PROJECT
ELSE (EARTH LOVE SPIRIT ENCOUNTER)
This is a complete new experiment on Google + for entering the
spiritual world. It has never been done
before and maybe it will not work out at all. Sorry, but life is a sequence of
failures.
Space and time in this world do not exist in the spiritual world.
You can meet each other in the spiritual world while you are on earth at a
different location at a different time.
There is no protection guaranteed in this project. This project
carries the power of love and will be
attacked by the power of hate. All members are connected by the force of love. There can be attacks from the
spiritual world. Always pray for the protection of the angels of love by making
yourself small and fragile like a child. Ask like a child. Four words are
enough. “Please God help me……..” That’s all.
The beginning will be very difficult. Almost impossible. You have to
be a member of the group Project ELS to add a guiding.
The doors to the spiritual world are in you. When you look in the mirror
and you see yourself. That’s you. Now you use imagination:.
Combine yourself with the
person in the mirror with the power of love. You feel that you become one. Now you combine
your mirror heart with your inner heart with the power of love and you become
one. You can only enter the spiritual world by the centre of your spiritual heart by the power
of love. Love is your protection.
At any time you want at any time you prefer, you add a guiding for
the group. Where to go… Give this guiding with love. Because the power of love
seals us in the spiritual world. Avoid any manipulation. Just let it be…..
We are together. And we protect each other against any harm or any
danger that comes to us just by the spiritual power of love …
Imagine you are on a beautiful beach. You are with all of us. All
the members of our group are together on that beach. It is a beautiful island
with white sand and a perfect blue quiet ocean. There is no sound. Nobody
speaks. We are all together in silence. We go into the ocean. And we dive
together deep and we are surrounded by perfectly clear water that has the same
temperature as our blood.
We dive deeper and deeper. We have no problems with breathing. Finally
we enter the doors of our heart. Behind
these doors everything is possible. We stay connected, we stay together
because time and space do not exist anymore.
As soon as you read this line you are with us, in the group in the spiritual
world. Her are no boundaries. Anything can happen….
We have just passed the doors towards the spiritual world. You don’t notice them. It is like falling
asleep and suddenly you are dreaming. Feel the silence and the beauty of the spiritual
world where you are in now….
There are no boundaries in the spiritual world. You can go wherever
you want to go. You can take us with you or you can go alone and pick us up
later. It is enough to think of us and you will find us back. You can be what you want to be. Make us feel your world.
Bring us there by a posting of a “guiding”. That’s an emotional describing of
that place where you want to be on that moment of what you feel…..
“PROJECT ELSE” is the “least” understood project ever. What I write now is for the Luciferians who are always reading my mail and postings. The Luciferians were excited to enter project else and find a hidden doorway to the spiritual world they didn’t know yet. Believe me: Nobody can enter the spiritual world by a mouse click.
Nobody can open the doors to the spiritual world by power and control. They cannot be opened by manipulation and lies. By using drugs or alcohol you can only damage the doors and make holes in them through which demons can enter your world and make you do terrible things that are not yours. The doors to the spiritual world can only be opened when they are touched by the sword of love when it is your time. They will never let you through when you are not ready. They are only controlled by the power of love.
When I entered “Project ELSE” for the first time, I didn’t know what to expect. In fact I
expected nothing. But when I started to use my imagination and I passed “The Inner
Doors” it felt like I was flying. And suddenly I got in. I was in the spiritual
world. And things started to happen outside my control.
I felt like an eagle and as soon I felt like an eagle I was flying
above an enormous ocean with high waves. I was an eagle and the waves were high
and I got sooo…. tired. I was afraid that I was going to die. I couldn’t go
further. And suddenly there was the ghost ship. Like it came from nowhere and
suddenly it became visible to me.
The ghost ship saved my life in the spiritual world and took me into
that world. Now I am on that ghost ship. And I start to learn what it is. I
call the ship “The Flying Dutchman” Because I am from the Netherlands, that’s
why I am a Dutchman, and it feels like I am flying with the ship. And it refers
also to that ghost ship in “Pirates of the Caribean”. An interesting movie. And
it refers to the old stories from sailors who have seen the ghost ship. It
always appears suddenly when a disaster is coming. In South Africa many people saw
from the beach suddenly a huge sailing boat from the 17th century
appearing, shortly before the second world war started.
Now I learn to know the ship, I see that the ship is a boundary ship. It
sails on the boundaries between hell, heaven and earth. It sails on the meeting
place between life and death. I feel that the waves around the ship are the
feelings of my own soul. When I am sad, the waves are black and very high and
when I am really sad, the tops of the waves close into each other and form large
deep black tunnels. Tunnels that bring you straight to hell. But I have learned
that these tunnels can also bring you out of hell to heaven.
“PROJECT ELSE” is the “least” understood project ever. What I write now is for the Luciferians who are always reading my mail and postings. The Luciferians were excited to enter project else and find a hidden doorway to the spiritual world they didn’t know yet. Believe me: Nobody can enter the spiritual world by a mouse click.
Nobody can open the doors to the spiritual world by power and control. They cannot be opened by manipulation and lies. By using drugs or alcohol you can only damage the doors and make holes in them through which demons can enter your world and make you do terrible things that are not yours. The doors to the spiritual world can only be opened when they are touched by the sword of love when it is your time. They will never let you through when you are not ready. They are only controlled by the power of love.
I want to be now an eagle. We are all eagles. We are flying in a huge storm. The waves of the ocean under us are enormous. When we touch them we will drown. We are so tired. We cannot go lower and we cannot go further. There is no land. Only waves. Roaring storms. And the sound of the killing silence…….
BeantwoordenVerwijderenGood to hear your voice joey. I am so tired. I can’t go further. I feel like I am falling……..Awwwwwww look there, a ship. But it is so…… black……. Pitch black. The people on the ship feel like demons….. This looks like…” The flying Dutchman……” I don’t want to go on that ship….. That ship goes through the darkness with the doomed souls….But I can’t go further…. I have to rest. Please come with me and don’t let me alone on that horrible ship of darkness and doomed souls…..
