Fay and the other world E-Book

Sabrina Dengel

• Herausgeber: Schirner Verlag
• Kategorie: Ratgeber
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Seitenzahl: 406

Beschreibung

You will see: everything is connected. Right now, in this moment, a new web is being spun. A web that connects you, dear reader, with the Other-world. Just answer the questions Fay asks herself and her teachers throughout her journey – and reading this story will become an adventure for your soul, too! Fay is going to take you on a journey into the Other-world that can change your life. Healing is happening in every single moment. Can you feel it?

Leseprobe

Sabrina Dengel

Fay and the other world

ISBN 978-3-8434-6360-7

Sabrina Dengel: Fay and the other world

Original Title: Fay und die andere Welt © 2013 Schirner Verlag, Darmstadt

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Table of Contents

Preface

The encounter

Who is Fay?

MaPa – or the Great Mystery

In Fay’s apartment

The little, gray caterpillar

When the student is ready, the teacher appears

The swamp of forgotten dreams

The worlds merge

On the clearing

The Other-world’s effects

The four friends

Breaking routines

Edith, the squirrel

In the office

Farewell

Full moon and Good Friday

In the cave

Grandmother Gaia

Sarah’s power is restored

Homework

Faster than expected

The journey

The noble knight

Back home

Final preparations

The garden and Fay’s neighbors

When butterflies fly

No journey

Edward

Resistance

In the mountains

The vision

Epilogue

A note of thanks

Preface

a fantastic, shamanic story and more...

Dear reader,

welcome to the Other-world!

What do our companions, such as our power animals in the Other-world, do, when we are not in contact with them? This question and many others came to my mind when I was visiting a meeting for shamanic practitioners.

Is it possible that there is a wellness oasis for stressed power animals in the other reality? A bar maybe, where teachers from the Other-world get together for a drink? An employment agency for orders from people who are willing to explore the Other-world? And what would this employment agency be like? Would wolves, bears and buffaloes be fully booked and over-worked, while hardly anyone ever requested ants, mice and skunks? Is there a therapy to heal neglected allies?

These thoughts and questions may sound silly, but they do have a serious backdrop and eventually led to the following story.

I welcome you to accompany the three soul essences Lana, Funny and Sarah on their journey through the Other-world, back to their incarnated person Fay. Meet Curt, the caterpillar – a very special power animal. Get to know Edith, the squirrel, Sir Velvet Paw the cat, and Edward, the noble knight. Experience in an entertaining way how a soul retrieval is done. Step by step, Fay finds out how the two worlds are connected and she finds her very own personal way. A way that leads to her true self and her life task. This is a fictional story. Any similarity with real happenings and people is accidental, although in very rare cases, which I will not reveal, it is intentional. Between the lines of the story you will find valuable clues and exercises for your own life.

You will see: everything is connected. Right now, in this moment, a new web is being spun. A web that connects you, dear reader, with the Other-world. Just answer the questions Fay asks herself and her teachers throughout her journey – and reading this story will become an adventure for your soul, too! Fay is going to take you on a journey into the Other-world that can change your life. Healing is happening in every single moment. Can you feel it?

Your

Sabrina Dengel

(Mail to: [email protected])

PS to all my shamanic colleagues: without any doubt, soul retrieval is a very serious element of shamanic practice. I have no intention to question this with my book. Fay’s story is meant to introduce inexperienced people into the world of shamanism in an entertaining way and raise their awareness for the connection between all worlds. Therefore I ask that you, dear shamans, read this story with the eyes of a child and playful joy in your heart. Maybe Master Coyote, the trickster, was involved in writing this book? And who knows, it might have been a holy fool who whispered some sentences in my ear...

The encounter

It was a very special moment, when Lana and Funny met for the first time in the Other-world. Funny almost stumbled over Lana, who was resting on a beautiful meadow full of flowers in the Other-world. They immediately recognized each other for what they were: two soul essences belonging to the same one soul of a person reincarnated on earth.

Speechless, they looked at each other, until Funny was the first one to retrieve her voice: “Unbelievable, I never thought something like this would ever happen to me! I’ve heard about it, how sometimes two kindred soul essences can meet. But that it is actually happening to me now... it is just fabulous! Tell me, who are you?” Before Lana could answer, more words burst out of Funny: “I’m Funny, the joy and fun of life. So tell me, who are you?” Now also Lana pulled herself together again and said: “Well, um, yes, I am Lana, tranquility*. Hello Funny.”

