Chapter 1. Kindred Spirits

He felt himself flying effortlessly through what looked like a tropical paradise or Utopia. There was even music to comfort him with a swaying, relaxing melody as he started to roll and move earthward. He is thinking this is Earth as he continues to roll. He begins to notice a wheat field then he flies lower; now he is zooming along with his arms outstretched through plush vegetation and undergrowth. The entire place looks perfect but as he flies just above the field he begins to pan the landscape and he begins to suspect something is off. The melody in his head begins to pick up on the tempo. Much like traveling through a cornfield maze, he holds his arms to his side and continues to fly through the plush vegetation. He begins to make quick switches and take sharp 90 degree turns and he hears a peak in the music for every turn. The colors seem different but his speed doesn’t allow him to focus on the unusual plants. He gets a quick glimpse of something different in his peripheral vision and the music sharpens with the suspicious growth. The odd branch and some of the plant life look somewhat foreign as he builds speed, keeping with the tempo of the music. He tries to follow the oddity but he is traveling too fast to actually focus in. As he continues to fly there are less turns but an increased speed. Just as he seems to be able to track one of the rare plants he begins to rise quickly above the terrain. He tries with great effort to look back toward the plant life as he is drawn upward and away from the ground. He can make out a huge fern with numerous types of fruit growing from the stemmed center. The initial lift is slow but he begins gaining upward momentum. Some sort of orange-red, banana-like leaves that look like pure ambrosia. The leaves of the fern have more of a blue hue than green.

As his body lifts above the planet he sees the enormity of the field below, speckled with the orange plants that are woven into an intricate pattern of lush growth and colors filling a prism. His mind quickly flashed a picture of this scene in a painting. He had seen this somewhere… but where? The music in his mind began to crescendo and change to the sounds of an orchestra band playing music for a wondrous journey beginning. He had no control over his flight path it seemed but he could look around; his vision then aimed upward at the sky. His flight into the atmosphere provided him with a view of a wondrous horizon filled with numerous moons. Now he knew he was off world. He felt free and excited. There was no fear, just a sense of discovery and amazement filling him.

He noticed dozens of moons at varying depths dotting the horizon. It almost looked like they could be reached with a strong enough will and a pure-hearted jump from the dot-like fields below. He quickly flew past the first moon as he noticed that there were signs of civilized life on this moon. He caught a glimmer of something that looked like the reflective glass of a dome. He noticed the moons were similar in size for the most part but none looked quite the same. The colors were somewhat pastel looking he thought as the music faded with the moons falling off in the distance. He felt a sudden exhilaration inside and suddenly he was taken into some sort of hyper drive mode.

He had to place one hand in front of his eyes as he was now being driven through a blinding sheet of light. Although there was no sense of decreased speed he noted that he had eased into a black chasm where he almost seemed to rest. Everything was dark and other than a few gentle curves in the path he felt as though he was flying in a relatively straight line. The music in his head had stopped and this increased his anxiety. Then he noticed a distant line of white approaching. His body seemed to be drawn toward what looked like a waterfall. It almost looked like a fast flowing river beneath him that led to the waterfall of light. As quick as he noticed the drop of the falls he was headed downward and he flew directly into the gigantic waterfall. Suddenly space seemed void except for one more tiny glimpse of white that he seemed to drift toward. He was still flying at what seemed the speed of light as an inquisitive, gentle music began to play in his head once again.

The journey continued and the music took on a suspenseful tone as he neared the growing white mass. The white mass began to look elliptical and gain in size as well as in movement. He recognized the spatial white mass as the milky-way galaxy. His peripheral view showed other galaxy clusters but his speeding body was targeted toward the spiral of our galaxy. The steaming white lines faded as he broke into the interior of the milky-way galaxy. He began to fly past the recognizable planets of our solar system. His speed, as he was flying past the planets indicated just how far he had traveled.

The music began to slow to a theme song from the Superman movies and he broke through the clouds of our atmosphere. He began to slow but he still seemed to be flying quicker than the off-world flight he had. This made him realize that the moons of the off-world planet were actually much further than the moon of Earth. This helped indicate to him that the planet he just left dwarfed Earth.