I feel so lost and so alone. A lost eagle in the storm, hit by darkness, hit by fear, under me death and slavery, huge waves of sadness surrounding me.. Please who takes me away.... Who brings me to a better place.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenThe second day on the “Flying Dutchman”. Nobody came to talk to me... Emptiness and darkness all around me.. Waves filled with the darkness of hate and greed are surrounding the ship. The sky is black like the darkness from hell. Under me the dead ones brought to slavery. Is anybody out there? One person who wants to talk to me and bring me to a better place???
BeantwoordenVerwijderenThe third day on the "Flying Dutchman" A day of darkness in hell. I am bound to the “Flying Dutchman” I cannot leave the cursed ship until somebody else will take my place and will be left in loneliness surrendered by the huge waves in the darkness of hate.....
BeantwoordenVerwijderenThe ghosts are under me. I am the eagle in the mast of the ship...I was flying today a little around the ship but I am getting weak. There is nothing to eat or to drink. In the spiritual world nobody eats or drinks…I have to wait until somebody releases me from darkness and from the ship. Then I will be free. And I can fly high above the darkness far away from hell. But the thought that I have left somebody behind me in the darkness and loneliness will make my wings weak and my heart heavy…….
The fourth day on the "Flying Dutchman" The hate of the black waves of hell around the ship feel like flames that burn my soul. I need love. I need a friend to talk to. Please talk to me...
BeantwoordenVerwijderenim here and i wont let you die out there take my hand and gain my strength. take all of it. i'll take your sadness and burn it to the ground so it never comes back along with the "flying Dutchman". and then my strength will grow back and ill leave too. but i want you to leave this hell hole now. where ever you find a bit of love on the ship follow it and you will find me. i can talk to you anytime you want. just walk through my mirror. i'm always close to one. but for now spread your wings and fly away. once you fly a few minutes your sure to find joey and he will carry you back to the beach. there you will find love once again. i promise <3
BeantwoordenVerwijderenAaaaaww. Thank you so much. Your love woke me up from the darkness. This ship goes straight through hell. But your voice gives me hope again. I am so happy to hear you. Speak to me. Every word of you brings my soul back to life. Everything on this ship is death and we are surrounded by the wave of hate from hell...
BeantwoordenVerwijderenI am so happy that you came by. No.... I cannot leave this ship. I am spell bound. I can only leave when somebody else takes my place.
But is is enough to hear a word of hope. It is enough to hear you. Tell me a story. A story about beauty. A story about hope. A poem about the beauty of life. Your stories will keep the waves of hate on a distance...
When nobody comes to me the waves will become bigger till finally the tops of the waves will touch each other and the oceaan will become a tunnel of darkness that goes straight to hell.
ok. but i'm not that great at spelling...
BeantwoordenVerwijderenA little while ago (about 2 years) there was this guy named nathan. one night his mom was rushed to the E.R.in the middle of february. at the time he had no clue because she worked nights at a prison. he was always worried something would happen to her. that night the phone rang at exactly 11:30. fear filled his eyes and he rushed to grab it before it woke up his 3 younger siblings. it was the hospital "oh my god what happened???" he said franticly. "its your mother." the man on the other end answered nathan's eyes turned black with fear. his mom had been his best friend his whole life.
how it turns out was when she was driving home, a semi driver was drunk and flipped the semi. it rolled over nathans mom 3 times. nathan dropped the phone and it shadered into a million pieces.
life was hell for the family for the next month. finnaly they went to go see her.
the hospital had chopped all of her long beutiful chesnut colored hair off, sewed her head up, and had a million tubes running in and out of her body. she couldn't speak. only make little noises.
this scared all of the little kids and nathan and his older sister. they all thought her father was playing a sick joke on them. he wasn't. the father got angry saying that they were all breaking their mothers heart. the littlest sibling (tyler) ran from the room and jessica (oldest) used this as an exuse to get out of the room with this strange lady and went to get him.
when the family got home the father sent them all to thier rooms and went to his own and didn't come out only to eat for two days and he wouldn't even look at his kids.
two weeks later he was fired from his job as head chef at a local diner by dumping a bowl of hot chili on a customers head. that night he came home with a 6-pack of miller light. thats when they came aboard the flying dutchman.
two months went by and in those two months he forced the oldest (jessica) to quit school at 16 and his son (nathan) also to drop out only at 14. nathan was soon kicked out because he didn't make enough money for the whole family in one week of his first job. nathan had nothing but a guitar.
he finally made it to a little shit hole town LOADED with rednecks and sat down by a lamp post and started playing some old songs by writers like bob dylan, alman brothers, doors, ect. he managed to get by for about 5 months. he had a great voice and a great hand-made guitar. but then it started getting colder he started playing longer. from the time it got bright to the time it got dark. he had to buy a coat. eventually he got one from the salvation army. a nice pea coat with a small whole in the end of the sleeve. it came almost to his knees and it was a faded black. a week later tiny cotton balls filled the air when he was playing. he thought to him self "im going to die" that very second he grabbed the money he had, shoved it in his pocket and started running with his thumb up. he had to get to the hospital. it was the only place he would be safe. but mainly the snow motivated him to go see his mother. along the road one man stopped and gave him a ride to the hospital. it was a long an silent trip for the most part. the man only asked one question "where ya goin'?" a black cowboy hat covered his face the whole time. nathan would peek over every now-and-then to see if he could get a peek at the mans face. failure once they got there the man asked if nathan had any money. "eight dollars" nathan replied. nathan didn't know it but this man was his best customer. "here" he said "take this" and the man gave him a 20 dollar bill. "no please sir, i couldn't" "oh yes you can, you accept money from me every day" "what do you meen?" the man finnaly lifted his hat and nathan saw his face. he smiled knowing who the man was and kindly took the money. "thanks daniel" and went inside. he was nathans best customer. daniel pulled away. and drove back to the little town where he had came from. nathan went inside to finaly see his mother for the first time in almost a year. he went to the main desk and asked what room nichol dilliman was in. the womans old wrinkly face was blank as she said "one moment please" and searched on her computer for the name. her curly blonde hair bounced as she answered "there is no 'nichol dilliman' in this hospital anymore." nathans heart sank to the bottom of his stomach and his face went pale.