“Lana. Tranquility...” Funny smiled with a twinkle in her eyes. “And what do you do, Lana tranquility?”

“Well, I am the essence of reposing, of inner retreat. With my energy, I can help a person to find the way to themselves. To rest is a state of inner contentedness and wellbeing. This state has a positive influence on a person’s entire life. That is what I do when I am with my person: I support him or her to find a peaceful condition.”

“Just one moment,” Funny interrupted, as impulsively as always. “It is with my essence, the joy of life, that people can start finding their own way! It is because of me that they’ll find the energy, the power and the joy to get going. To gather experiences, grow as a person and find inner joy. I show them the beauty of every moment in their earthly incarnation!”

“Yes, I agree with you on that,” Lana replied. “Nevertheless, it is important for people to allow themselves to rest. This will revive their energy and power to find their way with your joy of life!”

“So you are saying that we complement each other...?” Funny responded contemplatively.

“Exactly,” Lana confirmed, nodding her head.

“Tell me, Lana, how old are you? I have the feeling that we are of similar age.”

“I am eleven. When my person was this age, her parents got divorced. And it was not quite an easy divorce. After that, my person lived with her mother and did not have a very good time. I felt how my person lost contact to me, her inner tranquility. Instead of finding inner peace, my person was filled with fear and obsessed with trying to do everything right. The parents argued a lot. They consumed alcohol and pills every day and also became violent. These circumstances caused my person great anxiety and distress. There was no room for peace. The child learned to be alert at all times, watching its parents and carefully evaluating if a situation would escalate or not. Then the fear followed and she retreated into herself. Her inner retreat prevented her from finding me – peace and tranquility. Although I was there, always. At some point, my human had forgotten all about me. Since then, I’ve been here in the Other-world”.

“I remember you,” Funny said to Lara. “You were there many times when I experienced a special occasion with my human. In moments like that, I could sense a deep tranquility and inner peace, besides my own essence of the joy of life. By the way, I’m eight. My human companion loved to play in the sand. We used to live on an old farm just near the forest. My person climbed the highest trees and no creek was ever too wet. We were explorers, adventurers and pirates. But then my person moved with her parents to an area with many high buildings. We lived in a gray room in a flat. My human host was a delicate child who was bullied a lot. Other children were often rude to her. Soon, she took to her room more and more. She still found a bit of my essence when she was browsing through her books. But I was slowly replaced by the essences of seriousness, perfection and correctness. These are important in life, of course. In my person’s social environment such essences were highly appreciated. Only that without me, the joy of life, they became rigid. Well, eventually, I found myself here in the Other-world.”

Both were silent for a moment, looking into the distance over the flowery meadow.

“You know, Lana, I’m wondering what our person is doing now – without us. And whether she misses us. Maybe she doesn’t even know that we are gone. I would really like to know how my human companion is doing.” Funny got up and started to dance over the meadow, laughing and singing aloud: “Human, how are you? Here I am, just for you – your joy of life. I’m waiting for you!”

“You’re right, Funny, that’s an interesting thought. This idea hasn’t occurred to me before. The longer I’m talking to you, the clearer the picture of my human host is getting... I remember her face, her movements... I can hear her voice. A girl, a little girl named Fay. Yes, Fay...” Lana paused, reflecting. “I wonder what all of this means,” she continued. “First, the two of us meet. Here, in this vast, endless Other-world. Both of us remember how we arrived at this place and what made us leave our human host. Next, I remember Fay. And now I’m beginning to feel a deep yearning for our person, for Fay.”

“Fay... I can hear her name sounding from within. I remember her, too,” replied Funny. She began to sing the name Fay. It was a magical sound, her voice bright, sweet and pure. Lana listened to her, enchanted. She completely rested in herself, enjoying the singing with all her heart. Fay, the name of their common human companion. Lana felt that exciting times lay ahead. Funny expressed pure joy of life in her singing and dancing. She, too, felt that something was going to change. Both were determined to find out how Fay was doing these days...

*  Lana is an originally Hawaiian name, meaning tranquility.

Who is Fay?

Done! Fay exhaled loudly. Finally, her work was finished. She got up from her office chair and stretched, cracking her joints: her neck, her back, her wrists. Great, she thought, not even 30 yet, but brittle like an 80-year old.

