Tag: mystery

Dream Journal, Life, Stories

Taken Into the Stars: Intro

Everlasting Sirua

Chapter 1: When They Came For Me

One moment, I was looking up at the stars on the porch. The phone beside me buzzed, and I opened a message from my boyfriend. “I miss you love.” I started to type back when I felt dizzy, and a pounding headache brought me to my knees. It felt as though gravity was pulling me down. It was suffocating my entire being. “Help” was all I could manage to send back to him, my last words.

A flash of light lit up in the darkness, and everything around me went silent. I looked up at the blinding light. I was screaming, but no sound came. An unknown force swept up my body. Suddenly, cold darkness came over me. I could hear whispering in the distance. I was numb, shivering from the cold? Fear? I couldn’t tell if I was standing, sitting, or floating. There was faint whispering as I drifted away.

It’s been four years since then. Life on this planet was beautiful despite the abduction and their experiments. None were painful, but they changed me…into something else. The abducted humans were treated as superiors. Those who completed their transition would then have a choice between going home or staying to learn more about the universe or expanding their peaceful life here with the others. All had chosen to remain; except me.

Hello everyone! This is the start of a series I’m writing. More to come soon! If you’re enjoying please feel free to comment. Anything I post here are drafts that’ll eventually be put together into a book one day hopefully. The inspiration comes from past dreams and I fill in the details or add to it. Hope you all enjoy. Photo is from the AI avatar Lensa using my own selfies. I loved how it came out!

Hobbies, Stories

Dream Stories: Haunted Cabin Part 3

Everlasting Sirua

I’m starting a short story series inspired by dreams I have had in the past. A lot of it consist of assumptions of the way the dreams were carried. Stories are vague since there’s no true beginning or end. Some characters have no name and barely any dialogue. Also some of parts of the stories are meant for an older audience since sexual situations are depicted at times. I’ll rate them an M as I go if they are of adult nature. Let me know what y’all think. Thank you! Hope you enjoy part 3!

I felt myself fading. The screams and the horrifying smile. Stomach churning and I felt defeated. Why? Why did this thing want me?

“Vade retro satana!”

He walked in and I fell to my knees. The pale face monster gone. Rushing over he brought me into his arms. He was sweating and almost trembling. Asking if I was okay. I sobbed into his shoulders and he was able to gather me up to the chair again. I asked him over and over again what was that. He looked me over and he shook his head.

“It’s worse than I thought. The darkness in this town. It’s hopeless. Not even I can defeat it this way. We have to leave before we are trapped forever and forgotten.”

I didn’t understand as he continued to explain the demon figures. The spells, exorcisms, and weird phenomenon of people around getting sick, dying or going into a state of shock. The cabin was his family’s cabin passed down generations and the journals of an ancestor who killed himself to contain the darkness. The cabin and its grounds were once considered the safest place to be in but the demons could draw people out to their deaths at night. Those who have been killed were forgotten by those who weren’t near by to witness their horrific deaths or those with an affinity for magic. He believe I had the potential to be a witch as my father came from a lineage of powerful witches. I shook my head in disbelief. I couldn’t be a witch. He continued saying my father had forgotten his true roots since his family was wiped out investigating but they were a powerful line of witches and due to how much they’ve forgotten the line had weakened with marriages outside the coven. I blinked and tries to process everything. His face so serious and handsome with the light of the fire dancing on his face. How could I believe him…and yet how could I not believe after all the weird happenings in the cabin?

He made me a cup of tea and made sure I was comfortable. I thanked him for saving my life. He smiled for the first time and brushed the hair out of my face.

“I am not letting you out of my sight now”

His voice settled my nerves and he left to answer the ringing phone. I sipped on my tea struggling between wanting to leave and yet staying with him. He came back saying that my parents had to stay at a hotel because of a storm coming and advised us to stay. Panic set in. We couldn’t stay in this cabin. Not with what was out there. He assured me the cabin was safe. Anything outside of it was worse and they were more attracted to those with affinity than normal people or outsiders. “I will protect you at all cost. I won’t lose anyone else ever again”

I wanted to shower. He promised to wait outside the door. I did my best to calm down in the shower. Things were messed up. I felt crazy but how could I be crazy if he saw it too? I had felt so helpless against it. I didn’t want to feel that way ever again. If I had the affinity why not learn magic? My mind raced as I got dressed and he was waiting out the door. His gaze looked me over and he looked away. I managed a giggle and walked past him to my room. I closed the shower door. Not sure how long it would be til I felt safe again.

He sat on the couch across from my bed with a journal in hand. He gestured for me to lay in bed to rest. I awkwardly got into bed and didn’t look at him. I wish I could fall asleep easily and not have to think about the scary things at night. But he made me feel safe and I trusted him. More than I ever trusted anyone else. He saved my life. My mind swirled for a while before sleep found me.