BeantwoordenVerwijderen"w-what do you meen?" he asked in a shaky voice "she was transfered to meadville therapudic clinic a month ago." the color returned to nathans face and he asked if she was still there. nathan felt much better knowing she went to a tharapy place rather than the cemetary. "no" once again he was white as the melting snow on his shoulders. "her family has taken her home." the lady could tell nathan cared for her. but now his heart was free of sadness. nobody game him a ride back to his home 10 miles away. that was fine by him he didn't care anymore he was going to see his mom. nathan could finally see his house the same as he had left it. he ran up to the front door and knocked on it. finally a woman answered inside "it's open" and he opened the door. the woman was not his mother nor his sister both of them had chesnut hair and this person had blue hair. nobody in his family ever wanted their hair dyed. she looked away from her pot of stew which by the way smelled amazing and she looked extreamly confused. "um, sorry to bother you but is there a nichol dilliman here?" "no...." she answered. nathans eyes for the second time in his life went from a golden brown to pitch black. "...she went to the store with my dad. who are you and why do you want to know?" nathan knew it was jessica and lept the four foot gap between them and hugged her tightly. he couldn't stop smiling. jessica on the other hand was terrified. some creeper came in, asked where her mom was and hugged her because she went to the store. "jessica i'm so glad its you!!!" nathan almost cried. "who the hell are you?!?!?!?" she screamed shaking nathan's ears. his smile faded and he asked slowly and backed away "you don't remember me?" she shook her head. he brushed his now much longer hair from his eyes and asked "you dont remember...nathan? your little br-" "NATHAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Jessica screamed and hugged him back. when nathans parents got home his dad aplologized and he apologized to his mother for not recognizing her. now she looked almost the same as before and her beutiful chesnut hair had grown back to the long normal length. the little children were now 3, 5. and 8, they all recognized nathan the second they saw him. after that the family was back to normal (in a few days). it turns out when mom came home she demanded daniel get a job, nichol get back in school, and missing posters were posted everywhere. all of this happened. but they didn't think to post anyhting 30 miles away in a little shit hole town full of rednecks where nathan slept on beches and played a guitar for 5 months. nathan went back to school and normal crept back into the family. THE END ok i really hoped you liked it it took me about an hour to write all of this. luvs ya <3
BeantwoordenVerwijderenOhhh. This is so beautiful You tell me a whole story to forget the darkness. Thanks so much and thanks for staying so long on this boat of death. Do you see that the waves of hate are getting smaller. I will feel better tonight and I will dreaam of Nathan...When you have time, please come back and tell mee more about Nathan... I like Dylan too.. Great poet...
BeantwoordenVerwijderenThe fifth day on the Flying Dutchman. Yesterday the waves became smaller because of the beautiful story of Amber. During the night the waves became larger again. Nobody speaks on the ship but you can feel each other. You can feel what the others on the ship think and feel and hope. You can feel they have no hope. The dark waves around us take all the hope away.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenhey i gotta go work right now but i'll come back later and tell you the story of Nikkie and Michael ok?
BeantwoordenVerwijderenbye <3
I love to hear the story.. The darkness touches me, so many high dark waves around me. I'll wait....
BeantwoordenVerwijderenim here and now im gonna tell you. are you familiar with the Joplin Tornado? well thats mainly what went wrong in this story.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenOn May 22, 2011 there was a 14 year old girl named Nikkie. Everyday she would get home and lay in her bed and wait for her father, Jaremy to get home. If she did the slightest thing wrong even if it wasn't her fault, like diner not being ready when he got there, the usual punishment was to be burned by a cigar. But today she felt strong. she wasn't gonna make diner. She wasn't gonna do anything for that man. Not today. She might die but oh well he would go to jail for it.
She heard the front door slam and braced herself. she was prepared to die. she could feel the vibration of his feet as he stormed up the steps. Nikkie instead of being terrified for her life was slightly glad. If she died, she would never have to come back. She smiled and he opened the door so hard hard it slammed into the wall leaving a big hole from the knob. He stated screaming just as she had expected, she rolled over on her bed to face him. No cigar. maybe he had a knife. The whole time she just heard a spray of words. She wasn't listening so she didn't hear the real reason why he was screaming. she looked into his cold black eyes to find they were not filled with the anger as always. instead they were filled to the rim with fear. this made Nikkie scared. she instantly started paying attention. sadly all she heard was " Im going to get your brother from football. DO NOT LEAVE THIS HOUSE!!!!!!!" startling yes. why was he *scared*? Nikies brother Travis was her fathers favorite. she started to think of reasons why he might have been terrified...had something happened at football? Did the cops find his pot? nothing really seamed to fit. what ever it was it couldn't be that bad. Nikkie pulled out her blue feather she was given when she was eight. If she had been paying attention, she might have heard Jaremy's warning.
A large crack of thunder shook her from her thoughts. A thunder storm! Nikkies favorite thing to watch in the world was a thunderstorm. she ran outside onto the porch to see its wonderful show. watching the clouds and lightning fight over whether it should be light or dark in the cold city was like pot for a pot head.
then the most fearful noise in tornado valley screamed in her ears. her eyes went from a bright pink to a sickening orange and she felt like she was gonna die right there on the porch. and for the first time in 6 years Nikkie Dropp spoke two almost silent words that were written by fear himself. "tornado.....siren......" and she bolted upstairs before the next flash of lightning. she grabbed her magical blue feather and a blanket and her pillow and shot down the hall knocking something off of the wall. at the top of the steps she did not slow down. she mistakenly went faster and tripped on part of the blanket that had been dangling by her feet. crashing down the curving steps she smashed into the raining, broke it, and dropped the last five feet. she didn't know it at first but in the process she managed to split open her head and break her leg. when she tried to get up she fell and hit her head off of the cold kitchen tile. pain shot through her entire body enough to make her face turn a different shade of white. Nikkie had never screamed in her life. this pain shook her house and her next door neighbor, Michael heard her cry of pain. this was all the energy she had left. the last thing she remembered was something smashing the door. lights out.
