Projections of the Astral Kind: Seeing All That’s Not Seen

Believe it or not it’s another excerpt.  How is this?  Well, it’s like this:

I went back and finished something I hadn’t worked on in the novel since… February.

Back on 13 February I posted this excerpt, which was something I was working on–struggling to write is really closer to the truth, but cut me some slack here, ‘kay?  At the time I wasn’t feeling the writing–I wasn’t feeling much of anything but depression.  In looking back at the posts I made back around 13 February, I was surprised to discover getting a couple of gifts that, I swear, I though I’d gotta around the end or March or the beginning of April.

That’s how much depression was messing with my mind: time was just running all the shit together and I couldn’t keep it straight.  Which is the only thing in my life that’s straight, but that’s another story…

So, last night, after finishing a chapter and writing another scene in my mermaid story, I decides to revisit the scene I’d started oh, so long ago and finish it off–

Why, look: I didn’t lie.

 

In fact, I finished that scene right about fifteen minutes ’till midnight, which means I actually wrote about 2,300 words yesterday, something I almost never do anymore.  Why all the energy?  Music.  Lot’s of music.

In  case you didn’t go back and re-read the excerpt at the link I posted, never fear, ’cause you get all the scene right here.  I’ll even break and let you know where the new stuff starts.

Are you ready?  Let’s go!

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

The moment Annie’s eyes opened she felt disappointment. The ceiling to the room looked the same and upon sitting up she say the rest of the room was just as she’d left it prior to trying to project. She let out a big sign and folded one arm under her breasts so she could rest her other arm against it as she pressed a fist against her mouth. It didn’t work. She shook her head. It should have worked. I know I was in a trance

It was in that second after her last through that she began to reevaluate her disappointment as she quickly noticed two things: one, she wasn’t wearing any clothes—and two, Deanna was sitting up in the middle of her reclining body.

The seer smiled as she took in her student’s discomfort. “I see you made it.”

Annie examined her surroundings slowly. “This is the Astral Realm?”

“Of course it is.” Deanna stood and everything from her thighs down vanished inside her body and the recliner. “Though I’m going to guess that what you’re seeing is really nothing more than the room as you left it before projecting.”

She nodded. “Yes. Everything looks the same—” Annie looked down at herself and spoke with a tone of disgust in her voice. “Why am I naked?”

“Let me answer those questions in order.” Deanna stepped away from the chair and stood in the open. Now that Annie could see her whole body, she noticed the slight glow surrounding her. “First, the reason everything looks the same is because you are now seeing the Astral Realm with a completely new set of senses—”

“It didn’t look like this when we walked physically into the Realm.”

Deanna projected a warm smile. “That’s because you were seeing things with your physical eyes. Now you’re not: you’re seeing things with your astral eyes, which are nothing but projections of your real eyes. In order to see the Astral Realm properly while projecting, you have to learn to project everything around you back to your eyes.”

After a few seconds of considering the matter, Annie felt she understood what Deanna was saying. “I have to use Astral Sight, don’t I?”

“Why do you think I was teaching that before Astral Projection?” She motioned towards her student. “Go on: try that.”

Annie began crafting as if she were really in her body and not a conscious mind linked to her astral form—as she now remembered Deanna explaining weeks before, there wasn’t a difference—and five seconds later the Astral Realm flashed into existence…

 

Everything above this point was written on 13 February, while everything below this point was written last night, 23 May.  Other than my twenty-years-to-finish novel Transporting, that’s the longest I’ve ever gone between starting a scene and bringing it to an end.  And now that we remember what happened to get Annie to this point, let’s see where it leads:

 

The room around her wasn’t anything like when Annie had when she last viewed Memory’s End from the Astral Realm. At that time it was all ghostly and mist-like—but, as Annie now realized, that was because she was seeing the physical world through The Curtain with physical eyes.

Now, using Astral Sight, she saw the world as it was meant to be seen from this side of The Curtain. The walls of the room appeared as flowing gold, moving slowly from the ceiling to the floor and back. The floor glowed in brilliant hues of steel gray and midnight black, while the ceiling was the color of translucent amber. And the pillows scattered about the room were the color of ripe pomegranates ready to eat.

