#Out of Body

[wynnielovescranesntheirpartners]

crane wives memes day 22 ♡

[howifeltabouthim]

I suspended the use of myself; that is, I was not here, I was not the actor within my body, but rather an audience for the scenes my body performed, a reader of the fictions my body lived.

Catherine Lacey, from Biography of X

[random-xpressions]

Ecstasy is when my soul escapes my body to a place where its just the two of us...

Random Xpressions

[heartjohnsonart]

heart s. johnson | i'm not there

[lifeinpoetry]

Out of my body and out of my mind is just where I am aiming to go:

to daydreams and thousand-yard stares across stretches of land,

I travel where my father cannot touch me. This is the only way

I inhabit here.

— Glenis Redmond, from "Out of Body," The Listening Skin

[myfacereallyaches]

Reading Out of Body again is making me feel so nostalgic…

[mistresskayla-blog1]

Disembodied Souls

Characters: Harry Kennedy x OC Iara Chepi (Guale Native American)

Lyn's Writing Event - Week 3 - Day 18

Part 1.

May 18th: Week 3: Indigenous

Characters: Harry Kennedy x OC Guale Iara Chepi  (ghost lady of the water)

Fandom: Richard Armitage – Harry Kennedy – Vicar of Dibley

The characters of Harry Kennedy and Geraldine Granger were created for television by Paul Mayhew-Archer and Richard Curtis

Word Count: 2k

Location: Savannah, GA – river valley  (modern times)

Warnings: dreams, hallucinations, out of body, consciousness altering, ghosts, anxiety, panic attack, disorientation, kissing,

            Harry and Geraldine had arrived in the US without much incident. The Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport in Atlanta, Georgia  was vast and took some getting used to for Geraldine. Harry was doting and casual as they strode through customs and made it to the rental car. Harry offered to drive, and Geraldine insisted she wanted to learn.

“Harry, I think if I’m going to be here, I should learn something.�� Geraldine said.

Harry chuckled, “I just think it might be better if we hired someone to drive us to Savannah”

Geraldine looked at him perturbed, “Do you want to drive?” she queried standing at the rental counter. Harry shrugged and looked at Geraldine with fondness, “No love, I don’t really, but I will if you want me to.” Geraldine smiled, and they kissed in front of the clerk. Geraldine smiled back at the clerk, “Yes, we will need a car, please, thank you.” The clerk finished their reservation and directed them out into a parking lot. Geraldine took the keys and paperwork and Harry walked her out. They walked up the stalls looking for the one marked Kennedy, and placed their bags in the trunk of the car. Geraldine started the car, adjusting the seat and looking at all the gadgets in the dash.

“Oh my, there is a lot here to distract oneself isn’t there. She looked at the smooth paneled screen in the middle of the console, “Oh look Harry you can watch telly on this its so big, my lord.” Harry smiled in a chuckle, “I think we can use it for navigation.” He turned it on, and searched the menu, plugging in the host hotels coordinates. Geraldine had set the keys down in the cup holder and pushed the “start” button by the steering wheel. The engine fired up and she pulled out hesitantly out of the stall.

25 minutes later, they were on the round about highway system in Atlanta, heading southeast towards Savannah. The GPS read out that they would reach their destination in about 4 hours. Geraldine let out a big sigh, “Boy they certainly make a girl travel don’t they?”  Harry nodded, “Yes 4 hours plus the flight, we will have traveled nearly 24 hours since we left home. It will be nice to get some fresh air and a good rest. Good thing we flew in early.” Harry checked the itinerary on his phone, “Your meetings start at 9 am tomorrow.” Geraldine rolled her eyes, “Well at least we can find some dinner on the way,”

They stopped for a bite and made it to their hotel by 10 pm local time. There bodies were worn down and they both crashed in their clothes, flopping down on top of the covers as soon as they entered the room.