BeantwoordenVerwijdereninstead of the tornado, it turned out to be Michael. he smashed the door with a sledgehammer and found Nikkie laying in a puddle of blood. he slowly and carefully put her onto the blanket and put the pillow under her head and began to carry her into the basement. Nikkie was Michael's only friend at the time and Michael was Nikkies only friend. Every friend Michael had ever had had died. and out of all of them Nikkie was the best. he wasn't going to let her die too. he put her on the floor and scooted the pool table over top of her to keep all of the debris from crushing them. then he layed there with her and started to cry and pray for her to be okay. he closed his eyes and waited.
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after about 20 minutes of screaming wind and the sound of houses being torn apart, all of the noise stopped instantly. this was the time of death in a tornado. some people say death stops the tornado for a few seconds so he can easily [ass in order to get to the people. Michael closed his eyes and prayed.
the house was swept from the foundation rolled in to a ball in the air and fell apart on top of the pool table. 5 minutes passed before Michael opened his eyes. was it gone? he waited before he tried to get out. he looked around his cage of debris and then down at Nikkie. light was being shown on her face. could it be an angel? no, it was a hole in the cage where light passed. hope quickly started to rebuild in his heart. he moved Nikkie to the other side and kicked the hole. it got bigger. he kicked again. even bigger he kept kicking until the hole was big enough for him to carry Nikkie through. when he picked her up, something fell from her hand. a feather. Michael picked it up and put it back in her cold, white hand. Michael set her down and put up two beams and decided the only way he would get her out of the whole that used to be a basement was to use the ends of the nails and walk up them. He picked up him dying friend and started walking. when he was almost at the top his foot slipped. a thousand thoughts went through his mind and he caught himself in probably the most painful way. on the only nail in the two beams sticking straight up. he looked down to find it poking through his shoe covered in blood. he could handle it though. he ripped his foot from the nail and continued up the beams when he finally made it to the top he stood and stared. he could see for miles. but the only thing to see was that the entire city of Joplin, Missouri had been wiped from the face of earth. he limped his way to the road and started screaming. "HELLO, SOMEBODY, ANYBODY!! PLEASE!" all he got was the sound of a brick tumbling down the pile that used to be the school. he started to cry again. A little voice inside of him told him he had to keep going nomatter how much it hurt. he had to keep moving. For Nikkie...For love.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenMichael stood up. and started running. every time his foot hit the ground it hurt more and more. he didn't care he loved Nikkie to the extent of his heart and soul. he kept runnig until he seen somebody. a police officer, with a car! he was searching for any survivors. he called out to the man " HEY! Mr. police officer , hey! you gotta help me!!" the officer turned to him startled and ran to get Nikkie. "god damn, whats happ-" he was going to ask whats happened. really? that was the stupidest time to ask that question.
the man took Nikkie and put her in the back. not noticing Michael standing there growing a small puddle of blood under his foot. "thank you so much..." he told the man. the cop looked at him again thinking he was already int he car "well what the hell you doin' still standing there?" asked the cop "get in. Michael was in the back floorboard before the cop closed his door. and they were off. Michael kept saying little prayers for her to be ok and holding on to her so she didn't move. soon they were meeting an ambulance in the middle of the road. the cop opened the door and Michael jumped out and grabbed Nikkie and carried her and set her on he stretcher. they put her in the vehicle but before they closed the doors Michael asked: "um.. can i ride back there.. with her?" a man in the back with a had seemed to be in charge and told him he could. he jumped into the back and they drove away. "the back of her head is split open and her leg is broken." the man with the hat removed the blanket. "is she always this pale?" he asked in a very stern tone " yes shes albino." replied michael. another man with a black mustache took the feather from her hand "leave it." said michael with the Don't-make-me-kick-your-ass-face and mr. mustache put it back. Michael knew that was the only thing keeping her alive.
BeantwoordenVerwijdereneventually they pulled up to a hospital miles away from joplin and took her too a room and closed the curtain. Michael went into the waiting room when a nurse came by and noticed his foot. he had forgotten all about his silly little foot. michaels foot was sewed up and Nikkie eventually woke up. today they are both in perfect health but both had scares left from that day. both of their scares are hidden. Nikkies by pants and hair, and Michaels by a shoe. Michael turned eighteen three weeks after they left the hospital. they live with Michaels aunt in a valley in kentucky. mainly because tornadoes pretty much bounce off of the hills there.
hope you liked it. i'm gonna try to write you a shorter one tomorrow
goodnight <3
Aaww. This is so beautiful You tell me a whole story to forget the darkness. Thanks you so much and thanks for staying so long on this boat of death. Today again the waves of hate and darkneess are getting smaller. I will feel better tonight and I will dream of Nikki, Michaael and tornados ...When you have time, please come back and tell mee more about Nikki and Michael (beautiful name like an Angel). I'm so glad I was never in a Tornado...
BeantwoordenVerwijderenoh and btw her dad was never found and her brother hated her and went to live with his girlfriend :/
BeantwoordenVerwijderenthey were both jerks though
shes better off without them
Thank you so much for sharing the story with me. Did you see that the waves are not so high anymore.... I will feel better tonight.... Thanks...