He continued down through the clouds to a familiar spot. He was back in Canada. He could now tell he was near the coast somewhere around Halifax. He began to relax even more as though his body knew he was headed home. He headed straight down through the clearing clouds as he saw the familiar steeple and the orange copper roof. Next to it sat his house. He had no control of the flight and tried everything in his mind to try to slow the descent. He tried to get his feet beneath him but to no avail; he continued to fly directly at the roof of his home. The music quickened and picked up an eerie tone. Without so much as a thud or bang he flew right through the roof and into his darkened bedroom. He was now standing near the chair by the window as he focused his eyes and saw that he was looking at his own sleeping body on the bed.

The music blasted out a final percussive beat and Ben bolted upright in his bed. His striped nightshirt was soaked as was his brow. His groggy stare was unfocused and hazy as he sat up in his bed in the darkened room. As he wiped his head he realized he had been startled by a dream; he began to lean toward the bedside lamp to turn it on and help him ring the imagery out of his head. As his hand touched the plastic pin of the lamp, he began to focus and glance in the direction of the chair by the window. Something drew is attention there. The music blasted out one more percussive note as a vision of an alien Gray sat in the chair glaring at him on the bed.

Ben bolted upright in his bed. His chest was glistening with sweat and his shock was slowly replacing itself with a calmer look of reason. “Sweet Jeezes” he muttered as he put his head in his hands and wiped some of the stinging drops away from his eyes.

That was the second time he had the same dream. The first time was disturbing enough but to have the exact same dream within one week was just a little too unsettling. And what the heck was he doing wearing a striped nightshirt in the dream. A wisp of a curl tickled his lip into a smile. Especially when it was the only dream he could remember having in the past little while. The dream was already misting out on him. He had a hard time to remember anything more than planets. He remembered the big planet from the first dream and that there were some other planets or moons and stuff. Oh yeah, he vaguely remembered something about a plant. An orange banana… or something like that. The dream took the dread with it as Ben continued putting on his socks while he dazedly sat on the end of the bed. The small room began filling with day’s light that reflected on his impeccably shined shoes.

He gave his head a shake and sprang to his feet. Slaking out the best stretch in the world felt like the best thing that was going to come out of today. “Keep an open mind boyo”, he mumbled to himself. The whole day lay ahead and anything could happen on such a beautiful day. He didn’t feel it in his heart but he knew that saying it over and over again could help him keep an open mind. After all, an open mind was critical to a positive mental psyche. He chuckled at the PMS joke Father Wade had told him the night before when he approached him for advice. “What’s the difference between a pit-bull terrier and a woman with PMS?” he had asked. After a quick and somewhat uncomfortable pause from the shocking content of the joke from the audience he concluded wolfishly – “The lipstick!” Ahhh, laughter was another good tool to keep on hand he noted to himself.

He had only been at St. Thomas Aquinas for two months but he already felt like he had known Father Wade for a long time. His gentle demeanor belied the compassionate soul that seemed to naturally beam forth. He was the reason the church was still operating at all. There was enough scandal going on in the Catholic Church right now and talk of the older man leaving his flock would definitely cause more than a ripple in the community. He was grateful for his wisdom but still felt unsettled with his new posting. There was nothing wrong with the parish. He knew the problem was with him. What exactly that problem was eluded him but he suspected it was his lack of faith. Not his faith in God because he knew from experience that His God was there and that was as tangible as the sunny day unfolding. His faith in the Church had taken a huge hit and he was still struggling. He had no resentment towards those parishioners who boycotted the regular services. No one questioned Father Wade’s devotion to the parishioners and there was never a mention of personal resentments toward him. The perishing parishioners were taking a stand against policy and unfortunately, even Father Wade knew better than to stand in that firing line.

He had spoken to most everyone who even so much as voiced a concern on doctrine or

When I was done with my make up, I purposely fell down my flight of stairs, hoping that I would see McSteamy at the hospital.

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I really think I’m getting OLD. partying never felt so tiring. recovering… oh my dun even get me started on recovering. Having hangovers never lasted n felt so shitty. gawd, when they say grow up, they didnt mention this! i swear i read the fine prints too!