Fay worked in the customer care department of a company for marketing and advertising. She dealt with complaint management by telephone, email and mail. She handled open invoices, reminders and new orders. And everything else there was to be done in contact with customers. The department consisted of 13 employees. It was called the “service sector.” Well, she really had learned how to serve here. In a different way than in her original profession as a waitress, but still.

As many times before, her colleagues had dumped a lot of work on her desk today. It had become a habit. At the end of the week, everyone’s unfinished office work landed on her table. Mostly, this was accompanied by a friendly smile and words like “You are so much better at this than me, Fay.” It always resulted in her still working in the office at 8 pm while everyone else was already off, enjoying their weekend. At least, she got a bit of attention for working overtime. Sometimes, she would find a box of chocolates on her desk when she came back to the office after the weekend. But she was never invited when her colleagues had their usual appointments and meetings after work. Except, of course, the annual Christmas celebration, to which everyone was invited. But somehow, she had grown accustomed to all of this. As to so many things in her life.

Even during her school years, she had always been ignored. Well, with her hornrimmed glasses and mousy blonde hair, she wasn’t what you would call a natural beauty. She wasn’t particularly good at sports, and had always been the one chosen last for ball games. It was only her perfectionism in handicrafts class that she sometimes got praised for. Also her correctness and sense of justice were appreciated by some. Although her sense of justice had caused her trouble as well. She had been beaten up by other kids more than once. When she defended a weaker child, in the end she always ended up being the next victim herself. The others were always more and they were stronger. Hardly ever someone stepped in to help her.

It was during this time that she became more and more of a recluse. Her world consisted of books. She had always had a keen interest in foreign countries and different cultures. Books, written by people telling stories of their adventures in foreign nations. At first it had been mainly books with lots of pictures. Large, colorful pictures. These had been her favorite books. Flipping the pages, she would gaze at the pictures and dream away for hours on end. Later, when she decided to conquer her dyslexia, she began to read. The bigger the book, the better. She loved to read. When writing, she still tended to mix up letters, which prevented her from learning foreign languages properly. Speaking was no problem, but the grammar and the written tests were horrible. Eventually she stopped taking responsibility for others. Maybe I also stopped to take responsibility for myself, Fay thought to herself.

Where did this idea come from, all of a sudden? I am a reasonably responsible person, aren’t I? Fay thought. Isn’t it obvious? After all, I’m the one still working in the office right now.

Yes, exactly, a voice whispered inside of her – you’re so very nice, and you always feel responsible – pleasing everybody – and all is well. Good girl.

A bitter smile appeared on her lips. True, but as long as I please them, at least I’ll be left in peace, she replied defiantly in thought.

In total, over 200 people worked here, at advertising agency Babylon.

Babylon – our advertising will lift you up.

Fay remembered the story from the Bible. The Tower of Babylon. In the end, the tower collapsed. Would this whole system of artificially created needs and things that nobody needs, eventually collapse, too? And, consequently, also this company, which had specialized in generating the demand and promoting all these unnecessary things? Strange, why did she have these unusual thoughts about responsibility and the Tower of Babylon? She should be happy to work in this company. After all, she had a job. That was not the case for everybody at the present time. Nothing comes from nothing, and work is no picnic – she had learned these things as a child. Always work hard. You never know what tomorrow will bring. Be grateful if you have a job, even if you have to clean toilets to earn your living. It’s still better than having no job at all.

While she was having these thoughts, she packed up her things and put all the utensils on her desk in the right place. Order is half the job done. Before she went out the door, she turned around and let her gaze wander over the large office and all the desks. Although all devices were switched off, she thought she could hear a low humming sound. The electricity, was her first thought. Or maybe it was the countless data that was processed throughout the day by the 21 computers inside the room. For one moment, Fay thought she heard voices. She shook her head at this crazy idea, confused. Since when can electricity be heard? Or all the information inside the computers... Ridiculous, really! She switched off the light, closed the door behind her and stepped out into the long hallway. Again, she heard the humming sound. It just had to be the electricity. The ceiling lights in the hallway, maybe. They were still on and it is possible, so she had read somewhere, that people could actually hear electric currents when there are no other sounds. She was alone in this part of the building. All the others had gone. Friday evening... On Friday, most people were happy to get home as early as possible. Some were looking forward to spend the weekend with their families, others made plans to meet friends and go partying. Yes, today was Friday, Friday the 13th. On a whim, she decided that starting from today, every Friday the 13th would be her lucky day. A good day to change her life...