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The next morning Geraldine roused and kissed Harry on the cheek, “Wakey wakey, sleepy head.” Harry groaned and rolled over, “Oh gosh, did we sleep like this all night?” he asked. Geraldine looked at him, “Yeah we did.” Harry stretched and started taking off his jacket, shirt and pants. Geraldine was already dressed and ready. Harry looked at her, “What time is it?” He looked at his watch, realizing he hadn’t shifted it yet, and looked to the nightstand clock. It was 830 am.

Geraldine yawned a bit, and kissed him, “I’m going to grab a spot of breakfast, are you joining me?” she said, looking at him in his shorts, and winking.

Harry looked down at himself, “Best not. I will catch up with you at lunch though, ya?”

Geraldine, “Fair enough. See you then, love you.” Harry blew her a kiss and headed for the shower.

---

After an adequate shower and a change of clothes, Harry headed out of the hotel for a stroll. He had heard there was a lovely park along the river nearby, so he started walking. About a block away is a very large colonial cemetery, Harry walked along its edge, humming a tune that he didn’t know. It was mid-morning, and the sun lit up the place in vibrance. Harry kept walking despite the gates being open for tourists.

Harry continued through the bustle of the city and towards his destination, Emmet Park, a brilliant stroll through large Oak trees, where Spanish moss hung in ominous drafts across the long lateral branches. The park was sparse of people and Harry happily strolled through it. Stopping by one of the large oaks, to rest a bit. He closed his eyes a mere second and fell straight asleep, his head tucking into his chest, his long legs crossed and outstretched, not quite blocking the pathway for others.

Harry looked like a temperance painting propped against the trunk of the tree. The sun went behind the clouds and the moss seemed to grow deeper and grey in the paling of the light. The moss grew closer to him, surrounding him, Harry was dreaming already. Or was he?

Harry saw a lone figure near the edge of the water. She rose from the riverbed, water soaking her clothes, but not sheeting off. She had dark black hair, and hollow eyes. She walked slowly through the park, towards Harry’s sleeping form by the towering old oak. Harry fell deeper into sleep, and his body slumped against the ground to his side. His form flattening the patch of grass he was on. The woman approached him, in her shroud of garments, it matched her greying skin, and Harry could see her, even though his body was asleep. Harry started to panic a bit. How could he be looking at himself, he thought. How was he out of his body?

The sky was billowing white, and the trees were bright green, and the moss was growing, the ominous feeling crept into Harry’s consciousness, making him shudder. Harry’s body still lay slumped on the ground. Passersby gave him no notice. And Harry couldn’t feel his chest, he touched his chest, and he couldn’t feel his heart. But his mind was alive with worry and panic.

He tried to breathe, but he couldn’t feel his breath. He closed his eyes to gather his wits, but that didn’t change what he was feeling, or how he was floating above the scene watching it play out. The woman touched down to the earth, and slowly approached Harry’s limp body. She leaned down, brushing her lips against his, and Harry watched, absolutely horrified and intrigued in the same moment. The moments ticked by, as she moved closer to Harry’s body, and laid against it, rolling him over onto his back. Her dampness wearing a stain against his trousers and shirt. She moaned against him, in a way that wasn’t unnatural to Harry’s boyish ears. It just seemed misplaced in this moment.

She pressed herself further into him, and Harry shuddered as she entered his body, a coarse light opened up from his heart center, and the spectre poured inside him. The light flashed close and left his body intact, although a bit damp.

Harry’s eyes on the ground shot open, and someone was touching Harry’s chest, but it wasn’t Harry. The spectre, the woman was inside Harry’s body now. Their souls were switched, Harry, mouthed the word no, as he was unable to speak. Unable to gasp, unable to pound on his chest and wake himself up from this nightmare. The figure below, that was himself, touched his chest, and smoothed out his shirt, then smiled beguilingly and looked up towards Harry at the branch of the tree. The eyes weren’t Harry’s they flashed a dark grey then to black, then back to brilliant blue, within an instant.

