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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Faith / Hope
- Published: 01/25/2018
Souls Never Ever Forget (Their Past Lives)
Born 1969, M, from Herten, NRW, GermanySouls Never Ever Forget
(Their Past Lives)
By Charles E.J. Moulton
Teddy had spent most of his adult life running.
If it weren’t for his loved ones, he would’ve gone insane.
And now, that Californian red wine, those board games, that music, those late night laughs – and most of all: the courage to jump over his own shadow, they had his soul flying and producing the most gorgeous colors. All of that opened up doors in his heart. No more low blood sugar, no more compulsive thoughts, no more extreme worry, no more enormous rabble of prayers and blessings.
Just the tinkle of piano keys in his ears, Dave Grusin’s cool warmth from “On Golden Pond” seducing his eardrum. And some small sacred angel telling him that “angels were near”. Near, very near. As near as the sun and as far away as the next table.
As near as the ice cream truck and as far away as tranquility.
Teddy had spent most of his life running, spending more money than had done him good, sleeping with more hookers than a thousand dollar gigolo, drinking more booze than anyone alive and burning neurons to the brim.
And now?
Calm.
Like that wondrous breeze kissing a tree next to a fine still lake.
And while Dave spread love in the form of fine major chords, Teddy lifted his red wine to his mouth, letting that sweet dry juice slip down his throat, warming up his senses, turning his worry into stardom.
Oh, yes. Dreams of stardom dominated his life.
Psychic dreams, emotional wavelengths that came flying across the ether, reaching his spirit with fascinating fervor. How he suddenly had thought of the late George Michael and how he began speaking to the star. Great conversations with departed souls on the other side.
He’d had them all, all of those conversations.
He had spoken to Robin Williams and Lauren Bacall, Whitney Houston and Frank Sinatra and, yes, even Jesus. His mother and father, his grandfather and his mother-in-law. They had all spoken to him and given him advice.
It might’ve seemed crazy to anyone else, but Teddy felt these stars and souls, their energies so intact and so strong they had to be real.
More real than reality.
Then there was Elvis.
He shared so much with him.
Both diabetics, both falling off the toilet in a diabetic attack of low blood sugar. Elvis had died. Teddy had not. And it seemed so strange to Teddy that he, having spent years in show business, found the truth in his life so late.
He was the reincarnation of Elvis Presley’s twin brother Jessie, who died stillborn. How did he know that? A feeling, no more. Well, a bit more. Okay, a lot more. A colleague who told Teddy that he was like “Elvis’ brother” without knowing that Elvis had had one at all. The thing with Elvis' death and how Teddy had almost died in the bathroom and survived. Connections beyond the grave. Having grown up with Elvis’ music and feeling magically familiar with the soul of Elvis. Dreams of having been Elvis’ guardian angel in between lives and that weird familiarity with all things connected to the king. Waking up at 3:30 in the morning, again, again like so many times, and realizing that Jessie had died at 3:30 in the morning back on January 8th, 1935. Feeling the presence of some angel who seemed to have woken him up so late, or early, that night in 2016. So many times, Teddy had suffered epileptic fits from low sugar in his sleep. That night, he hadn’t died, but an angel had sat next to him, waking him up. And that song his ex-girlfriend had loved: “Jessie” by Joshua Kadison and feeling so damn close to that song, not knowing why.
Then, the DVD of Elvis’ Hits. Something vaguely familiar about all or those pictures.
He missed his twin.
The soul, an entity completely separated from the grave.
Damn it, Teddy smiled, thinking of all the similarities. Elvis and him, both fathers of daughters, both with very deep fondness for their mothers, both outsiders in school, both shy privately and both crazy rockers onstage. Both cordial and spiritual and sexual.
Then the thing that he scared him. Finding out that his blood sugar was low sitting on the toilet seat, actually deliberately and happily falling asleep and then waking up in a pool of blood a half hour later, hot damn sugar levels. Not until years later did he understand that he wanted to see his soulmate, his twin brother once again.
That was when he, Teddy, the ingenius compulsive psychic-neurotic, developed a theory: he and Elvis, or the souls they were, were the reincarnations of two best friends sent to war during the Crimean crisis in the 19th century. Both musicians, they never wanted to go to war, but were forced to fight by loving fathers, forced to be separated in various battlefield, dying in glory, missing each other terribly, forced to die without ever saying good bye.
It was between lives that they decided on a pact: they would be born as twins, but separated by death. The death of Jessie would become a catalyst for Elvis' success, a wound that gave him depth but told people ultimately that not even physical death can part souls and that life counts, no matter what the consequence, and that souls never forget.
Teddy would find out the truth of his confusion later in life, at the age the reincarnation of his twin brother died. He would first then understand why he always had problems letting things go, having been separated from his twin in his past incarnation.
Now a successful Elvis impersonator, Teddy had found an angel: his twin.
God works in mysterious ways.
Religion, Teddy realized, can never be God.
God is absolutely personal.
He is linked to every kiss, every caress and every memory of every friend who ever called himself loved by anyone beyond any limit of any horizon.
Life, so eternal, so true, a journey for the true in spirit.
Life, now and forever, past and present, was a journey meant to give you strength to travel well into the future within the eternal now with good memories as inspiration, spreading joy to those who now spent their reality loving you. Faith was a friend. Hope was a necessity. Positive thought was a reality. Elvis was a way of life.