That was the moment Funny was about to stumble over Lana in the Other-world.

Fay sighed. Nobody had ever shown her how to dress and present herself properly. By now, however, she had managed to improve her looks, she thought. Instead of the horn-rimmed glasses from her childhood, she now wore contact lenses. Her eyes were slightly skewed, a bit like cat’s eyes, and had two different colors: one was brown and the other one blue. As a child, she had often been teased because of this. Now she thought it was her eyes that were special about her. Her slender nose added a classy touch to her look. Her hair darkened over the years and now had a beautiful chestnut shimmer. Sometimes she was able to see her own beauty, but mostly she still felt mousy. A wallflower. Insecurity was her constant companion, like a shadow. Even her real name fit very well: Her parents had named her Frederica. What’s in a name... To her, Frederica sounded like a tight-lipped, plain, somehow boring person. It had been the biggest revolt in her childhood: since she could remember, she had called herself Fay. She pursued this with such zeal that her parents had finally started to call her by that name, too. From her first day at school, and everywhere after that, she had introduced herself by that name, so it became a matter of course. She had no idea where she had picked it up. All she knew was that it felt like a favorite piece of clothing to her, while her real name felt like a scratchy turtleneck sweater. She was Fay and not Frederica – definitely. But this remained her only rebellion. Very soon, the problems in her family started, and she resorted to keeping a low profile in order not to attract any attention. She turned into a shy, young woman. While others smiled their way through life, she kept her eyes lowered. Staying in the background became natural to her. Never had she dared to flirt with boys like all the other girls did. Fay just couldn’t imagine that someone was seriously interested in her. Apart from three rather short love affairs she had always been alone. These relationships, if you could call them that, had left her with a feeling of only being used.

Her memories went back further in time. Thoughts about her childhood seemed to come out of the blue. Back then, when her parents had been fighting all the time...

She was just six or seven years old when everything started to get out of hand. First, Dad lost his job. After that, he began to drink. Mom started to clean other people’s homes to earn at least some money. She was hardly ever home anymore. And if she was, she had no time because she had to do the household chores. Dad couldn’t find a new job. Mom was getting more and more stressed and started to take pills at some point. Fay didn’t find out about this until much later. Sleeping pills to calm down, and stimulants to get through the day. In addition she took happy pills, or in other words: antidepressants. As a child, Fay only noticed how her mom and her dad alienated themselves from her more and more. They changed completely, up to the point where Fay no longer knew how it had been before. She often had the impression that the two had totally forgotten about her. Eventually they were fighting almost every day, their fights often accompanied by physical violence. Oh, how Fay had hated these situations. How afraid she had been...

The three men Fay got involved with later, had all reminded her of her father. One of the three drank too much, the second one was hot-tempered with a tendency to become violent, and the third one treated women like slaves. When these relationships ended, she always felt glad and relieved. Of course, when she was young, she had dreamed of Prince Charming – what little girl hadn’t? But obviously, there were too few of these princes in the world. Or all the other girls got one. In any case, Fay had never met her prince. Meanwhile, she was 28 and lived quite well, even if she was single.

She was looking forward to the weekend with her black cat Paw. A noble, black cat whose real name was Sir Velvet Paw, but this name was simply too long. He was stubborn but very cuddly, as a cat should be. She mainly spent her free time with him in her cozy two-room apartment on the outskirts of the city. Paw had just walked into her apartment shortly after she moved there. She had asked all the neighbors, but nobody knew where he belonged. So he stayed with her, and it was just as if he had always been there. She even had a little garden in front of her living room. It was only four meters wide and five meters long, but better than nothing, she always thought.

Every spring, she planned to make a flower bed with flowers and kitchen herbs. Maybe she would start to cook for herself then. So far, Fay mainly ate sandwiches and readymade food at home. Chocolate and chips were always at hand. No reason to cook on her own every day, especially because she literally almost lived in the office. There, she could use a microwave oven and prepare ready meals from the freezer for a special staff price. So far, she had not managed to plant anything during the seven years she had lived here. Every summer it was mainly grass, nettles and wild flowers that covered the little piece of soil she called her own. Two or three times a year, she would borrow a lawn mower from her neighbors in order to keep some order to her garden and the weeds. She tried to convince herself that butterflies needed a wild garden anyway, although she had never seen one here, so close to the city.