I screamed. The nightmare about the pale figure. The way it seemed to smile and it’s eyes pitch black. Fear gripped me. And I came out of the nightmare. He was still holding me close and asked if I was okay. I nodded not wanting to move from the comfort of his arms. He told me it was 4 am that the Sun would be up soon in a couple of hours and we would have nothing to fear during daylight hours.

I could feel my face heating up and I nodded. I wasn’t sure if it was wanting the comfort or if I was crazy. I barely knew him but everything about him was comforting. He was warm and peaceful even with the cold distant state he facades. I noticed his face was flushed as I looked up at him. Quickly turning away and saying “I’ll go back to the couch now.” I shook my head and held on to him. “Stay…please. Umm…you can come to bed and lay next to me…”

He looked at me with his hands balled up into fist. His shoulders relaxed and he got into bed. I got under the covers and looked back at him. His arm was over his eyes and I could see his breathing slowing. The tiredness washing over him. Would it be so bad to lay close to him? To want his arms around me? Slowly I pressed my back against his side. His warmth put me at ease and back to sleep I went.

Dream Journal, Stories

Dream Stories: Haunted Cabin Part 2

Everlasting Sirua

I’m starting a short story series inspired by dreams I have had in the past. A lot of it consist of assumptions of the way the dreams were carried. Stories are vague since there’s no true beginning or end. Some characters have no name and barely any dialogue. Also some of these stories are meant for an older audience since sexual situations are depicted. I’ll rate them as I go. Here’s part 2! Enjoy

I woke up in my bed. My mother caressing my hair. “Are you alright!?” I tried to explain that I saw something outside. Dad looked out the window. He sees nothing. Whatever it was. It was gone and I was trembling. Had I imagined it? I wanted to get out. I felt this sense of not belonging. My mother told me I was probably tired from the many nights of being awake and hardly any sleep. I bit my cheek and did feel tired from the ordeal. I drifted off to sleep. Was I even safe to dream?

Morning came. It was quiet. No birds chirping. Just the sounds of my parents murmuring. Coffee brewing. A knock on the door. My name being called and the shock of seeing a guy standing the middle of the living room. He hardly looked at me and gazed out the window. My parents introduced him and said they had been partnering with him for a while now. He would be working in the library for a few days and if I could keep him company while they went about their research that he was assisting them on. When I asked his name you could hardly hear his voice. But I nodded and took in his overall appearance. His hair dark as a raven’s wing barely covering his eyes. His eyes darker than the coffee he was sipping on. Skin was a cream color as if it hadn’t seen sun in a while. His facial hair was well kept and made him appear older. He was cold, distant, as if his whole world had crumbled in a past life from the gaze of his eyes. He stood taller than I was and his physique was lean but looked like he worked out at some point. Perhaps he stopped? Why was he so cold? The day carried on with his silence. He watched us. He sighed under his breath with dad’s failed jokes and sipped on more coffee while picking around the food. He would eat half and seemed to get lost in his thoughts. A place no one else could reach.

The library had more journals. Perhaps I picked up the last of it. The man in the book was vague and spoke of protective spells, defense against spirits and darkness. It was strange to think it was fiction or perhaps this man had gone insane on his own. Was the same thing happening to me in this place?

“What are reading?”

I sucked in a breath. The voice was so strange and deep with some kind of pain that I could barely reply. He stood at the doorway. Arms crossed and his footsteps were slow coming to me. I felt my heart quicken as he went to take the journal from me and there was a jolt. He shot a look of shock. It was the first emotion I had seen in him all day. He relaxed and took the book again. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He opened the journal and began to read curiously. I took another journal and started reading. He never said a word. So I didn’t either. We sat in the library til the sun came up. I felt myself drifting and I finally fell asleep. I woke up with a blanket. He was drinking coffee and looking at another journal. He took one good look at me and he wanted to say something. But he refused and continued reading. A few days would go by. I learned the names of different spells out of curiosity. The man in the journals had a wife that left him after having their son cause his “crazy delusions”. He claimed to want to protect his family and that the darkness spreading was too evil. The sadness could of caused his madness to worsen over time. And we were reading the aftermath of it all.

I would catch glimpses of him reading and whenever he spoke to my parents. It was nice to see them together as they treated him as their own. They mentioned he didn’t have family or anyone else around. To be nice since they’ve been working with him for a while to figure out a phenomenon happening in town. At times he would glance at me and even though I smiled he would look away. I never felt as though I liked anyone but something about this man and stoic personality. I couldn’t pinpoint it. I wanted to know more about him and his past. His interests and yet here I was gazing at him at a lost with words. A part of me couldn’t resist and I finally balled up the courage to ask.

“What happened to you…?”

