Woman with Blue Eyes-chapter one

naration of an out of body experience.adding this as a chapter to my compiled book on Astral experiences

Woman with Blue Eyes A Story by Eclipsing Moon-blood red I worked at the Hospital in the geriatrics ward. Many times at night the specters of the lost souls and long dead would visit my mind and spirit, and I ...only wanting to comfort their wanderings; consoled them in their confusion and loss. But the one who followed and showed the most need was the woman with the blue eyes. Imagine that the only thing of color was her eyes. The rest shades of grey and black...even her clothes from the 1800's were colorless, without exact form and only her eyes were clearly visible , those strange luminescent blue eyes, seeking …Something. The prescience was usually felt just around 3am ...first it settled in like tendrils of smoke or dense fog. Then her outline became the form, the shape in my peripheral vision. As she materialized in form shimmering below the waist, her thoughts became quite clear. She was looking for the man in the red waistcoat. Her vision of him hung in the air like a sign from the times, a tavern sign reading the Unicorn Inn. It unfurled a flag as well of the gentry of that age, marking where the Duke had lodgings for his compatriots, a safe place to stay while doing the Kings business. At this point I surmised that the lack of color in her surroundings was due to the time span she was reaching from, and that it may have been difficult for her to remember the exactness of the Inn. I had heard that the amount of energy the poltergeist had to expend was exponentially in contrast to the time elapsed …and the age of the materializations. Hence…the older the time the more difficult to produce the shared vision, but the intensity of the Blue Eyes …was evidently a marker in their emotions. At this point in time I succumbed to the insistent prodding’s to my psyche. She and He had unfinished business, or rather let me say they had continued roles to play in each- others Karmic lives. I postulated that the two were interlinked in either a love affair or other strong link that had been severed suddenly without knowledge or time to complete the bonds. In the astral realm I questioned Her, and this story came forward.   He was a swordsman in the kings service, looking like and behaving much as the three musketeers image we have in our memories. He met her in the tavern and was attracted to her immediately. The out of place blue eyes , so striking on an Auburn haired woman. Her laughter like the tinkling of small silver bells in a kissing breeze, won his heart many times over. She, the attraction came slower, noticing something special in his manner towards her. He surmised she was from the North of Spain by her petite build and stature, and the blue eyes more sign of the aristocracy .   Passing of time only made the feelings stronger, and they grew to anticipate the arrival of the third weeks of the suns settings , a time when he was there for the policing of the properties and the collection of the King’s holdings. The days were spent in work , but the nights were spent in walks and talks of the kingdoms and villages she had no knowledge of and he having much , enthralled her heart in the King’s pursuit there. Time came when the Inn Keeper had no money to pay and he needed to return with the King’s portion or be severely chastened for his lack of duty. She was offered as payment and He, knowing their hearts ,accepted but only staged acceptance in the sight of all, and paid the wages from his purse. This point in time is where her story to Me begins and where her memories tell of the astral spirit travels they had, and the growing together they began into a joined spiritual being. Each night they joined in the cosmos and traveled and learned each of the other. He his knowledge of the Kings properties and holdings, which were vast, sharing these spaces and friends over centuries of fellowship and She the Spanish way of knowledge , once founded in the Catholic priests occult knowledge that was secreted in the books of truths, kept for the noble families of the Crusades and the Chalice of the Church. These self same Crusades were the undoing of their centuries of joining, and in one sacking of the township, She was lost to him, he feared forever. Not So, for their joining and growth had brought them together , so close to together , that her wanderings and quests had found My spirit to assist....more to come as it is revealed...

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[Ian Faraway]

Interesting. A lot of spelling errors but other than that I'm, well...intrigued about this Woman with Blue Eyes. Do tell more!!!

[?]

oh well now Im intrigued. I do hope you post more to this soon.
Cant wait to read the rest

The eyes tell such great stories, dont they?

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

I was completely absorbed into this story. I couldnt stop reading. It was like something from Alfred Hitchcock. I loved it. The suspense and intrigue was in perfect harmony.

[J.V. Stanley]

Quite intriguing concept and I'd like to see how this pans out. Its eerie and haunting and has that type of allure that isn't malevolent, at least yet. I'm not sure as to whether or not you will romanticize the concept or if you'll add a bit more of the macabre to it. A wonderful start though that has me hooked!

[Chris]

Flawless...

[Christy Sargent]

Well...my mother had one blue eye and one green eye. Naturally my only sister has blue eyes and I, of course, have green eyes. Aside from that...I am a Hospice volunteer. I once asked the Hospice nurses on the Hospice wing at the hospital if they believed angels and ghosts lived on the wing. "Oh yes," they said. Boy do I have some stories. Very nice piece.