One of the few (if not the only) highlights in her life was the café near her apartment. Fay had discovered it shortly after moving here. Now she went here to have breakfast every Saturday morning. Most times she would be sitting at the same table until the evening. The café was like a small museum. Its owner was Mr Vindermann and she had never seen anyone else working there. The café was located on the ground floor of a town house from the 16th century. The house had been owned by Mr Vindermann’s family for seven generations, before he had inherited it. His father had run a pharmacy in the building, but Mr Vindermann had felt no ambition to follow in his footsteps. He preferred to travel, studying foreign cultures and countries. He had inherited the house because he was his parents’ only child and returned to the city just a few months before Fay moved here. Soon after he had opened the café. He was 49 then.

Today the shelves, where medicines used to be, were full of books. Cozy winged armchairs and comfy small sofas were arranged in the corners. The walls were tastefully decorated with souvenirs from various countries around the world. African masks, South American tapestries, instruments, pots and bowls whose origin and use were probably known only by Mr Vindermann. The result was a very special, attractive composition with a classy touch. All these things that were so very different but still somehow fit together marvelously, created a wonderful atmosphere in the room.

Fay had her own favorite spot in the café: a large, magenta-colored wing chair standing in a corner. On it lay a white sheepskin. Next to it, a floor lamp gave perfect light for reading. On a side table, Mr Vindermann served drinks and snacks. Mr Vindermann was always very friendly and went out of his way to create a quiet, cozy atmosphere in the café. The shelves were filled with books about all possible topics. All of them, however, dealt with people and various ways of living. There were no novels or popular fiction to be found, but many books about different countries, foreign cultures and their rites, shamanism, quantum physics and many other exciting subjects. Fay estimated that the library Mr Vindermann had collected over the years included well over 2000 books. In any case enough to keep her busy on many Saturdays to come. Usually, there were not many readers here on a Saturday. Often Fay was the only visitor in the café. She loved to be here and be absorbed by stories of people’s experiences in foreign countries.

Meanwhile Fay had arrived at the bus stop. She did not possess a car. Why would she? She could do everything without her own four wheels, and she didn’t need more groceries and food for herself than she could carry. If she needed to travel further, she could take a train. So far, however, she had never done that. The longest journey in her life had been the move from her home village to the city, 40 km further away. If she wanted to know something about foreign countries, she could read about it. For sure, this was just as exciting, but a lot safer and more controllable.

While Fay was waiting for her bus, she reminisced about her thoughts of the last fifteen minutes. Her parents and her school days, she had not thought of them for ages. Then the strange ideas about the Tower of Babylon and taking responsibility for herself. Her three failed relationships, the electricity she could hear... all these silly things. Was she going crazy? That would be no surprise, Fay thought. I talk to my cat almost more than to other people. If it wasn’t for the telephone contact she had with customers, Paw would stand a good chance of being her only dialogue partner.

Something stirred inside of her. Fay was not able to describe what it was, but it felt like a melody arising from deep within. Someone was singing her name. It sounded like a far-away call or an echo. She felt a dull, dragging pain in her heart region that she had never felt before. As if she had lost something she desperately needed. Something that called out to her. Intense longing spread through her body.

The bus stopped in front of her, and Fay got in. A group of teenagers, probably heading towards a party, were talking loudly. She sat down on a window seat, and the bus drove on. As she looked out the window, her thoughts drifted past just like the houses outside, and the longing in her heart region disappeared without her realizing it.

MaPa – or the Great Mystery

This time it was Lana who spoke first: “Listen, Funny, do you think there are more of us soul essences belonging to Fay here in the Other-world?” “I was just wondering the same thing,” Funny replied. “If yes, it would be very exciting to find them. What do you think, Lana?”

“Sure, but how should we do that? Where to find them? Do you think we could call them? The Other-world is so big, and so complex, it would take us eons to search it. Let us take some time and think about it,” said Lana.

“I’ve got it!” Funny beamed. “Let’s ask MaPa! It knows everything!”

“Excuse me? Who or what is MaPa?” Lana asked, taken aback. “And why does it know everything?”

“MaPa is the Great Mystery, the power of creation, God or Goddess, also called Manitu or Allah,” explained Funny. “I called it MaPa, because I can never decide whether it is more of a father or a mother. It is both in one, Mama and Papa – therefore MaPa.”