But laying upon the pillows… Annie gazed down upon her physical body, which looked remarkably how she would see herself in the Physical Realm. She found this a bit puzzling until she looked at Kerry, saw how his body glowed brightly with Astral energy, and realized the reason her body wasn’t glowing—

“My aura’s no longer there.” She turned to Deanna, who seemed to glow a bright yellow now. “That’s it, isn’t it? I look plain because my aura has left my body. That’s what astral projection is, isn’t it?”

Deanna nodded. “Quite so. If you notice Kerry—”

“I have.” She chuckled. “He hasn’t begun to project so his aura is still attached to his body.” Annie glanced down at her body. And, it would seem, so am I

She saw her lifeline extending from somewhere behind—she figured it was likely the small of her back—and extend down to the back of her sleeping body. At the same time, there was a second lifeline extending from her back to Kerry’s back. Just as I’m joined to him while I’m in the Physical Realm, I’m still attached to him here.

Annie make a bit of a face as she looked at Deanna again. “This isn’t going to cause a problem, is it?” She held the lifeline going to Kerry and gave it a shake.

Deanna shrugged. “It’s hard to say. There’s little on witches with an Astral Binding and even less on those same witches performing Astral Projection.”

“In other words, there isn’t any information at all.”

“Correct.”

“Fantastic.” Annie looked to her right as she sighed. “We get to break new ground—again.”

“Speaking of breaking new ground—” Deanna pointed at the wall behind her, which if Annie remembered was due east. “I think it’s about time you move beyond these walls and do a bit of exploring.”

“Like this?” Annie motioned at her naked body.

Once again Deanna shrugged, though this time with a smile. “Who’s going to see you?”

“True.” Annie chuckled as she realized there was only one person who could see her, and they had. Then again— She looked upward at the ceiling as if she expected something to appear. There is something else out there

“No point being afraid.” She nodded as she stared at the wall behind Deanna. “We do just as we did when we flew while Astral Walking, correct?”

Deanna nodded this time. “Exactly. Only you’re going to find the action a little easier this time.”

“Well then, I should be off.”

The seer turned and motioned towards the east wall. “You know how to get back.”

Annie stood on her toes and pushed off just as if she were leaping from a diving board. Her astral body rushed forward and passed through the wall in the blink of an eye—

 

There you have it: our little girl is off flying about the Astral Realm by herself.  And as she points out, there is something out there on the school grounds that may want to speak with her.  Who am I kidding?  You know The Benefactor and Protector of Salem’s gonna show her face.  Though it’s probably not her face we’ll see…

And one other thing: today I was officially cleared to return to practice, having served my 30 day suspension from my derby league.  I was told it was really up to me if I thought I was “well enough” to come back, but honestly, I’ve been ready to get back to practice for two weeks, so hell yeah I’m well the fuck enough.  By the time I go back next Tuesday it will have been about six weeks since I’ve attended practice, with only a couple of occasions to get out and skate at night.  I’m actually thinking of heading out about six-thirty to skate around the HACC parking lot, ’cause I do need to get back to that regime–

Good things are popping up.

Let’s hope they keep coming.

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Having a Good Night

And a good day–and other days!  Enjoy!

At Home With the Fictional Families

So, today…

Today I was on TV and aren’t you lucky, ’cause it’s out already.  If you follow this link–Harrisburg Area Roller Derby is Skating Into 2018!–it will take you to the video which is embedded inside a propitiatory article.  You’ll see my coach, Madhouse Mexi, me, my gear–yeah, it’s on the table–and, I believe, some footage I shot of past bouts.  Or not.  I’m still checking on that part.  Hope you enjoy.

Yesterday one scene ended and a couple of things became apparent.  One, the kids are dealing in some cloak and dagger stuff in the future.  Oh, and two: Annie misses sex and wants more.  A lot more.  Like a week of it ’cause that’s her.  These kids: all grown up and stayin’ jiggy.

Naturally this brought up a comment from one of my followers about something that will likely follow Annie and Kerry for a while once they’re married.  And that something is:

Where are their kids?

Now, first off, there’s no saying in the vision I just wrote up that my kids have kids yet.  I mean, if they’re busy off doing Bond-like shit, the odds are really good that Annie’s kitchen is shut down and Kerry’s–well, during those times when he gets to be a she, I’m gonna guess that the last thing she wants is two years of sidelining to take care of a Malibey spawn.

But this doesn’t mean there won’t be kids.  No, not at all.

