Emil and Fiena were seated at the café, Enyz being with them. “Enyz is here to help you explain bout’ the ‘Lake of Souls.” Emil sipped his chocolate. “I’ll be glad to.” She smiled.
“The ‘Lake of Souls’, is a dangerous place. It’s full of lost wandering spirits and also, near death experience people like you. Tell me, while you were being operated, have you felt like you were floating peacefully on a gentle stream of water?” Enyz questioned.
Fiena nodded. “What would happen if one accidentally falls in there?” she asked. Enyz sighed and shook her head and whispered softly, “you die.” Fiena shivered at that thought. “Not only that, you will be trapped there forever, if you were pulled by a sharkie and you will stay there, until you found a real purpose and deed you really have to do then you are freed.” Enyz continued.
“Enyz…. I need to ask something personal… If it hurts you, don’t answer…” Fiena said. “Okay, proceed.” Enyz nodded. “You are a spirit, how can you still roam the Earth freely and you have angel wings!” Enyz thought for a while and didn’t even flinch. “Want to know my story?” she asked. Fiena nodded.
“Mia, its café closing time.” Enyz said. Mia nodded, put on the ‘be back in 10 minutes’ sign while Zalia closed the curtains, Fazzy snapped out the lights, making the café completely dark. They moved towards a larger round table, they all formed a circle and on the middle of the table, was a golden candle holder and a few candles were in. Alice as the only one with fire element, she swiftly let fire out by the tip of her pointing finger. And that was the only source of light in the café.
“Now everyone, in this particular activity, I want you to join hands and in the process, never let go. I repeat, NEVER. LET. GO.” Said Enyz. Everybody did what as told and in a blink second Fiena’s hands were joined by Syaira’s and Emil’s. Syaira’s was joined by Alice, followed by Alyss, Emerald, Mia, Zalia, Gwen, Enyz, Fazzy, Rita, Enyz and back to Emil. “Before we proceed to the very next step, I want to ask.” Fiena voiced out.
“What is it?” “Are you sure we’re not doing some occult activity?” “No. We aren’t. An occult activity occurs some serious dangerous steps that humans need to do. But this is different; this is a ‘spiritual activity’. Also, we are not just to learn my story, but we can connect to the spirits freely as if they are humans and some of these hold answers to your curios questions.” Enyz explained.
“I understand now. But what steps do we require other than joining hands and that candle light?” Fiena asked for the second time. “Simple. You just focus on your strength, empty you mind, think nothing but just focus on your elemental energy. But first, you have to stop your questions and focus deeply on what you’re searching for, the ‘dream’ you had every night by now” Enyz said briefly.
They all joined hands, closed eyes and thought of nothing, except focusing on their true elemental energy. And there it was, a black and white vision Fiena saw, it was like 18th century where everything was a lot simpler yet had wars back then.
Enyz lived in Texas, America and there, she was 17 and she worked in an inn. She waited tables, washed dishes and served the customers. She didn’t come from a wealthy family and she had to work in an early age to help all she can. She had a younger sister whom was closer to her. Also, Eyza, her younger sister worked at the same inn with the same role. It was hard at 1846, where the Mexican- American war was holding because Mexico claimed that Texas belonged to them and the economy was struggling very hard. Enyz’s family tried their best to pay off their rent and looked for food.
And there was the night, where they had to flee from Texas because of the war. Enyz’s father worked as a coachman and luckily, in the trouble, he managed to get a fine coach for them to escape to another place where it was safe. Her father was on the front, controlling the horses with Enyz beside him. While her mother was putting her baby brother to sleep, Eyza was already sleeping. With GOD’s will, they managed to arrive at the city of Topeka, Kansas.
Enyz’s mother offered to work as a tailor at a boutique and they get to stay at a small cozy house. Even though it was crowded, they just lived with it. Her father found a better job at a factory with a higher pay and Enyz and her sister continued to work at saloon.
One day, while Enyz was sweeping the front of the salon, she met a young man, who seemed to be the similar age for her. She’s seen him before, he’d always come there at lunch hours with his friends and she’s waited their table’s before. And by their conversations she was sure they worked at a factory.
“Hello there, miss. Is the saloon, open yet?” he asked. Enyz shook and said, ‘It isn’t. it will open in about a few minutes but you can wait if you like.” The young fellow nodded and took a sit at the wooden bench by the saloon. Whilst Enyz was sweeping, the young man noticed that something by her neck was shining.
“Miss, I’m sorry to be a bother but where did you get that necklace?” he asked. Enyz looked over the golden heart shaped locket with beautiful swirls carving and the silver chain connecting it. “It was my grandmother’s and she gave it to me before she died.” And strangely, from that day on, Enyz became closer to him. And she learned that his name was Zeckery. He was actually rich and he offered to work as manager at one of his father’s factory. Seeing he was smart, he taught her some lessons whenever she had free time.