Lana smiled. “I remember Fay calling out for MaPa when she was very young, about three years old. She couldn’t decide who she preferred in that moment. Often, especially in the evening, both would come, caressing her and cuddling with her on the couch. Her mom would read to her from a children’s book, while Fay was lying between her parents. In those moments, she would feel snug as a bug in a rug.”

Funny jumped up. She hopped from one foot to the other with excitement. “Yes, right, I remember it, too! She also called for MaPa when she was playing outside in the garden, playing hide and seek or tag! Right, when she was three. That was really fun! Do you remember the garden, Lana? The fruit trees behind the house, and the vegetable garden and the play area? There were swings, and a sandbox. I can remember the feeling of digging the sand with both hands. And the fun I had with Fay when we were swinging, higher and higher.”

“The fruit trees, yes, I remember them too,” Lana smiled dreamily. “It was there that Fay often experienced my essence. When she was very young, she liked to doze under an old apple tree. When she was older, she climbed into a walnut tree and lied down in a big branch fork. It was almost like a deckchair. She would relax up there and daydream. Dreams and tranquility are two essences who are very close. To dream well, people must be at rest and at peace with themselves. Fay was able to do this pretty well as a child, until she was about six years old.” Lana and Funny recalled more and more details from Fay’s life. A life they themselves were a part of, an essence.

“Tell me, what do you think: why do we suddenly remember all these things from Fay’s childhood?” Funny asked.

“I think it really is about time we went looking for MaPa.” Lana could not help but smile when she uttered the name. MaPa sounded really comical, she thought to herself.

“Alright, let’s call MaPa!” Funny answered. With all their strength, the two of them wished to get permission to ask MaPa, the Great Mystery, for advice. They focused their entire energy on this one idea. This was how they could get in touch with MaPa.

Indeed, before long, both sensed a feeling of love and peace. Everything around them turned lighter and clearer. The flowers began to shine and a slight breeze came up. Lana and Funny could perceive the presence of MaPa with all their senses. One moment later a being appeared before them, so incredibly beautiful and bright that no words could describe it. The being smiled at the two and began to speak with a voice that sounded like the most beautiful music in the universe. “Hello Lana, hello Funny. I see the two of you have met. Very nice. You have a great adventure ahead of you. I believe you wanted to ask me some questions.”

Funny and Lana were full of love and trust. That made it easy for them to ask MaPa what they wanted to know. “How is it possible that the two of us met, MaPa?,” asked Lana.

“You met because the time has come to go back to Fay, your incarnated person. She is now in a phase of her life in which it is necessary to break new ground to carry out her mission in life. She is ready and willing for change, but she doesn’t know anything about it yet. It will be your task to accompany Fay when she finds her true self step by step.”

Funny started to hop from one foot to the other again. “Does that mean we can go back to her? Be with Fay again? Oh yes, right now, please. I want to play on the swings and in the sand again,” she shouted full of joy.

MaPa laughed. It was a merry laugh, infecting the other two. Then MaPa said to Funny: “You and Lana will soon return to Fay, but not quite yet. You must also be aware that Fay is a grown woman now. She has forgotten how much fun it is to play on the swings or in the sand.”

Funny stopped and looked puzzled. “She has forgotten about it? How can something as much fun as that simply be forgotten?”

“Well,” replied MaPa, “just like you had forgotten that you are essences of an incarnated person, Fay has forgotten about the joys of living. She forgot you like you forgot her, dear Funny.”

“Yes, that’s right,” Funny mused. “I only remembered Fay because I almost stumbled over Lana. We began to talk and then realized we belonged to Fay. But why, MaPa, what is the reason we remember her now?”