I’ve said on more than a few occasions that they’ll have kids.  And notice the plural: yes, as they’ve stated, they have no intention of raising an only child.  Also, I’ve known for some time when they are having their womb goblins and when, and even when they’ll attend the School of Salem themselves.  What?  You didn’t think they were going to another school, did you?  You really think Annie would allow that?

There’s even a distinct possibility that everyone will have a chance to see one of their kids before my kids graduate.

Wait… what?

There is a scene–and you can probably imagine what sort of scene–when both Annie and Kerry manage to meet one of their kids face-to-face years before the child is born.  I know what they look like and I know their name.  I even know how old they are at the time and where my kids meet their kid.

It’s all really sweet and beautiful, if you know what I mean.

There will be children for my kids.  They will have the opportunity to be parents.  And, like it or not, if I ever write the stories, we’ll get to see how The Kirilovis and the Malibeys handle being grandparents to some little witches.  We can already assure that Pavlina and Victor will love their grandkids, while Davyon and Louise… well, Davyon will probably like being a grandfather…

There is love and eventually comes marriage, and after that–well, Annie and Kerry won’t be pushing any baby carriages right away, but that will happen at some point.

But before we get there, let them have the chance to live.

Even when it’s gonna be a hell of a struggle.

A Better Saturday

Yep, it’s finally time to get that video out.  Enjoy!

The Rune Vision: Sleeytime Kids

What is this?  An Excerpt?  Why yes, it is.

While I mentioned I was going to start working on this next, in the future, chapter, I wondered if I was going to start on it last night.  I didn’t, mostly because I started beating myself up over something and wouldn’t let it go for hours.

However, when I awoke today, I decided I needed to get to it and that’s exactly what happened.  I started working on the first scene in the chapter and didn’t stop until I was done.  Why’s that?  Because I knew it wouldn’t be a long scene–and it wasn’t: almost eight hundred and seventy words.  And it leads into the vision that’s coming in the next scene.

But first, let’s get through this:

 

(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017, 2018 by Cassidy Frazee)

 

Relaxation Room #2 was known as The Sleep Chamber, because it was not only the quietest room at Memory’s End, but the quietest above-ground room throughout the School of Salem. Several enchantments prevented any outside sounds from penetrating the walls and door, while another set of enchantments thickened the shadows to create a darkness only found deep within caves.

The Sleep Chamber was only used for a couple of things. The first was when Coraline needed to conduct a study with a student having a difficult time sleeping, and the second was when Deanna wanted to conduct a Divination lab that involved dreams.

Today was Deanna’s time in The Sleep Chamber and she was nervous.

After a few weeks of study since returning from Yule Holiday, today’s second Divination lab involved rune dreams—and this had Deanna slightly on edge, in much the same way as the first lab. While this was going to be the first experience with runes for the C Levels, some C Level students had already experienced rune dreams.

Given that she knew the contents of Annie’s and Kerry’s first and, so far, last rune dreams, Deanna’s concern was that this next rune dream would likely be on par with the first vision they experienced during a lab—which was to say extremely vivid and perhaps a touch embarrassing.

The runes Annie and Kerry chose randomly from the bag at the beginning of class did little to alleviate her concern. Annie took Raidho, which indicated travel in both physical and personal form, and was often seen as opening up an individual to changes in their lives as well as allowing them to view things from a greater point of view.

Kerry’s was Kenaz and Deanna kept her face as blank as possible when she recorded the result of his pick. Kenaz represented, among other things, visions and revelations, and was often views as a harbinger of transformation and regeneration of self, giving one the power to create their own reality. It also represented both passion and sexual love, which conjured the worst possible visions in Deanna’s imagination when she considered what could happen if Kerry were to share a dream vision with Annie.

The only thing that gave the seer comfort was that everyone in the class would be asleep, so there wasn’t any possibility that something embarrassing could occur with those two that the rest of the class could observe.

Class prep was quick because they’d spent the last half hour of the previous class going over the process. First the students would randomly choose a rune and hold it, giving it power from their aura. Then they would place it under the pillow they’d use during their sleep time to allow it access to their minds. After that they’d consume a light soporific—courtesy of Erywin—that would allow them to drift off to sleep with little difficulty. The last step, of course, was to get comfortable, lay down, and crawl under a comforter before falling asleep for an hour or so.

At that point Deanna would position all the spy eyes into place over each student, plunge the room into total darkness, and wait to see what transpired. After the students awoke she’d have all of them write down their dream visions if one actually occurred. She recognized—and passed this along to her students—that not everyone would have a vision—

Though she didn’t mention that some students might decide to speak in their sleep, eliminating the need to write anything down. She’d handle those instances on a case-by-case basis.

