Forgetting

by Dreal

It's possible to forget even the most deliberate of wrongs done to yourself. Floating around as a disembodied spirit gives one a very new perspective on life, if you can remember ever having had one. So I forgot. I floated between life and death, aimless and directionless and forgot everything. It's a good time to heal, or at least cover-over, old wounds. A time to build more personality flaws which will later become neurosis in a later life, to ingrain the traumas into a new fingerprint on one's soul, to come to life eventually and not understand why one is the way one is, to live life as new, a confusing coincidence, rather than a deliberate writing of one's future, a choice one makes to ask important questions of Life and Death. Life, as a playground for one's higher self, is a marvel and a wonder, certainly to be cherished and enjoyed.

Someone mentioned my name to a channeler. The young untrained channeler did not deliberately seek me out; it was an unconscious connection. I found myself gravitating to the channeler, and I was invited in. I had nothing better to do, having been floating around busily forgetting, so I decided to stay.

I still don't remember everything that Xaron did to me. Indeed, I refuse to remember. Xaron and I have been good friends in this Earthly lifetime, and any time I get a little too close to the memories, I feel great pain. Even remembering as much as I have is torment to me. I don't want to go into it any further, go back any further. I remember the beginning and the end; I do not believe I need to remember the middle. I'm much happier for forgetting. Now I live with many other people the channeler has living in her head, I have friends and family, and I am relatively safe, sane, and happy. And neurotic, but then who isn't?

The beginning of my story is written up in detail in the story "The Time Being". I hope you have enjoyed our stories. Dreal

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