As things were starting to settle down well for her life, something wrong happened. Enyz’s mother fell sick and they didn’t have enough money for the payment. And more trouble came, she couldn’t be rescued and lost her soul towards the illness. That left Enyz’s family heartbroken. She had to quit her job, in order to take care of their house and her baby brother.
As she was sewing the sleeves of her father’s jacket, she heard a knock at the door. It was Zeckery. “Wh- what are you doing here?” she asked. “I just want to say, I’m marrying someone else soon. And I’m inviting you to my wedding.” He said. She was still sad by her mother’s passing and she wasn’t ready for a heartbreak. Even though she felt like crying, instead, she put on a fake yet sweet smile, promising “I’ll be there if I could make it.”
“Thanks.” He nodded and got on his horse and left. Enyz heard her brother’s cry and came towards him.
Enyz was sad. She’s going to lose the man she loves to another woman. It was hurtful. At times like this, she would go to her mother but now that she’s gone, she can’t. Her father knows she had feelings for the young man. He was also expecting Zeckery to take good care of Enyz but what can he do? He’s not an expert of such things. It was night, however, Enyz’s sadness lasted longer. She told her father she wanted to visit her mother’s grave. He disagreed at first and suggested that she go there at dawn instead.
In the earliest period of morning, she got up, cleaned the house, prepared breakfast for her working sister and father, took a perfectly wooden weave basket, and she put on a clean white cloak with a hood and left the house. It was 6;30 am, the sky was clear, birds were singing and some people went off to work early and she stumbled upon a bed of fresh colorful carnations. She picked them gently, thinking that she might put this on her mother’s grave and how her mother loved these flowers.
She placed them in her basket; walked to the local graveyard while humming a well-known song and to where her mother’s grave was buried, beside a tall oak tree. She sat gently on the green grass, prayed for her mother to be among the good ones, placed the flowers and began to whisper thoughts from her mind as if she was talking to her mother, alively.
She felt a large hand grabbing her shoulders and sharp cold metal touched her throat. “Aye, you’re a pretty looking one. You might be expensive for the brothel! We’ll have more clients than usual” said the gruffy voice of a man who grabbed her. “Now, listen to me, if you wish to live, no sound or any movements” he said, again.
Enyz had never been so scared in her life that accidentally turned her head and the sharp tip of the cold metal knife killed her, she fell dead next to her mother’s grave and got blood on the carnations. The man was about to take her necklace if it hadn’t been for a nearby passing police. The report of her death reached her family’s ear and yet, once again, they were heartbroken.
In her honour, she was buried with the golden heart necklace for seet memories for her to remember.
It was until then, she realized she was swimming like a floating driftwood in the ‘Lake of Souls’ where she met a lot of lost souls. If it hadn’t been the golden heart necklace, she would’ve become one of them. She had a purpose and a promise that made her alive; to attend Zeckery’s wedding.
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“Oh, Enyz…. I never knew you lived so hard.” Fiena sniffed, after the spiritual activity. “It’s okay, I’m fine with it. My mother told me patience and strength can help you get through.” Enyz said calmly. “One personal question” Fiena said. Enyz nodded. “Where is your family, now?” she asked. “My family, is in heaven. They were good people and GOD loved them so.” “Really? But, you are also good, why aren’t you there yet?” Fiena asked again. “You ask to many questions. I’m still here because I wanted too. I have other purposes I need to fill. And no, I won’t answer another personal question. And you will find who the person you’re looking for but it’s not the right time so we may proceed to ‘Spiritual Lesson’s’. It’s also like the activity except it requires only one student and a teacher. I am your teacher” Enyz ended her speech with a sigh.
“First? You mean you are my teacher?” Fiena asked. “Yes. I’m your teacher in order for you to connect the others. Now, let’s do this in the back.” Enyz nodded. They headed towards the back while he girls re-opened the café. They settled down at a small table, Enyz making the room completely dark and a candle to only guide them in the darkness.
“O Mighty Spirits, I call upon thee, guide us to your way so we may have the answers to our problems” Enyz chanted while they were joining hands. And in an instant, both of them were in a classroom. “Okay, Fiena. The first step you need to learn about spirits are types” Enyz said. “Now open your book and we’ll start learning.” Fiena opened her notes and copied whatever Enyz wrote down.
She finished her notes and took a quick read :
Types of Ghosts
There are many types of ghosts. I'm going to tell you straight to the point from experience what kinds they are. If you search through the net on this subject, you'll get the same things over and over. Hollywood loving websites will tell you they're ghosts, demons & poltergeists. Ghost hunters will tell you they're apparitions, orbs, mists or funnel ghosts. And the list goes on. These people generally refer to ghosts as though they're on the physical plane with us - they're not. Ghosts are everywhere and from time to time they do appear on the physical plane. I'll bet money you've got at least 1 ghost in the house with you right now! Don't let that scare you - the spirit is better known as a guardian angel.