Almost as one the students charged their runes and placed them under their pillows, then lined up to receive their soporifics before returning to their pillows. The majority of students decided to sleep under a comforter and quickly crawled under them as they readied themselves for the quick nap. Only a few students decides to sleep together as a couple—though it wasn’t difficult to know which two students were going to do just that without being asked…

The moment everyone was down and appeared ready to sleep Deanna killed the lights, allowing darkness to fill the room. She sat quietly in the darkness for what felt like a long time, but after producing her own magical light source—a deep red that wouldn’t damage her night visions—she noticed the time on her table and saw that only five minutes had transpired. She got to her feet and began checking on a few students, seeing that they were all out and sleeping peacefully.

She gingerly stepped over bodies until she stood next to Annie and Kerry, who had, of course, decided to sleep as a couple. Their comforter was pulled up almost to their chins, but it was easy to see Annie nestled softly and snugly against Kerry’s chest, with his left arm under the covers but draped over her body. Deanna knelt near their heads and bent to get a closer look at their faces—

After only a few seconds of observation she saw their eyes moving under their lids.

The seer drew in a quiet breath and dimmed her red light. It’s started

 

So tomorrow I hope to start on the vision and get that posted here.  It might only be five hundred words or so–

But they’ll be my words.

Forward Into the Wibbly Wobbly

Twenty-four hours can see a big change…

Yesterday about this time I was really up and feeling good.  It was sunny, life seemed good.  Last night, however, I started falling into another of my depressions while out enjoying a bout with teammates and by the time I was home I was ready to chuck it all over the balcony–myself included.

So I made a comment on Facebook about this.  I got a lot of sympathy–and one comment from someone who I respect a great deal.  Her comment was to stop letting depression define me because I was allowing it to happen and that I should “bone the fuck up” and move forward.

And it did snap my ass back into shape.

A lot of shit that’s happened to me since the end of last year has been me letting depression get the better of me.  I know the signs, I know what this can do to me, and, in the past, I’ve told it to fuck off and been successful.  And I’ve admitted, on more than one occasion, that my pursuit of my 27/5 has been fucking up my life something tremendously.

This morning I work up in a better mood and I’m ignoring the time change last night and just going with the fact it’s almost 11:00 right now.  It’s bright and cloudless outside and I’m going skating in a few hours, because that’s what I do on Sunday.

Oh, and I laid out a new chapter–

Yes, Kids: it’s on.

 

This is the scene that’s been bugging me for a while and since I’m hearing from people who’d like to see something out of me, I’ve decided to skip out of what I was working on and move ahead–leaving the linear progression of the novel behind and getting a few chapters that I want to write.  And in doing so I hope it kicks loose whatever the hell is holding me back and that allows me to get back to writing.

‘Cause since I have the time I damn well should.

Not only has this scene–Annie’s and Kerry’s second vision–been bugging the hell out of me, but I was running it over in my head before setting it up in the time line and then laying out the chapter here.  I know what happens in every scene because I’ve already thought this out, so there’s no remaining mystery for me.  All that remains is for me to get to writing–something I expect to do tonight after dinner since I have nothing on tap once I return from skating and I’ll have a lot of free time up until The Walking Dead comes on.

And what happens after this?  Well, I’ve had a require to show Kerry heading off with Annie to Pamporovo for Yule and it’s likely I’ll write that.  Some also want to see The Polar Express, but you need the Girl’s Weekend Away before you get to The Polar Express because… you do.  I know this sucker: you don’t.  And that’s how it plays out.

And if I can get all that down then I really want to get to Annie’s introduction to derby, ’cause yeah, I know how that shit plays out as well.

Right now I feel good, I feel bright, I feel… almost happy.  Does this mean I’m back to writing full-time after nearly a month off and two months of just sort of pecking at my work?  We’ll see ’cause right now I can’t say.

But as Liz Smith once said:

 

“We try to live responsible logical lives, but we can’t tell our hearts what to feel. Sometimes our hearts lead us to places we never thought we wanted to go, and sometimes our hearts can be the sweetest gentlest things we have. Sometimes our hearts can make us feel miserable anger, excited and confused all at once. But at least my heart is open, and I’m writing again. I’m feeling. I’m breathing.”

 

Right now that’s good enough for me.