Have you ever been sleeping so soundly, lost in a dream, a world made by your own mind, that you don't even know you're exploring? You're just swiftly enjoying a heaven made by your cortex, a culmination of thoughts that stir themselves into a brew of creativity, not caring that it's not reality?
Then, without any warning, without the first thought that anything's wrong...
POOF. It's gone.
And now you're awake. Wide awake and feeling like you just slept a full eight hours.
But what's that? You glance at the blinds of your bedroom window and surely enough, it still haunts the air with the fur of a black cat, dark as the moon's face gazing upon the sleeping world around you.
Confused, and asking yourself why you're up at this ungodly time, you wrestle your phone out of your pocket, click the power button to lighten up the screen and look at the time on your lock screen...
3:20 AM, it says.
Only then do you notice something vastly different, something wrong with the air; it is cold, and unyielding, and you don't know if it's just your hazy mind playing lucid tricks on you, but you can just faintly, barely see the candlelight flames of the spirits of the newly dead floating around, fluttering, wondering where they are. Light blue, soft and grayish-blue spheres of energy that you somehow know belonged to people. Could they be....souls?
That's when you faintly hear the whispering. And you're certain that your mother, or your stepfather, would believe you when you tell them you could hear a faint whispering in your sleep, they have been known to be quite spiritual. You are spiritual yourself, with the added bonus of being a Starseed, one who can evoke these things for different purposes.
But who can say that THEY'RE what's making packages of food fall off the cubby in the mini-kitchen?
Who's to say that some of them want to speak to you? What would they want?
You can't really tell...
"...and you can't see the sun, can you, child?"
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Besides that little POV of my view of being up late, has anyone else heard of the Witching hour? It comes around 3 AM, and it's origin comes from the time after dark that witches, wizards, invokers, evokers and other magic-users of the sort would practice their craft, they chose this time because it's when energy levels, magick forces and metaphysical properties are at their highest strengths and intensities.
I mainly posted this because I still have a lot to learn about being a light body, mainly, why do I keep spontaneously waking up at three in the morning? It wasn't a problem before, and it still isn't, but why does it happen? I'm not suffering any major health issues, and I go to bed at reasonable hours.
So what's waking me up? I often have characters in dreams bug me relentlessly until eventually telling me "Wake up! Wake up already!" and there I am. Fully awake. But why does it happen?
Then, without any warning, without the first thought that anything's wrong...
POOF. It's gone.
And now you're awake. Wide awake and feeling like you just slept a full eight hours.
But what's that? You glance at the blinds of your bedroom window and surely enough, it still haunts the air with the fur of a black cat, dark as the moon's face gazing upon the sleeping world around you.
Confused, and asking yourself why you're up at this ungodly time, you wrestle your phone out of your pocket, click the power button to lighten up the screen and look at the time on your lock screen...
3:20 AM, it says.
Only then do you notice something vastly different, something wrong with the air; it is cold, and unyielding, and you don't know if it's just your hazy mind playing lucid tricks on you, but you can just faintly, barely see the candlelight flames of the spirits of the newly dead floating around, fluttering, wondering where they are. Light blue, soft and grayish-blue spheres of energy that you somehow know belonged to people. Could they be....souls?
That's when you faintly hear the whispering. And you're certain that your mother, or your stepfather, would believe you when you tell them you could hear a faint whispering in your sleep, they have been known to be quite spiritual. You are spiritual yourself, with the added bonus of being a Starseed, one who can evoke these things for different purposes.
But who can say that THEY'RE what's making packages of food fall off the cubby in the mini-kitchen?
Who's to say that some of them want to speak to you? What would they want?
You can't really tell...
"...and you can't see the sun, can you, child?"
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Besides that little POV of my view of being up late, has anyone else heard of the Witching hour? It comes around 3 AM, and it's origin comes from the time after dark that witches, wizards, invokers, evokers and other magic-users of the sort would practice their craft, they chose this time because it's when energy levels, magick forces and metaphysical properties are at their highest strengths and intensities.
I mainly posted this because I still have a lot to learn about being a light body, mainly, why do I keep spontaneously waking up at three in the morning? It wasn't a problem before, and it still isn't, but why does it happen? I'm not suffering any major health issues, and I go to bed at reasonable hours.
So what's waking me up? I often have characters in dreams bug me relentlessly until eventually telling me "Wake up! Wake up already!" and there I am. Fully awake. But why does it happen?