Souls Never Ever Forget (Their Past Lives)(Charles E.J. Moulton)
Souls Never Ever Forget
(Their Past Lives)
By Charles E.J. Moulton
Teddy had spent most of his adult life running.
If it weren’t for his loved ones, he would’ve gone insane.
And now, that Californian red wine, those board games, that music, those late night laughs – and most of all: the courage to jump over his own shadow, they had his soul flying and producing the most gorgeous colors. All of that opened up doors in his heart. No more low blood sugar, no more compulsive thoughts, no more extreme worry, no more enormous rabble of prayers and blessings.
Just the tinkle of piano keys in his ears, Dave Grusin’s cool warmth from “On Golden Pond” seducing his eardrum. And some small sacred angel telling him that “angels were near”. Near, very near. As near as the sun and as far away as the next table.
As near as the ice cream truck and as far away as tranquility.
Teddy had spent most of his life running, spending more money than had done him good, sleeping with more hookers than a thousand dollar gigolo, drinking more booze than anyone alive and burning neurons to the brim.
And now?
Calm.
Like that wondrous breeze kissing a tree next to a fine still lake.
And while Dave spread love in the form of fine major chords, Teddy lifted his red wine to his mouth, letting that sweet dry juice slip down his throat, warming up his senses, turning his worry into stardom.
Oh, yes. Dreams of stardom dominated his life.
Psychic dreams, emotional wavelengths that came flying across the ether, reaching his spirit with fascinating fervor. How he suddenly had thought of the late George Michael and how he began speaking to the star. Great conversations with departed souls on the other side.
He’d had them all, all of those conversations.
He had spoken to Robin Williams and Lauren Bacall, Whitney Houston and Frank Sinatra and, yes, even Jesus. His mother and father, his grandfather and his mother-in-law. They had all spoken to him and given him advice.
It might’ve seemed crazy to anyone else, but Teddy felt these stars and souls, their energies so intact and so strong they had to be real.
More real than reality.
Then there was Elvis.
He shared so much with him.
Both diabetics, both falling off the toilet in a diabetic attack of low blood sugar. Elvis had died. Teddy had not. And it seemed so strange to Teddy that he, having spent years in show business, found the truth in his life so late.
He was the reincarnation of Elvis Presley’s twin brother Jessie, who died stillborn. How did he know that? A feeling, no more. Well, a bit more. Okay, a lot more. A colleague who told Teddy that he was like “Elvis’ brother” without knowing that Elvis had had one at all. The thing with Elvis' death and how Teddy had almost died in the bathroom and survived. Connections beyond the grave. Having grown up with Elvis’ music and feeling magically familiar with the soul of Elvis. Dreams of having been Elvis’ guardian angel in between lives and that weird familiarity with all things connected to the king. Waking up at 3:30 in the morning, again, again like so many times, and realizing that Jessie had died at 3:30 in the morning back on January 8th, 1935. Feeling the presence of some angel who seemed to have woken him up so late, or early, that night in 2016. So many times, Teddy had suffered epileptic fits from low sugar in his sleep. That night, he hadn’t died, but an angel had sat next to him, waking him up. And that song his ex-girlfriend had loved: “Jessie” by Joshua Kadison and feeling so damn close to that song, not knowing why.
Then, the DVD of Elvis’ Hits. Something vaguely familiar about all or those pictures.
He missed his twin.
The soul, an entity completely separated from the grave.
Damn it, Teddy smiled, thinking of all the similarities. Elvis and him, both fathers of daughters, both with very deep fondness for their mothers, both outsiders in school, both shy privately and both crazy rockers onstage. Both cordial and spiritual and sexual.
Then the thing that he scared him. Finding out that his blood sugar was low sitting on the toilet seat, actually deliberately and happily falling asleep and then waking up in a pool of blood a half hour later, hot damn sugar levels. Not until years later did he understand that he wanted to see his soulmate, his twin brother once again.
That was when he, Teddy, the ingenius compulsive psychic-neurotic, developed a theory: he and Elvis, or the souls they were, were the reincarnations of two best friends sent to war during the Crimean crisis in the 19th century. Both musicians, they never wanted to go to war, but were forced to fight by loving fathers, forced to be separated in various battlefield, dying in glory, missing each other terribly, forced to die without ever saying good bye.
It was between lives that they decided on a pact: they would be born as twins, but separated by death. The death of Jessie would become a catalyst for Elvis' success, a wound that gave him depth but told people ultimately that not even physical death can part souls and that life counts, no matter what the consequence, and that souls never forget.
Teddy would find out the truth of his confusion later in life, at the age the reincarnation of his twin brother died. He would first then understand why he always had problems letting things go, having been separated from his twin in his past incarnation.
Now a successful Elvis impersonator, Teddy had found an angel: his twin.
God works in mysterious ways.
Religion, Teddy realized, can never be God.
God is absolutely personal.
He is linked to every kiss, every caress and every memory of every friend who ever called himself loved by anyone beyond any limit of any horizon.
Life, so eternal, so true, a journey for the true in spirit.
Life, now and forever, past and present, was a journey meant to give you strength to travel well into the future within the eternal now with good memories as inspiration, spreading joy to those who now spent their reality loving you. Faith was a friend. Hope was a necessity. Positive thought was a reality. Elvis was a way of life.
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