At least the partying went well (: unexpected ppl would sum the night up. Met people for the first time and boy were they a bunch of fun. singing, dancing drinking like we were friends for centuries. It always makes me so eager to start working or traveling. ChinaOne’s DJ brought his friends from Holland over and together w his gf + SW, we partied n had so much fun, i woke up thanking myself for not wearing heels. i know u might be thinking, “hey. its only a night out! y so much fuss over it?” well, tt’s true, but i was dead sick yesterday. puking, sniffling, feverish, coughing, wheezing for the last few nights and clubbing was so not on the list for the night. thus me enjoying the night was shocking yet very very pleasantly unexpected.

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Seeing you dere was unexpected too, bringing back rather fond memories of innocence & laughter. glad would be the appropriate word, subtle yet true. I’m glad to have bumped into you.

long day tmr. goodnight.

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you never think that the last time is the last time and you think you can have more. you think you might have forever. but it is the last time.

…to start watching Grey’s S6.

I’m barely into 1/3 of the epi and i’m already balling my eyes out. and mind you, its 10.32AM. can i be any more useless???

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yesterday was basically a gir’s day out. met cello, mally n QH to talk about everything and anything possible. It’s really awesome to know that people of different backgrounds POVs and lives can come together and just talk for like wat… 3-4 hrs non stop?!?! n tonight i’ll be meeting yet another grp of girls for steamboat (: it’s hard to believe that my exams are like next week at the rate i’m going out. lol(: but trust me, not having these meetings n outings wld cause me to die a premature death right before the paper.

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on a very seperate note, 1st April 2010.

The Vancouver Art Gallery usually has at least one interesting exhibit displayed at all times, but this external application of art onto the steps of the VAG (as the art gallery is known in Vancouver) in form of a projection took my breath away.

Outside displays of art accompany many of the exhibitions displayed at the VAG.

Right next to the art gallery is the Olympic Clock counting down to the start of the Olympic Winter Games in Vancouver.

Looking especially flashy at night.

By Conspiracy Theorist Nicola Novakowsky

I freely admit that I was a skeptic of the alledged Grey aliens. nothing about them indicated a threat on the same level as the GLOBAL CONSPIRACY of reptoids.

That was until yesterday. I traveled to the rural area outside of Dallas and saw a strange impression being made in a field. Sure enough, this field was just pissing itself with non-eucledian geometry. Since I’m a natural skeptic, I wondered what alternate explanation there might be. Perhaps I was seeing swamp gases, a weather ballon or a meeting of freemasons.

Soon, the truth was obvious to me as I saw a tiny, grey humanoid with large almond shaped eyes and some sort of eczema. This tiny man was making shapes in the crops! With his space-ship!

Could these actually be real?

I became certain of this when he noticed me looking at him all slack-jawed and took fright. It was obvious that this creature had knowledge of the reptilian one-world government so I took off toward him to interrogate him about this. However as I approached him, I became frozen in place. Perhaps by telepathy.

Then the grey slathered himself up with Space Jelly and teleported off to his spaceship.

Be on the look-out! These no goodnik aliens are gonna vandalize our crops, and after that our forrests, flower gardens and lichen deposits! What gives them the right to sully our crops? I’ll get jelly on my own crops, thank you very much!

This was actually pretty significant for me. Though I had reasoned my way to the obvious conclusion of the reptilian new world order, I had never actually seen one of the reptoids. I once thought I had, but it turned out to but just a regular bipedal lizard that was a bit tall. False alarm.

Do your own research and discover your own facts!

Okay here is the first batch of my photos.

I took those when I lived in Vancouver around xmas 2008. Usually it doesn’t snow in the city of Vancouver – or at least that’s what I was told by lots of residents – when one night I looked out the window and voila, there was the most beautiful and deep serene white blanket I had seen in years.

Time Traveller’s Wife was nice but a bit confusing because you aren’t exactly sure what year it is because he travels back and forth.

Started watching The Big Bang Theory and I like it.

Should be packing my room and luggage but I ended up watching episode 10 of Greys while having my lunch and then started watching Big Bang. Will be getting more shows/movies off friends when I head back to Singapore.