BeantwoordenVerwijderenToday is the sixth day on the Flying Dutchman. Last night I had a wonderful dream about a wild rain forest filled with magical birds. The sounds of the singing birds was so magical and so powerful. They made your heart cry. Then suddenly a huge cloud of screaming black eagles fell from high in the sky into the beautiful rainforest and all the old beautiful trees were set into fire. The magical birds started to burn and they all died in screaming voices.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenThen I woke up on the “Flying Dutchman” and I heard that the screaming sound was coming from the lost souls floating on the tops of the high dark waves of the ocean around us.
ok i'm home and this is the shortest story i could think of today. its not that short. i wanted to tell you the begining this morning but that was an epic fail. (epaleptic snail) so now you gotta read it all tonight. not really you can read it in the morning or in a million years idc :)but it is kinda sad so be prepared
BeantwoordenVerwijderenabout 3 years ago there were two people shunned by society named Alexis and Tyler. they had no friends. they went to the same school and were in the same grade and even had some of the same classes together. yet they didn't know each other.
one day after school Tyler was pedaling his bike as fast as he could to escape the biggest bully in school ( Seth Hall) it was march so there was still some ice here and there and in march (i dont know about where you live but where i live ) it gets dark not that long after school gets out. the sun was already starting to set then. eventually Tyler could no longer hear the sound of his enemy panting for breath behind him. he looked over too see if he was following him still and to his amazement, no. Seth was no where to be found. The little people in Tylers head started doing a little happy dance. Tyler had been staring behind his shoulder way too long. (about 5 seconds) so he turned around to find the chick from English, Geography, and Integrated Science crossing the alley in front of him. "FUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Said the little people. Tyler swerved his bike but still hit her and was sent flying over his handlebars he went up and eventually came back down and slid across the pavement tearing a hole in his new t-shirt sleeve and in his shoulder. he didn't know it but his bike was air born too. Tyler lifted his head and started to get up to see if the girl was okay when *SMACK!* The bike had came back down and the frame met his face and Tyler was sent away from earth.
Alexis has laying on the ground not totally sure what had just happened. she lifted her head to find Tyler sprawled out on the ground and bleeding from his forehead, nose and shoulder. Alexis franticly got up and checked him for a pulse. he had one so she dragged him and set him against a wall and grabbed his book bag and bike and pulled them up to the wall too. she pulled out a bandana from her bag and ripped it in half. Tyler twitched a little when she put it around his forehead and shoulder. now it was dark enough you could barely see. she huddled closer to Tyler fearing he would get cold, and accidently fell asleep waiting for him to wake up.
afew hours later when the stars were looking down on them Alexis woke up to find nostrils and a smile in front of her. she got up and Tyler was awake. still smiling he said in a sweet voice "Thanks..for not leaving me here alone. and for the pieces of bandana..." alexis laughed alittle "thanks for running me over." she said with a smile. Tyler knew she was joking "ya.. sorry about that. i was being chased."
BeantwoordenVerwijderen"Seth Hall?"
"yep" "figures, he has a grudge on everyone..."
there was along awkward silnce between the two of them when Tyler finally spoke "oh! i'm Tyler Rhoads by the way :)"
"Alexis Mitchel. nice to remeet you." they both laughed. Tyler and Alexis talked for about twenty minutes before they actually relized it had been dark the whole time. " holy crap, i gotta go!" said Alexis standing up and grabbing her bag "yeah i better too.." he grabbed his bag and bike and asked " want me to walk you home?" "yeah sure, theres alot of creepers out here at night..." they talked all the way to Alexis's apartment laughing and joking and not having a care in the world. "Good thing my moms on a business trip, i'd never live this down." said alexis as she dug in her pocket for her key. "my key! its gone!" she was turning different colors when Tyler asked "you wanna crash at my place? my parents never care about anything really" "you sure i'd be allowed?" she asked still not her normal shade of pink. "yeah, sure, come on."
Alexis and tyler learned that they could have been best friends in the whole world. they went to the same school, same age, same personality, same interests, and most of all, they only lived two blocks away!
im gonna finish tommorow my computer just deleted the rest and i dont want to type it again. sorrry :P
BeantwoordenVerwijderenbut i decided on a new name to describe your poems. its a combo of beautiful, uplifting, and inspiring. it is called:
steminslight ( stem-in-slite)
-because your words seem to brach out like a wonderful tree of beauty, (Stem)
-your always wrighting some thing to make people feel good and bring them closer to the light (light)
-also,whether you know it or not your inspiring people to do something. maybe to become president or to help an old person in a nursing home. (ins (short for inspiring))
-last but not least, everytime you write something you give some slight information about who you really are, besides a name with pretty hair and a cute face (slight)
Thanks... I'm in deep silence...You made me think. Thinking about the power of poems. Because I see now that you are growing. Your stories are getting more layers. More power to touch the people. It's really a beautiful story. It feels like you are really on this boat now. Maybe for a few minutes and the darkness of the waves around you challenge you to grow. To become stronger. To become more powerful. Like people grow so much more in hard times than in easy times. It is very beautiful. I would love it to read all the books you will write later.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenAnd maybe when you are a hundred years old and you are writing your last book, you will remember the dark waves around the "Flying Dutchman" which inspired you to fight against the darkness and to give the people “hope”.
oh my god thank you so much that really meant alot. and the first book i write i will definatly dedicate to you because you have inspired me and gave me hope. you also kept saying how i was really special and nobody ever tells me that. i wish sometimes that you would come out of nowhere and rescue me from my life, or at least from the people in it. thank you. :') I'm never gonna forget you
BeantwoordenVerwijderenI can only reflect what you are. I see a writer in you of very special books. I'm looking forward already to read them...Every writer or poet has to go through a difficult time. That makes him or her so special.....
BeantwoordenVerwijdereni love you so much. you're the first person to actually complement me for pretty much anything since i was eight and my mom told me i was a good artist. i could kiss you! (but that would be wierd, to you, wouldn't it?) and you're the first person in this world i think that actually thinks i can do stuff in my life. everyone else thinks i'm a useless idiot. you have faith in me and you keep making me cry, but it's the kind that have hidden smiley faces in the tears. thank you Ibelieve Onlyinlove.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenbut you are special too. you opened my eyes to things, whereas alot of other stuff shuts them. i'm not gonna ask what hard time(s) you went through, i think i already know one of them and i really have a thing about respecting other peoples personal buisness. nobody likes to talk about it for the most part. but i think you should fill a book with poems, or a story. i know both of them would be good. mabey i can help you, i can illistrate. and whenever i fix my camera im gonna post some pics for you. two pictures i drew are of you.