I do not include demons and poltergeists as a type of ghost. Demons are a completely different kind of entity and belong in the occult section where they should be left. The less we mess with even the thought of them, the better off we'll be. Poltergeists are either demons or the psychic powers of a child or teenager. Again, I'll leave that for another section. I am also not including residual hauntings in this section. They are more of a fingerprint left on the physical plane and are not always human. These can be things such as a ghost train which drives by on occasion or a civil war soldier who appears every June 1st. These are not always ghosts in the typical sense. With this article, I'm going to deal with what I believe are ghosts and nothing but ghosts.
Ghosts can easily be summed up as a human who is walking the astral plane. The spirit is not always a dead soul, it can also have a living body it's still connected to. As I give you the following list, remember I'm not looking at them from the physical plane where everything's supposed to make logical sense - I'm looking at them from the astral plane where you can see the full picture.
I separate the spirits into 8 types:
I do not include demons and poltergeists as a type of ghost. Demons are a completely different kind of entity and belong in the occult section where they should be left. The less we mess with even the thought of them, the better off we'll be. Poltergeists are either demons or the psychic powers of a child or teenager. Again, I'll leave that for another section. I am also not including residual hauntings in this section. They are more of a fingerprint left on the physical plane and are not always human. These can be things such as a ghost train which drives by on occasion or a civil war soldier who appears every June 1st. These are not always ghosts in the typical sense. With this article, I'm going to deal with what I believe are ghosts and nothing but ghosts.
Ghosts can easily be summed up as a human who is walking the astral plane. The spirit is not always a dead soul, it can also have a living body it's still connected to. As I give you the following list, remember I'm not looking at them from the physical plane where everything's supposed to make logical sense - I'm looking at them from the astral plane where you can see the full picture.
I separate the spirits into 8 types:
- Guardian Angels
- Lost Souls
- Are We Dead Yet?
- Unfinished Business
- Self-Appointed Guardian Angels
- Wasting Time Between Lives
- Messengers
- Still Living
Ok, I suppose you'd like me to explain those for you. They may or may not be what you were expecting, but in my world an orb, mist, funnel, apparition, white noise, ouija playing, etc. etc. etc. ghost is still just one thing - a human spirit. And now for the explanations:
1. Guardian Angels - Everyone has at least one. They are usually some kind of relation to you that died before you were born. Most of the time you won't know who they are - or rather, were. They watch over us our entire lives and help us out through the rough and dangerous times. They're the little voice telling you not to take your usual route the day a huge pile-up happens on the freeway. That's just an example but I think you get what I mean.
2. Lost Souls - These are spirits who know they're dead but don't know where to go. They can also fear moving on and are afraid to leave what's known to them. They linger around until the day comes when they're ready to leave.
3. Are We Dead Yet? - An easy example of this is Bruce Willis' character in The Sixth Sense. These spirits walk around, going about their lives not knowing that they've passed on. They wonder why people ignore them and why nobody comes to visit anymore. This happens more often with old people who've spent their later years by themselves. Another (fictional) example is the Nicole Kidman movie, The Others. The spirits may think that the new inhabitants are the spirits, when it is the other way around.
4. Unfinished business - There can be a number of reasons why certain beings stick around after death. As portrayed most often in movies - "catch my killer!" Other reasons can be as simple as waiting to see their child graduate. Once the work is finished, the deceased usually moves on in peace.
5. Self-Appointed Guardian Angels - These are loved ones who stick around after death to watch over someone. It can be a deceased husband watching over his elderly wife during the last of her days. It can be a young mother who died before her time watching over her children as they grow up.
6. Wasting Time Between Lives - As in reincarnation. They're waiting for the next life to come around. What better way to waste some time than being a ghost. Coming and going from the planes as you please, enjoying yourself during your sightseeing, visiting old friends to see how they're doing, and the list goes on. They're not here and not there - there just waiting in between.
7. Messengers - These are usually in the form of a loved one. It can be a warning of certain danger or future events. It can also be a spirit coming to ease the pain from a grieving loved one. My mother and my grandmother have both had the latter happen. With messengers, the spirit is not always deceased.
8. Still Living - These people can be dreaming or having an out-of-body experience (obe). In the case of dreams, the person doesn't usually know they're walking around in the form of a ghost. With intentional obe's, the projector knows what's going on but their intentions are generally harmless. I've personally seen my uncle come walking out of his bedroom, look at me and then turn around and walk back into his room even though at the time he was sound asleep in a hospital bed 5 minutes away. He died about a year later.
As you can see, these 8 types of ghosts all have 1 thing in common - they're all human. Classifying them as orbs or echoes is, in my eyes, disrespectful. Sure they take on a number of shapes and appear at different times and places, but they're still human nonetheless. They still have feelings and should be treated with respect. If you suspect you have a ghost in your house, talk to it. Invite him/her to come watch the T.V. with you and the family. It's going to happen anyway but if you ask them and start treating them as more than a Hollywood nightmare they'll start showing respect in return. Yeah, this sounds a little corny but I've been doing this for years now and it works.”
“This is useful yet a little personal. Don’t you think?” Fiena said. “yeah, but hey, what the hell, we know each other.” Enyz replied.
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