MaPa continued to speak, smiling: “When people lose soul essences during their life, they forget that these are a part of themselves. Other essences will come and take their place. As you have already discovered, the essences of correctness, seriousness and perfection became of great importance to Fay after you were out of her life. On very rare moments, she will have a vague memory of you for the fraction of a second. But it is only an echo of your essence. Without you she cannot enjoy life completely. These short moments do not have enough power to really nourish her. They are like a breath of air which is already gone when it hits the skin. On the other hand, both of you, you and Lana, have forgotten your Fay. You disappeared from your human companion’s life because she lived your essences less and less. As you know: energy flows where the attention goes to. If an essence is neglected more and more, it will withdraw and eventually disappear completely from a person’s life. In this moment, the soul essence will enter the Other-world and develop here. Its age will remain the same as its human companion’s at the moment it left. Also the soul essence will eventually forget the pain and the sadness of leaving its person. The memory will come back when the time has come to return. In the meantime, the essence can gather strength, which it will need when its person begins to remember. Eventually the time will come when the person will want his essence back. This is often a difficult process for both. The human as well as the soul essence need all their energy and strength to accomplish the return. Some people do not succeed to collect all their soul essences in their current earthly incarnation. The soul, however, will find all missing essences again at the moment its incarnation on earth is finished. The soul essences are waiting for their soul here, in the Other-world. Here, at the center of creation, where birth and death are one and the same door, every soul is perfect and pure.”

Lana looked at MaPa in a thoughtful way. “Can you tell us how to get back to our human companion?”

“Dear Lana, it has already begun for both of you. Although it will still take a while until you are reunited with your Fay. When the two of you met, Fay received an impulse from you. Funny sang her name with so much joy that Fay felt a deep longing inside of her. She felt something is missing in her life, but she cannot yet understand or explain what it is. You have to know that every incarnated human being has a mission, a life task. But the task cannot be carried out unless a person is full of energy and power. Every human knows exactly what their mission is at the moment he or she is born. At birth, a human is completely at one with himself and feels an inner longing to complete his mission. Life on earth, however, is full of contrasts and various belief patterns. Not always will a person’s environment correspond to what he needs or wants. But everything is good. Each encounter and every experience in life has a purpose: to let people grow and develop skills which are important for their mission. Often, this is not recognized until much later. It happens that people cannot cope with the circumstances in their lives. They might become desperate, give up on themselves, lose their energy and their essence and completely forget they are creatures of love and power. If this happens, their earthly body may become ill in the material world. But illness is a part of the learning process as well. In situations like these people will often remember their pure origin and decide to change their life completely. It is then that healing can take place. People do not have to get sick to become unhappy or dissatisfied. If they begin to search for the meaning in their lives, they will find out what they need to be happy. That is the moment when the gates are opened. The person longs for more and will start to search for his true self. It is this longing that can bring people back to their original path. Some drown their longing in alcohol or eliminate the feeling with other drugs. It will disappear for the duration of the intoxication, but the longing for love and happiness will come back once the effect wears off. Everyone yearns to be one with his soul, with himself. And in order to find himself, spirituality is required. Every person is a spiritual being and consists of energy, compressed in a body. A spiritual being in a human body. It doesn’t matter if one finds spirituality in religion or in nature: what counts is that a person realizes that he is never entirely separated from anything. One of the many ways to go is shamanism, a very old and well-functioning spiritual system of healing. Your Fay is very interested in other cultures and ways of living. She loves the stories of people who lived among other peoples, and she is deeply moved by reports of ghost worlds, allies, healings by shamans and herbal healers. She still doesn’t know that this will be her own way to heal. She will learn that everything she is reading about in books can be experienced by herself. And both of you will help her.”

“How can we help her,” Funny interjected, “if she doesn’t even remember us? Yes, sure, she is longing for something but she doesn’t know for what. You said that she heard me singing from inside, but she didn’t recognize me! So what can we do if she is not aware of us?”

“That’s exactly where you can support Fay. She needs a bridge builder. Someone who is familiar with the Other-world. A person whose mission in life is to mediate between the worlds. A rememberer. Someone who is aware of the Other-world and has travelled it. A person like that can help Fay to remember you. There is one person in her life who is able to do this. He could assist you and Fay to become one again. I’m going to show you a picture of this person now, so that you recognize him on your journey.”

Suddenly a window opened before Lana and Funny, simply floating in space. Through this window they could see into the human world. They saw a small café. It was closed and Mr Vindermann had already cleaned everything. He was sitting on a blanket on the ground in a room behind the café. Sage smoke rose from a seashell in front of him. His eyes were closed and he was swaying to the sound of his drum. He was playing the rhythm of a heartbeat. Lana and Funny discovered a peregrine falcon to his right. The falcon saw them and as soon as his eyes met theirs, they knew he belonged to the Other-world.

They introduced themselves politely. The peregrine falcon gave a friendly nod and said: “My name is Skulan. I am the essence of traveling for my human companion. With my power he can travel to the Other-world. He is there right now, visiting one of his teachers. I’m also his messenger, bringing news from the Other-world. I am one of his power animals. But please tell me why you came to meet us here, my human and me.”