<3 bye bye
Thanks for your wonderful words... The night falls on the "Flying Dutchman" I am alone again. I feel the darkness of the high dark waves around me. This is the 7th day. I start to like the waves. They are so alive. They are filled with the sadness of the world. I feel now how special the “Flying Dutchman” is. It sails on the boundaries.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenThe boundaries between earth and hell. But it sails also on the boundaries between hell and heaven and it sails on the boundaries between earth and heaven. I feel the waves and the waves feel me. I feel in the waves the sadness of the world. I feel the wars, the pain, the killing, the dying people. But I also feel their love, their happiness, their joy... The Flying Dutchman sails on the boundaries between earth and the spiritual world.....
please let me take your place...i like you being happy not sad and i can handle sadness. you seem to pretty much be dodging your own bullet for the most part too.... i had a dream about you last night...you made me feeel so happy being there,in a tiny little cafe with a gas station across the street. and then you grew chains from your foot with a big iron steak at the end and you were forced to stay in a small town cafe with no people. there was no way to get into your prison. i tried smashing the glass door with an ax, and with my body but nothing worked so i came to the door and wrote notes to you every day all day.i tried as hard as i could to make you happy and to get you out of your darkness realm. i even slept by the doors and got food from the gas station across the street. after 2 days i started to get really scared because your darknesss was getting thicker. one day woke up and you were gone. darkness filled the room and i could no longer see you. i was almost killed with sadness because i had no clue where i was, how i got here,, or most of all, if you were ok. i started crying just like you've been making me the past few days, exept these were tears of pain and heart brokenness. before i knew it i was being sucked into the darkness and i grew even more chains than you had. two around my ankles, wrists and one one around my neck. i kept trying to break free.without success i noticed that the darkness did not touch me. instead it left about a foot gap between me and its self. this helped me i think because that second i broke the chain on one of my wrists and reached out into the darkness. i could barely see you sitting on your lonely stool. i kept yelling your name but you could not hear me. the darkness mufled my screams. so i reached even harder. as i pulled on my other chains another one on my wrist broke. each time i tried to reach you i would fall down onto the cold floor due to lack of ballance. i told my self that i wasn't going to give up until i died. i tried my hardest and broke a chain around my ankle. i could almost touch you. i looked down at your chain. you still had some slack on it, if you were to lean back an inch or so on your stool i could have touched you. but you didn't. you sat there hard as a stone. i knew i had to help you or i would die here sad and terrified for you. i had to do it....for love. the last two chains broke and i lurched forward and gave you a hug. the darkness ran out of the room screaming. your chain broke and suddenly there were people again, laughing, joking and having a really good time. i don't know why you got sad, but i knew you weren't anymore because of me. now i feel like you should leave your burden with me and fly away. please. <3
BeantwoordenVerwijderenThis dream really touched my heart. You are now really on the “Flying Dutchman”. Because you can really feel me. You are in contact with the waves. I really loved a girl with everything I was. One night I met her in the spiritual world and I knew she had committed suicide. That was what you saw in the dream. That's a hidden part of me I normally don't speak about.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenYou are so gifted. I am looking forward already to read your beautiful books. Because you can really feel the people. And that’s what you need to become a writer. You need to feel their pain, their love, their hope. Your describing was amazing. You saw a part of me that nobody sees. You were really in contact with the waves…
No, I don’t let you alone on the “Flying Dutchman” The waves would close and bring deep into the magic world. I don’t want that for you. But I am lucky that I met an amazing gifted writer who will be able to write books in the future that will touch people’s heart.
thanks...but sorry to hear about your friend...i didn't know i stabbed a scar...but thanks, i never thought about being a writer until the other day when you said i was gonna write beautiful books. i always wanted to own a resturant (You get free food if you ever come) in kentucky by my family. im still gonna go and try to do that though. but it sucks because everyone wants me to do something different. my art teacher wants me to be an art teacher, michael thinks i should be a comedian, my brother thinks im gonna get drafted into national womens basketball, my momm wanted me to have amillion kids and live on wellfare (amazing life huh?)and my dad wants me to become the worlds greatest hunter (never gonna happen) but you aren't telling me what i will do. your telling me what would be nice to do. giving a suggestion. thank you.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenthat dream really scared me though, it all seemed so real and i thought you were gonna die. then i would be trapped in there forever with even more chains binding me.
but im sorry i haven't told you the last of the most recent story. i've been feeling kinda sick the past few days...:P today i felt a little better until a kid at school elbowed my stomach as hard as he possibly could. (by "accident" though). i'll try and write in the morning.
and i keep forgetting to tell you i wont be here most of the day on october 6th if i am at all. i entered a 5K face for breast cancer so i get to run 5 miles in the rain. (yayyyy!!) but i like the rain when i do stuff like that...
and i understand your concern for me and you not wanting me to be alone on the "Flying Dutchman" in fear of something terrible happening. i can think of alot of people that would be like "oh ok here ya go!" and fly away. but even if you were to do that it would make me happy because you wouldn't be there. and as long as you said about one nice word to me everyday even something as simple as "hi" i would survive on the ship of death.
one more thing before i tell you to go to sleep,
you're not the only one who is lucky to have met an amazing gifted writer. the only difference is the one that i met is already touching peoples hearts and souls.
goodnight <3 ibelieve
Thanks. You are always so happy. I really love that. Like a colored bird flying over the dark waves and making a lost soul on a ghost ship happy with a song. Great that you are running 5 km in the rain for cancer. That's really something. It is so powerful to think about other people. That makes us so much more connected.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenI just posted on my wall a song from Simon & Carfunkel. I love the first sentence:
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
That feels so like this boat. The darkness becomes a friend for me. I feel the waves like I am part of it.
thanks to think of me as a happy person, normally i am but people don't seem to notice. you are the main reason i have been so happy lately. sometimes i'll think of you and just start smiling without even knowing it. i think of you alot in science class because i really dont understand anything the teacher says. i gotta go to school now, thanks and btw the song rocks
BeantwoordenVerwijderen<3 bye
Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk to you again....