Have to head off to pick mum up from her office. Then I might probably try to pack my room.

“The key to surviving an internship is denial. We deny that we’re tired, we deny we are scared, we deny how badly we want to succeed, and most importantly we deny that we are in denial. We only see what we want to see, and believe what we want to believe, and it works. We lie to ourselves so much that after a while the lies start to seem like the truth. We deny so much that we can’t recognize the truth right in front of our faces.”

- Meredith Grey

I’m big on this sporty chic look. Comfortable, modern and machine-washable. The perfect palette to dress up or down for sure.

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I ag regner det i bøtter og spann her. Men jeg synes det er litt deilig også, man kan krype ned i sofaen med en god bok og bare høre på regnet som slår mot vinduene. MEN, jeg blir litt daff i slikt vær også Jeg hadde planer om å vaske litt i dag, men ting går så tregt når det regner, så da utsetter vi det litt.

Men jeg rydder og vasker i skaper i dag og det trengs innimellom. Kaste sammenkrølla potetgull poser som har ligget en stund o.l.

I kveld er det unge mødre og greys, det blir deilig.

Liker du regn? Hva gjør du på regnværs dager?

Hva skal du se på TV i kveld?

Changing of the Seasons
by Ane Brun

He falls asleep on her chest
The best sleep he´d ever met
Nevertheless he dreams of some stranger´s caress

So he awakes and he knows
Maybe someone else is supposed
To meet his hazy anticipating eyes

He draws the curtains aside
Unfolding the first morning light
He glances at his disenchanted life

Restlessness is me, you see
It’s hard to be safe
It’s difficult to be happy

It’s the changing of the seasons
He says, “I need them”
I guess I’m too Scandinavian

The relief of spring
Intoxication of summer rain
The clearness of fall
How winter makes me reconsider it all

Restlessness is me, you see
It’s hard to be safe
It’s difficult to be happy

And then she awakes
Reaches for the embrace
He decides not to worry about seasons again

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Probably one of the most beautifully-written songs I’ve seen in a long time. Not to mention that her voice has this special twangy (I can’t think of a better word, sigh) quality to it that complements the acoustics in the track.

All thanks to Untitled Records, a very lovely website filled with indie and alternative music I’d personally recommend.

Since we’re still on the topic of music, this week’s episode of Grey’s Anatomy featured several greatly-placed tracks, and the storylines are certainly shaping up to be pretty decent this season. The last montage with the Chief, the soda-that-was-actually-vodka, and his continuous flashbacks (especially the one with Izzie crying in his office) tore my heart to shreds.

I love Kim Raver, starrring as Teddy Altman, by the way. I’d totally give her permission to stir things up between Owen and Cristina.

I was also toying with oneword.com today. The word of the day was ‘virtual’, and I managed to crap out something within forty seconds:

I was never ‘virtually’ happy. You said that was the case, but what does ‘virtually’ mean anyway? I could be ‘technically’ happy, ‘literally’ happy, ‘figuratively’ happy. ‘Mindfuckingly’ happy will do too, I suppose.

To be virtually anything is to be virtually dead.

Give it a shot!

yam.

P.S. Yesterday was spent with the triumivirate at Vivo City, where we lunched at Food Republic, flirted with our Barbie and Ken side (don’t ask), and caught Neil Gaiman’s Coraline in 3D yesterday. It was so pretty and so dream-like, post-movie travelling was spent in a similarly hypnotic daze-like state. Symptom: playing sudoku on the Northeast Line until it reached BUANGKOK STATION

P.P.S. In the true celebrated spirit of spontaneity I went out to City Hall and invited Kah Wei to come shop with me. No, it is not retail therapy, but simply a way of wasting the time away.

P.P.P.S. HAPPY 18TH, LLOYD I HAVEN’T MADE YOUR COUPON/VOUCHER YET SORRY

This e-letter was submitted to Carl Sagan’s Dance Party by Anonymous as a response to Concerning Alien Abductions Reports And Their Reptilian Fabrication.