The question was so sudden. He blinked a couple of times and I could see his body tense. It had been over a week of us studying the journals and barely saying a word to each other. He sighed and said “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you…don’t ask me that again”

I bit my lip as I hung my head in defeat and decided to get a snack out of frustration. I sat in the recliner and sighed. How could I like someone who barely speaks or acknowledges my existence? He’d probably think I was crazy anyway.

Tap…tap…tap.

That sound….

Tap…Tap…TAP

I froze. Was it behind me? I slowly turned to the window. A pale hand. Through the sheer curtains. I could see it. A face was coming up. My throat went dry. I felt a pull. A silence around me. As I started walking towards the window. My heart felt as though it could burst with fear. It had no eyes. An emptiness. Why was I walking towards it? The shriek slowly building in my head. I wanted to run. Everything was telling me to run. Why can’t I run?

Life, Tarot/Card Readings

Tarot Reading: Monday Monthly Self Read

Everlasting Sirua

For the first day of the month I decided to do a monthly ready to get an overall picture of my energy and life. I live with this self doubt I can never shake off. Ever since I started doing reading. I feel the energy come back and the will to push toward comes back quickly. I’m constantly reminding myself that I’m enough and can do this. I hope everyone reading this knows they’re enough and never let anything feel like you’re a failure. We learn from those and push forward. Without further ado here’s the tarot spread I use and the reading that came forth.

Tarot Spread Used

There’s a lot to take in here. The cards drawn were: Nine of Wands, Five of Wands, Nine of Cups, The Lovers, Seeker of Cups, Sovereign of Swords, Ace of Wands, The Hierophant.

There is a lot going on here and it’s nothing new for me personally.

Overall Theme: Nine of Wands is a card that’s been attracted to me lately. The deck no matter how many times I shuffle and mix it. This card makes its appearance as reminder of the things I’ve endured. I don’t think I’ve endured much but this reminds me that I have and of my resilience which is the theme for this reading.

What are we leaving behind?: Five of Wands comes through meaning frustration and conflict. After the last few years I’ve had. I believe this card is perfect.

What are we continuing?: with the nine of cups it signals the continuation of gratitude and celebration. Attracting joyous energy and the celebrate the good that’s happened and being grateful of what’s to come.

What is Entering our Life?: The Lovers is a card with a lot of positivity. As a mother of two and married. The bliss that I feel with my partner is amazing right now. Of course we have our highs and we have our lows. But things have been harmonious and beautiful. And if this card is showing that. Bless the spirits for letting it continue.

What is to Come?

Career: Seeker of Cups is interesting since it’s a creative card that asks me to seek and ask questions. To be curious, intuitive and inspired. Funny enough it was brought to my attention to have more tasks and responsibilities at work. I’m going to be trained for a different skill set in order to be of more help. This will eventually and hopefully create a place where I can progress and grow. To put my mind to something and utilize this energy to do my job efficiently.

Relationships: I take this as a general overview of my relationships anywhere and again with the Sovereign of Swords. It’s rather spot on. Most of the people I keep close are people who I can be truthful with and provided advice for in the past. I enjoy being a source of wisdom and being a reliable person to share my intellect with others.

Overall Advice: The Hierophant brings along tradition and values. I’m going to guess this means to absorb what I’m being taught. To retain the knowledge and guidance being given to me at the moment.

Phew! What a reading. Even though it’s for myself. I find myself so intrigued every single time. I will go back to one or two draws and continue to do this weekly. If anyone is looking for a reading. Please feel free to reach out. Much love and stay sweet.

Dream Journal, Stories

Dream Stories: Haunted Cabin Part 1

Everlasting Sirua

I’m starting a short story series inspired by dreams I have had in the past. A lot of it consist of assumptions of the way the dreams were carried. Stories are vague since there’s no true beginning or end. Some characters have no name and barely any dialogue. Also some of these stories are meant for an older audience since sexual situations are depicted. I’ll rate them as I go. I’m in no way a professional writer at all. I only do this for fun to vent the world of my dreams. Here’s a sample. Let me know what y’all think. Thank you! Hope you enjoy.

The cabin was old, dreary and in the middle of no where. It looked sturdy and seemed older than what my parents had mentioned. They were old fashioned, the decor were antiques and the fireplace cracking in the background gave it an eerie aura. We were here for “business” something they’ve been keeping to themselves for a while. The college break was much welcomed. I didn’t care much about socializing or going out. I rather be left alone although my parents thought by now I would of brought a man home. I didn’t care much about the comments and wanted to read through the old books I found in the beautiful library I found within. My father told me to not get lost in the books since they were old and contained fictional stories. Stories that couldn’t be recalled by anyone although there were pictures of what looked to be real people. Talks of magic, witches, death, monsters, ghost, spirits and weird happenings. I eventually found a journal. An ancestor who stayed in the cabin to research the happenings surrounding the area. I sank into the recliner and read. As the weeks progressed in the journal. The tone began to change. It went from curiosity and mystery to anxiety and paranoia. The words written felt rushed and pretty soon look erratic. Deep with fear. They spoke of a haunting. Seeing things that didn’t make sense. To never go out in the woods at night. Watch for the people, the ones with the pale faces. The journal goes blank. A slight splatter of what looked to be…blood?