BeantwoordenVerwijderenI love this sentence from Simon & Carfunkel. The sentence really fits me. That's how I feel with the waves...
Thanks for your nice words and your happiness. When the waves are high and dark and you come by, it feels like a little happy sun shining over the waves and the whole ship lightens up...
i make you feel like that because you make me feel like that. today was horrible. i lost all of my homework, i got hit in the face with a kick ball in gym and my nose started to bleed, everyone was in the mood to make me feel like shit, my friend went home because she hit her head REALLY HARD, i couldn't do my homework because it's sitting on the top of my locker, i choked on a blow pop, dakota wier (ass hole) bushed logan hamilton (really nice) and made him break his saxophone and made fun of his piano music, then i got a retraining packet because i punched him in the face, i lost my glasses, (i found them a few minutes ago) i am hungry as shit and all there is to eat in my house is ham (ew) and worst of all, me and nathan were dancing on the stage in the cafeteria for no reason at all when two seniors pushed us off and my nose started to bleed again and he got a cuncusion. but i'm okay with all of that now because im talking to you. and you always make me feel good when i've had a bad day. thanks <3
BeantwoordenVerwijderenI am sorry to hear that you had a difficult day. At these days it feels good to go to the spiritual world and experience the beauty of it. It has no boundaries. All what you can imagine is there. Imagine birds you have never seen before. Imagine music that was never heard before. Because in the spiritual world.... Whatever you imagine comes to you....
BeantwoordenVerwijderensome days i just wish i could stay there longer. but i know i f i do, i'm missing another minute i could talk to you. tonight i won't be here long. as soon as it gets dark, im going to sleep. that would be about one in the morning where you are. but i have a question i've been wondering about. what season is it where you live? it might seem like a wierd question to ask, but it's been bothering me...alot
BeantwoordenVerwijderenits early here and i'm not that creative when i first wake up so im gonna leave.
goodbye <3
In Holland now it is autumn. During Christmas it is 16 hours dark (from 4.00 h.a.m. till 8.00 h.p.m.) and 8 hours light. I like that time.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenYou never have to write O.K.? Only when you really have time and would like to write. I'm always fine and I like the ship. It becomes part of me and I become part of it . The waves around the "Flying Dutchman" become my thoughts. That feels good. The waves feel really old and powerful....
i know i don't have to write, i just really like to write to you.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenyour so nice and you actually write back and in a really positive way.
but really weird things were happening today. 1 of them was pretty nice but the other two were kinda scary. the first one was in reading class. we talked about our upcoming book report and peer pressure. mr. bailey (my reading teacher) stresses peer pressure alot. today in the middle of class he took one of my classmates had so she wouldn't fall and told her to stand on her chair. he asked how it felt ect. ect. then we all got to stand on her chair and she wasn't as embarassed as before because she wasn't the only one. #2. the first bad thing. i was in shop and evan, an o.k. kid in my math class let me use the saw before him so i could cut something really small off off a race car im making. i cut it and went to the sander to sand the rough edge. normally nothing ever happens in shop with me, so i thought it was a close call when i sanded the tips of 3 of my finger nails off by accident. i didn't think much of it until about two minutes later when i left to go get a drink. this type of saw looks almost like a sewing machine. its blade is very rugged, and mr. wiliams, the shop teacher explained in the beginning of the year that if you were to get your finger caught in it, it would take some time to cut it completely off,because it cuts slowly and rough. i came back and for some reason i felt the urge to look at evan. the second i did, nathan hit the emergency button. the emergency button shuts evreything that plugs into the wall (discluding the lights)off. blood was all over evans face. his finger had gotten caught in the blade and sucked into the machine. it took my shop teacher about 5 minutes to get his finger pulled from the machine. he walked out of the room, "stay here, don't move." he called behind his shoulder. i hid in the back of the room and started drawing. it wasn't to long before tears were falling on my paper. what had i done? had i caused this? lots of thoughts were burning little wholes into my brain. am i really evil? evan was eventually ok, but i didn't want to see his finger. the nurse had wrapped a bandage around it and it had already started bleeding through that the next period, about 20 minutes after...
#3, even worse. i was going to communications class 8th period, when a girl was freaking out because she couldn't find a pencil. i reached into my hat pocket and gave her my pencil. she was one of michaels friends, and i didn't know her that well. the rest of the day was normal (minus ninth period when sparkles sat next to me in the library and we had a spit wad contest). i was going back to my locker to retrieve my homework when the same girl i had given the pencil to was lying on the ground with 2 E.M.T.'s yelling people to get back. i ran to nathan and asked what had happened. he said it was a seisure, and that these were common with her.
do you think theres something wrong with me?...or was it all just a coincidence? i'm starting to get scared...
You're more in the spiritual world now. And then it is important to stay calm. Like the water in a lake reflects all the light when it is calm. In the same way you reflect all kind of attacks by staying calm.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenNo, you are not responsible. But when you are more in the spiritual world, you feel more. Also things that are coming. Because they always first happen in the spiritual world. When you get further in this, you can start to use it to help people and to warn them for what you feel is coming. But never predict that this or that will happen. Never do that. Only warn somebody to keep him or her safe.
Always remember that you are never responsible for what’s going to happen. You can feel things that are going to happen. But you cannot make them happen. You can use that feeling by giving people a friendly advice. And people who need your help will be moving towards to you when you are more in the spiritual world. You will slowly be connected in the spiritual world by the power of love. That’s a protection force that you can send to people who need help.