“Well, we are with MaPa and, and...” Funny gushed.

“With whom?” Skulan interrupted her, shaking his head and smiling.

Lana replied, smiling: “MaPa, the Great Mystery, Mama and Papa of all there is.”

“Oh, now I understand,” nodded Skulan. “Mother Earth and Father Sky with all their children.”

“Yes, exactly,” Funny cried out, jumping up and down with excitement. “So, MaPa opened that window to you. And MaPa also said that your human could help us to get us back to our human. Because our person, Fay... she... she needs us.” Out of breath, Funny ended her sentence.

Skulan looked at her, astounded. “You have quite a lot of temperament for your age, little soul. I like that. So both of you are soul essences of Fay and you want to return to her. MaPa told you that we, my human and me, can help you,” he summarized.

“Exactly,” Lana confirmed.

In this moment, MaPa opened another window. All three, Lana, Funny and Skulan, could see Fay now, sitting in her favorite chair with the white sheepskin, reading a book...

Mr Vindermann was standing behind the bar and looked at Fay. Seven years ago, this young woman visited his café for the first time. Back then she had been a girl, maybe 20 years old. It was on a Saturday and since then she had left out no Saturday. Mostly she did not leave until the evening, five minutes before the café closed. He knew that her name was Fay. Sounded a bit like fairy, which was actually what she looked like. He smiled. There was something special about her. At first glance, her appearance was quite ordinary. The only thing that really stood out were her eyes: one brown and one blue. But at this very moment, there was something else about her that made her shine.

Mr Vindermann noticed that it was the first time he really looked at her. He had never really talked to her either. In seven years, never anything but the usual courtesies. He shook his head and began to put the books back from the bar onto the shelves. He could afford to own this café. During his long journeys he had not only learned a lot, but also earned a great deal of money. He had organized trips and guided tourists in remote areas, and he had sold pictures, mainly nature photography. He had lived with indigenous people in South America, North America, Mongolia and also in Africa for several months at a time. He still had many good friends in those places. He had made use of the opportunity to get to know the inner thoughts and the spiritual world of the different people he stayed with. He never needed very much and so he had been able to save quite a lot. That and the money he inherited allowed him to live well in own modest way. The café was his passion. His great love. The collection of his life story.

When he had left home as a young man, he was deeply hurt and felt unloved. He couldn’t live up to his parents’ standards. His grades had been bad and he could not play the piano at all. He had no musical talent whatsoever, but it was his mother’s wish that he learned to play an instrument. Chemistry and physics had been horrible subjects for him but they expected him to do well in these. As a future heir to a pharmacy. A pharmacy that had been owned by his family for generations. His parents’ expectations to step into their footsteps placed a tremendous burden on his shoulders. Already then, he was interested in the world and its secrets, in art and literature. Foreign people, other ways of living, arts and crafts from around the world, it was these things his heart went out to. He was good at history and ancient languages. He had dreamed of studying archeology. At 19, shortly after graduating from high school, he moved out and started to study archeology and ethnology. The university was 700 km away from his hometown, a fact he liked. His parents had tried to change his mind until the last moment. His father was very angry with him, calling him a traitor to the family and a bum. His mother became very emotional, started to cry and act as if it was the end of the world. He kept asking himself whether it was his fault. The question was accompanied by a feeling of anger inside. It was this anger that told him to be what he wanted and to become free, and the reason he started to travel the world to find himself.

Later he understood that his anger was a part of him. An essence that could be transformed into a vital force. On his journeys, he had learned a lot about vital forces. He smiled to himself. Yes, it was a good thing to know that a vital force exists. And it was even better to understand how it works. And this is what he learned from his friends when he was traveling.

It was long ago that he had been thinking about his teens. It had been a long way until his anger was transformed. But it was worth it. After the anger was gone, he found a sense of freedom and peace. He was already 42 when he could finally forgive his parents. Only then did he realize that their resistance against his plans had been an expression of their love. He became aware of their sincere concern for him and his life and also understood they were scared to change anything they had grown used to. They tried to make the best of every situation in their lives and this had always worked well for them. After long discussions, Mr Vindermann and his parents reconciled and lived in peace with each other.

MaPa closed this window and Mr Vindermann and Fay disappeared from their sight.