BANG!

The window sound startled me. The wind was blowing outside. I slowly approached the window. I searched and was met with the darkness of the night. I squinted and I felt the hairs in the back of my neck stand up as I saw a figure. Could there be something out there? No. It’s fiction like dad said. There’s no way. It slowly turned around. My breath caught. I wanted to yell. Scream. Anything. It was so pale and it’s face was blank. It smiled at me. I felt As though I lost my voice. I backed up and trip over the foot rest.

Tap…Tap…TAP

I looked up and there it was. Finger tapping the window. It eyes dark with no soul. It’s skin pale. Staring down at me. Was this a ghost? It looked up and let out a scream. At first I couldn’t hear anything. Then it hit me. The shrilling. It felt like it was coming from inside my head. My head pounding. As if my brain wanted to leave my head. My ears felt full. The sound so shrill and painful. I felt the world around me go silent and my body couldn’t take anymore as I felt myself fall. I couldn’t stay awake. I don’t want to die…I sank into darkness and nothing…

Tap…Tap…Tap

First part and any feedback is welcomed! There’s probably some errors. These are more like drafts if anything. I will try to release this once or twice a week on Wednesday as a weird dreams Wednesdays. And perhaps Fridays. Thank you for all the support!

Life, Tarot/Card Readings

Monday Weekly Readings: New Oracle Deck

Everlasting Sirua

This week I’ve added the rose gold oracle deck in my reading. Just purchased and received this one recently from Threads of Fate. I wanted to connect with it personally first. I also purchased another altar cloth from a cute Etsy shop. It’s absolutely beautiful and big enough to fit both decks for this 1 card draw readings. Let’s find out how this week is looking.

Justice and Power

Justice (Tarot): What an interesting draw. Justice signifies truth, law and fairness. Karmic justice will be coming this week. This is a neutral card in which I connect with. Some wrongs in my life I avoided and didn’t wish to dwell in during that time. I became radio silent after. I don’t seek the people who wronged me. I only try to wish people the best. I truly believe putting good energy out into the world can be rewarding when finding the right people to share it with. Protect your energy sweeties. Not everyone wishes the best to those of us doing well.

Power (Oracle): I drew from this deck to seek wisdom for the week. This is perhaps a reminder that I’m more powerful than I realize. To draw in my inner strength without fear. I would be lying to myself if I didn’t say drawing this card erased the last bit of self doubt I had within.

Justice and Power. Two rather powerful drawings to start the week. Today I begin a new term in school. The stress of everything has made me currently sick with a slight fever and thought maybe my energy wouldn’t sit right with me today. However, I felt the need to erase that doubt and try anyway. I’m bring more content soon. Trying to put together some things now that school is easing up a little. Blogging brings me a sense of joy so I would like to continue. Stay sweet everyone.

Dream Journal, Life

Spiritual Dreaming

Everlasting Sirua

Ever since I was young. I’ve been dreaming (literally) almost my whole life as far as I can remember. Anywhere between random, happy, or nightmares. I’m not sure when the nightmares began. I was probably about five which is normal for any child to have night terrors. You eventually think it’ll be something you grow out of. You start to even avoid horror movies or creepy stories. Just to see if you can avoid having nightmares. Unfortunately, I never grew out of it. I wonder if it’s my overactive imagination or my emotions have a way of showing itself to me in the most horrible ways. It went to the point that while dreaming, I developed (well my brain somewhere did this) some sort of way to protect itself during these times of horrors or protect myself from “real” life. It’s almost as if another part of myself talks and interacts with me when I need it the most.

Another thing I’ve noticed. Not sure if it this applies to my obsession with orcas when I was younger but when I was young. I would always dream about an orca when I was scared or struggling through life. If I was near a body of water in my dream. I would see either it’s tail or dorsal fin. I could see it has some sort of tribal “tattoos” while passing through. If I dreamt I was in the water. There was nothing. Just me in the water and slowly from the corner of my eye it would appear and pass by me. The dream is quiet as if all of sudden I’m deaf and nothing else matters but the connection between me and this orca. The tribal “tattoos” are a deep red from what I can remember. As an adult now, where I don’t watch anything that has to do with orcas. It almost feels like something I default to when I’m dreaming and going through a hard time in life. It’s either the orca or someone speaking to me in my dreams. The brain works in mysterious way I suppose.

Anyone else have vivid dreams? Dreamt of things before they happened? There’s so many other dreams I would like to share with y’all from my dream journal. Much love and take care!