This afternoon, as I was getting dressed, I noticed a cut on my foot. There were two parallel lines that looked like they had been healing for a few days. Only–here’s the thing–I don’t remember hurting my foot a few days ago! How could I have, when I never leave the house without putting my shoes on? So it must have happened when I was unconscious last night. What’s more is that the cuts are almost completely healed. It’s as if several days have passed for my foot while only a few hours passed for my brain. Freaky stuff.

I’ve been trying to recover memories from my apparent alien abduction. I remember being on some kind of ship, looking for something or someone. For a while, I seemed to be someone else besides myself. Suddenly later I was myself without the feeling of anything having changed. Looking back now, I know something was different, but at the time switching bodies didn’t seem noteworthy. Then the next thing I know–in the middle of everything–I suddenly woke up at home in bed. I’m not sure at this point whether I have missing time between the moment on the ship and when I woke up in bed or whether I was instantaneously transported. But either way it was not a normal event!

So, I’ve just became a fan of Grey’s Anatomy. Wow. When I saw Justin Chambers on Grey’s, I thought about an old flame of mine. My old flame, Tim, is someone I still think about every so often. Justin Chambers is easy on my eyes.

TO FIND TRUE CHARACTER RUN YOUR HARDEST AGAINST THE WIND.

By Conspiracy Theorist Nicola Novakowsky

If any of you have heard of John Rhodes, then you will know by now that this man is a persistent researcher in the area of Men in Black and Reptilians. His research alone has produced volumes of data that not only prove the existence of Men in Black but their ubiquitous presence and ill-intents.

Men in Black are often referred to as MIBs for short. Men in Black are not the kind of people portrayed in the movie Men in Black or Men in Black II. Actual MIBs have been reported to dematerialize and re-materialize through people’s walls. They have also been reported to shift in and out of a Reptilian state of identity.

Much more importantly, MIBs will harass you if you have observed a UFO. Most people complain about how people who have been visited by ETs have no physical evidence. Is it any wonder why with MIBs destroying people’s evidence and intimidating them from going public?! Look, I don’t completely buy most Zeta abductions stories. Because I think a lot of alien abduction stories are a Reptilian distraction. But, I do think that some must be true, otherwise, why would there be no evidence of aliens visiting us? Clearly the lack of evidence of aliens visiting us must mean that there are some Reptilians destroying evidence in the form of MIBs.

Do you know why no one except for Admiral Byrd has ever made it to the North and South Pole? Sure, some people have claimed to go to the poles because they’re either Reptilians or they’ve been brainwashed by Reptilians/human MIBs to think that there are actual poles rather than openings into the Earth. Essentially, the Men in Black are everywhere and they even keep people from knowing the truth of the hollow Earth.

The omnipresence of the MIBs can be explained by the fact that so many agencies under the umbrella of the United Nations and world governments hire Men in Black to silence any one world/Reptilian opposition. Men in Black can come in the form of Reptilians, humans, and even Sasquatch-like entities. Also, MIBs are employed simply to silence rational debate.

Recent reports of Men in Black claim that the MIBs now wear bright purple or even yellow uniforms. These more noticeable uniforms make Men in Black (or Men in Various Colors) look less ominous and less secretive. But it fools no one, especially the people who are daily harassed and told not to question authority.

I commend people like John Rhodes because they do a great service at getting to the bottom of what’s really happening out there in the world your government doesn’t want you to know about.

Always remember: Do your own research and discover your own facts.

After yesterday’s down post, I thought I would follow Laura’s lead and quote Meredith.  I like Meredith, she is a lot like Bridget Jones – we all manage to relate to her.  Watching Grey’s such a good way of crying and laughing.  It really does make the world a better place – even if only for a couple of hours.  And because I can’t go and rent a season of Grey’s Anatomy right now, I thought I’d doing the thing closest to it: 

Meredith Grey: You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true.

Meredith Grey: At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don’t really expect it. It’s like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different from you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And it’s not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away.

Photo Credit  and where I found the quotes

Coast to Coast AM with Art Bell – 31-10-2007

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Coast to Coast AM with Art Bell – 31-10-2006

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Coast to Coast AM with Art Bell – 31-10-2004

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