The Soul’s Journey (Part 1 of 2) - Science Fiction is Literature
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The Soul’s Journey
The following has been recreated partially from the diaries kept by my Mother, while the rest is strictly from memory.
It all started when I was a young child. I had been having night screams for some time, and my parents had tried everything to cure me of my unsettling condition. Doctors, psychologists, and whatever other types of medical professionals I had been to see; were all unable to offer me any relief. A friend of the family had mentioned that there was an experimental treatment option coming up that involved spiritual and medical treatment regimens to individuals suffering from psychological problems like mine. My parents were at wits end so they decided to give it a try and see if it could help.
When we first arrived at the facility we were met by a woman named Sarah. I remember that she had a glow about her that no one else seemed to have. She explained to us that she would be my personal counselor during the treatments. She went on to tell us that the program consisted of three stages, the first being sessions where they would teach me meditation techniques, and use ultrasonic sound wave therapy while I meditated, which would condition my mind in preparation for the other two stages. The second stage would involve deep meditation; and more intense sound wave and hypnotic therapies, which were supposed to allow them to discover the root of my disturbance. Stage three would be more of the same therapies and ultimately allow me to face my demons and be cured of my affliction. Of course, my parents asked many questions about the process and about the safety of the treatments, and after being assured that the process was safe, they asked me what I thought. I said that it sounded like fun, and wanted to try it, so they signed the papers and set up the appointments. Each session lasted three hours, and each stage consisted of three sessions per week for three weeks.
Sarah was there to meet us when we arrived for that first session. She was extremely helpful and I remember being at ease around her right away. She had a way of just making a person relax and feel at ease. During those first nine sessions, I was just learning and practicing meditation in this small room, with Sarah as my teacher. There was an energy that you could feel in the room, they said it was the sound waves, but I think it was more than that.
I was entered into a hypnotic state during deep meditation before the log would begin for each session. I don’t know why but only my words are recorded, I’m sure I remember Sarah asking me questions, but I’m not sure of what they were. The following is a dialog of my verbal communications during the hypnotic meditation sessions.
“I was only 41 but I hadn’t been feeling well for some time so I was worried about my health. I decided to go to the doctor so I set up an appointment. The truth be known I didn’t actually call them; my wife Julia did. I went to the appointment, and they ran what seemed like a hundred tests, then they sent me home with some medicine. A few days later they called me and told me that something didn’t look right on some of my tests results, so they referred me to a specialist. (Long pause) when they told me I didn’t have much time (I sob for a moment). I can feel Julia’s pain, and her heartache, and her anger at God for all that he’d taken from us. More than anything she was angry, she never showed it but she was angry with God for taking our three children and leaving us with nothing, and now she was blaming God for my illness. I don’t know why I didn’t tell her that she can’t be mad at God. It’s my fault; I should have told her. (Long pause) I’m in the hospital; Julia is at my side trying to comfort me during my last moments of life. I love her so much. I can feel my body as it becomes weightless, and the world begins to glow. I can see my body in the bed beneath me and Julia is crying. I am with God now he has given me the knowledge of the world; I am limitless, in a heaven more spectacular than imagination. I now understand that I have a choice; a choice to stay here in heaven for all eternity or return with the slightest chance of letting Julia know that she can’t be mad at God. She can’t be because I chose my own fate. I was given complete control of every moment of my life before I was even born. That is a choice God gives to all of his children. I chose to be born again.”
This is part one of a two part series. I will be publishing the second half in the near future, so stay tuned.
The preceding was a short science fiction or fantasy story about the journey of a soul, in response to the question; "Do you consider Science Fiction and Fantasy to be literature?" I know I believe that these kinds of books are literature. If The Adventures of Huckleberry Fin and A Christmas Carol are considered literature why wouldn't Sci-Fi or fantasy books be. None of this story is true nor are any of the ideas expressed or characters depicted an exemplification of reality. Thank you for reading and God Bless.
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