Harry watched himself stand up, stretch and start to walk away, but where was he/she going?

---

Harry started to panic feeling his grip slipping away as his body walked away from him. Then he felt a pull to this new form he was in, it passed through the air like a wind and swept him along, several feet above his now strolling body. He was still connected, an instant of elation swept over him. He could still get back in, if he could figure out how. Now as an incorporeal entity himself thoughts Geraldine’s discussion about the afterlife and souls sprang up, as his new softened form was being more or less dragged down the street by an unseen tether of consciousness.

The Spectre strutted down the street, smiling at various people on the sidewalk, and winking at quite a few people too. Harry cringed to see that, and kept his gaze firm, trying to deduce how to get back into himself. The Spectre heads back in the direction of the hotel, and enters the lobby. Geraldine is in the lobby on a break, looking for Harry. The Spectre sees a large woman looking at Harry expectantly and reacts in a normal fashion, opening Harry’s arms to her. Geraldine hugs Harry appreciatively. And the Spectre whispers into Geraldine’s ear, but Harry cannot hear it from his place above them. He watches Geraldine stiffen, and then look at Harry disapprovingly. Harry puts his non-existent hand to his nonexistent face in wonder.

Geraldine steps away from Harry, trying to smile, “Harry, we can’t. I still have more meetings to go to, maybe later, you cad,” that gorgeous smile of hers ringing through. Harry melted from above, he really loved that lady. The Spectre must have said something graphic, he wished he knew what it was.

Geraldine took Harry by the hand and led him to lunch. Geraldine watched as Harry looked at the food with such eagerness, and watched everyone around them, eating slowly and savoring bites. “Harry, are you sure you are alright?” Geraldine asked.

The Spectre looked at her, “yeah, yes, I think the fresh air made me, more hungry”, he responded. Harry could hear that from above and realized that the Spectre must have been without a vessel for sometime and was now reveling in being able to do human things again.

Harry thought to himself, “I guess that is kind of sweet, although disrespectful to take someone’s body like this.”

The group finished lunch, Geraldine gave Harry a brisk kiss, and then headed for a conference room. The Specter, putting her hand in Harry’s pocket found a key card, looked at it puzzled and decided to wander around the hotel a bit. Harry floating above her/him, them, tried to think how to get them to talk to him. How could he communicate to them. Could he lure them to a mirror or a room or something?

“Think, Harry think. There has got to be a way to get their attention”

The Spectre looked up at the ceiling then, locking eyes with Harry, and grinning devilishly, the eyes shifting again to black. Harry shuddered, knowingly. The Spectre found a staircase and walked up it, opening doors and walking through corridors calmly. Harry of course followed without preamble. Harry tried to think if there was a way to talk to it through his mind, presuming that his body still had some grasp of that. Figuring it was the thought that brought about the response, he was hopeful, and told the Spectre to use the card to get into the room down the hall. Harry noticed they were on the correct floor for his and Geraldine’s room.

The Spectre nodded and removed the key card from Harry’s pants pocket, Harry though hard to indicate to hold it up along the door handle. The door clicked and the Spectre turned the handle slowly, entering the room. The Spectre looked around, as if expecting to see someone else in there. Harry kind of chagrinned, the Spectre set the key card down on the dresser and stood facing the mirror. Harry was hovering above it, and somehow, he felt the ability to just shift down to the floor, near it at least.

(part 2 in the new week)

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[gummigvts]

The feeling of floating.

Finally making it out of this body,

Finally finding a way to leave this shattered mess.

Everything draws distant,

Your head is not yours, nor is the body

Your feelings are gone, numbness overtakes you

As you float,

As you are finally free from your cage

No longer shackled to the scared ruined mess

[krskrash]

[eudikot]

I keep getting beautiful mp100 fanfic artworks on my feed which means I have to open that fanfic and save it for later, but they're coming at me faster then I can read them please help stop posting captivating fanfic artwork.