Never use drugs or alcohol when you are in the spiritual world. Because that disturbs your balance. Balance is everything in the spiritual world.
O.K., thanks that calmed me down alot, when ever i need to know some thing about anything like this, i'll just turn to you. you do know alot. and i'll never do drugs or alcohol, i've seen what they can do to people. i don't want it. i will stay balanced.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenthank you <3
i think im gonna go take a nap.
i'm really tired...
im gonna get back to the story. its been almost 10 days....wow....
BeantwoordenVerwijderentyler leaned his bike on the stairs and opened the door. neither of them could see much right off the rip, but after a few short moments, tyler could see a plate of sandwiches on the counter. only two. he gave one to alexis and ate his in 5 bites. they didn't talk much in fear of waking his parents. when they were done tyler took alexis' hand and led her down the hallway into his room. he told her to stay here while he changed.
she stood by the wall on the other side of the room looking around. she started to drift off when she sat on his chair in the corner. in a few minutes, warm hands wrapped around her and tylers lips told her: "shhh..be silent" and he picked her up from her half-asleep chair and carried her to the bed. he layed her down and wispered into her ear"go to sleep..." and kissed her on her cheek. alexis smiled and went to sleep...
i didn't write much because i took a shower in the middle of writing and i wanted to end at that night. so i'll write more probably tomorrow. see you later, im gonna go to bed now.
bye bye <3
Beautiful. Take your time. Stories have to grow. Never force them. You come by now for almost ten days. Do you start to feel the waves when you come by? Imagination is everything. The whole world is a thin layer of reality. By imagination you make that layer a little bit more flexible.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenthat is so true......today after school i relized that u must make conversation when your riding in any vehicle that nathans driving. if there is an awkward silence...or any kind of silence, he will slam on the breaks and shout "break check!" it scared me at first but he did it about five times so by the end it wasn't as scary....but i know im safe with nathan...sometimes i wonder though...
BeantwoordenVerwijdereni just want to let u know, you gotta be in a good mood to read this. i started to tell u the story and didn't want to finish but i have to. i had to stop writing a few times because i was crying. be prepared.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenTwo years went by, they graduated high school, moved in together, and got engaged.
(prepare for EXTREME sadness)
on September 9, 2011, their house was broken into. tyler got a bat and went downstairs. he was shot 5 times in the chest. he died on the first gunshot. alexis' eyes filled with a mixture of fear, anger, and sadness. she knew tyler would never return to her. she grabbed the shirt he had been wearing the day he crashed into her and ran into the bathroom. she locked the door and hid under the sink. she heard footsteps coming up the stairs and into the bedroom. and then they were behind the door. the murderer smashed the door with one kick.
alexis jumped out of the cabinet and punched him in the forehead, hard enough to knock him out and break her hand. alexis didn't know it at the time, but she had been shot. twice.
she didn't relize she was staring death in the face until after she called the cops. she looked behind her to make sure the man who had killed her first and only love was still laying there. he was, but that's when she noticed the trail of blood leading strait to her. that's when she felt the pain.
today Alexis Mitchel has a clean bill of health. she says that sometimes she wishes she was dead, that the man who killed tyler would have killed her too. that way she wouldn't have to keep living her life without Tyler.
in her living room is a framed almand brothers t-shirt with a hole in the shoulder, and a blood stain. at the top of the frame says:
"there are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept,
things we don't want to know but have to learn,
and people we can't live without,
but have to let go."
i saw alexis the other day,
she's far from the girl me and tyler knew.
but i still love her like i did back then. i can always manage to put a smile on her face, even if i have to stand behind her back and pull her lips into a smile. i miss the real alexis. sometimes i think something in there really did die when she heard the first gun shot.
She doesn't wear v-necks because she wants to hide her scars. Little does she know the biggest scar she has is still showing.
Awwwwww….. What a beautiful story................ You make me silent and touched my heart. It's really very beautiful and so good you waited with writing. Because beauty only touches perfection at the end....
BeantwoordenVerwijderenthanks, but was yesterday friday the thirteenth in holland? that rly confused me cuz it was saturday the 13th here....
BeantwoordenVerwijderenNo it wasn't. But I just liked the poem that I once wrote on a friday the thirteenth...I am having a short vacation of two days (tuesday and wednesday) and then I am back. Have a wonderful time.....XD
BeantwoordenVerwijderenu 2, see u then :)
BeantwoordenVerwijderenI'm very sorry to see that you are in so much pain....It realy hurts me because I know how true and how honest you are. Remember who you are in the soul world because that's what you really are...
BeantwoordenVerwijderenYour heart hurts becasue it shows you how you can heal your pain. Through your heart. That's how you reach your soul. That's where you talk to your soul. That's where you find comfort, safety and love from your own soul who is so powerful and so strong that nobody can do you any harm...
that helped..alot...thank you.
BeantwoordenVerwijderenbut how did you know i have been in pain?
and im sorry i havent been on in awhile..its a long story. i will tell you later..maybe tomorow if i can...
That was so clear. When you say: I want to die.... And then you disappear. I was really worried...And I am very happy that you are back...
BeantwoordenVerwijderenyes, i guesss that was kind of a dead give away...but the events were completely unrelated. I'm sorry i worried you..please don't worry. if anything ever happens to me, you will know. and i promise i will never commit suicide. yes, sometimes it seems like i want to die, but i could never leave the people like you alexis and conner that have made my life go from the bottom of hell to just under heaven. and no it is not the same alexis that was engaged to Michael, this alexis is more....something. she's definatly shorter and beautiful but there's something else too...im not sure..i seen her the other day in the spirit world and she looked all sad and lonely until i came, then she lit up like a christmas tree...sometimes i wonder if behind the smile she's screaming in agony....hmmm...
BeantwoordenVerwijderenMe and Connor have been talking allot lately, hes really funny
BeantwoordenVerwijderenmaybe one day you can talk to him too
you would like him, its hard not to