complete with stereo. Other paintings depicted the keeping of carnivorous, sometimes ferocious animals as pets.
The male Doctor commented, "These ferocious pets-paintings of his made Steve's Parents wonder if he was somehow mentally unwell. Nobody here keeps anything carnivorous, let alone ferocious. In the country, animals and people who eat meat are considered incarnated demons and are feared. In this more sophisticated Central Capital, the "big city", carnivores are merely avoided. Relegated to the forest wilderness to keep nature's balance, anything carnivorous has no place in the city!"
The first thought that entered my mind was "large dogs", especially the notorious ones like rotweilers and German shepherd. I have always dreamed of a world devoid of these neighborhood menaces. And now, as it became clearer and clearer I was... here... in my land, my society, it would now be so! Oh I couldn't wait! No more attacks from big dogs! I could walk anywhere, bicycle, go to parks, beaches and so on and never again fear being chewed up!
Steve's paintings of large, luxurious cars with engines that go without pedaling looked surreal, but pretty much accurate. Of course the minor details were all wrong, but Steve's paintings did indeed accurately portray the automobile as we know it.
Steve's women were note-worthy. He depicted women as small, frail, much more dressed than that lady Doctor was certainly, and in some paintings, clinging to a huge man as if for their very sustenance.
"Yes" I thought to myself, "The soul which is Steve, now in my body back in that society, is going to enjoy it there.
And I am going to enjoy it here!"