[howifeltabouthim]

. . . he was taken out of himself in a way, and to a degree, which no other exercise of mind, body, or spirit had done.

L.P. Hartley, from The Harness Room

[santmat]

  Spiritual Experiences and Mystical Experiences of Heaven, OOBEs & NDEs, and the Rule About Not Sharing One's Inner Experiences in Sant Mat - Spiritual Awakening Radio Podcast

Today... explaining the rule in Sant Mat about not sharing one's own personal inner experiences with others - why is that? It's all about keeping experiences private, authentic, free from ego and free from outside contamination or mental phantasmagoria, also free of pressures and expectations about what one "should" be experiencing. Everyone is at their own unique level or place in Inner Space. We need only to focus on our own inward journey, stay in touch with That, and keep it real, keep it 100!

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Seek To See God Now - Liberation During This Life - Mystic-Poem of Sant Tulsi Sahib

"In this life, the concept of salvation all describe;

To meet the Lord by dying while living [meditation], none discloses.

They all speak of the goal of salvation after death;

How to attain it while living, no one says.

Were they to reveal the method of achieving release while living,

Then alone would Tulsi be convinced of their words.

Who speaks, after seeing with their own eyes,

and teach the method of salvation during life,

They are of the stage and stature of Saints,

for they reveal the quintessence of the soul."

The Expanse Above, from Saint Isaac the Syrian's Spiritual Works, Translated by Mary Hansbury:

"By stillness of the body and ceasing from this world, solitaries imagine the true stillness and the withdrawal from nature which will occur at the end of the corporeal world. By means of the mind, the solitaries are united with the world of the Spirit. By means of meditation, they are involved in the expanse above."

Awaken to the Resplendent Light Within You - Sant Tulsi Sahib of Hathras, Mystic Verses from the Book of Shabdavali:

"Listen, O swan-soul, ascend to your true abode.

So says the Master again and again.

You do not pay attention to his words;

O finish your sorrows and joys and transmigrations.

If the deluded soul were to unite with her Source,

Never again would she be encumbered by body and mind.

From the Source of the Divine Ocean opens a Portal to the Light;

O awaken that resplendent Light within you."

In Divine Love (Bhakti), Light, and Sound, At the Feet of the Masters, Radhasoami,

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[dustedmagazine]

GEO — Out of Body (Erste Theke Tontraeger)

GEO jerks to life like a marionette, all angled knees and elbows cavorting in syncopation. The band, out of Netherlands’ Groningen, builds spiked architectures out of terse bass, antic guitar squiggles and block simple drumbeats. A singer of sorts, one Jorne Visser, scowls and stutters abstract poetry, wild-eyed but deadpan. The band shares a guitarist, Michiel Klein, with Lewsberg, but has none of the languid philosophizing or limpid VU-ish guitar of that band. He’s the chaos burning through these robot-funky grooves, scrabbling for purchase, yelping, shrieking, dragging pick over detuned strings. All is tight, irregular, paranoiac and off-kilter. It could collapse into a pile of sticks at any moment.   

“Big Fire” is a helluva ride here, careening up on two wheels on the corners, a Bog Shed jitter veering off into entropy. “Ah-ah-ah,” screeches Visser, as bass and drums execute madly rectilinear grooves, Fire Engine-esque riffs finishing with an antic flourish on woodblocks. “We are building…the invisible house…ay, ay,” declares Visser and then, abruptly, it’s over.

Or consider lurching, flailing “Sunglasses,” striding three steps forward, then shuffling back, a siren going off somewhere, danger, danger ahead. “The music sounds weird, the rhythm sounds fine,” stutters Visser, a statement of aesthetic if you ever heard one. Later, “So Many Ways” spasms giddily, a dead ringer for Maximum Joy, a wind-up version of the Pop Group, a throwback to the days when post-punk made us dance like possessed creatures, tangled in the stops and starts and bass-bumping fury; we fell down pretty often.

The point is that many try the post-punk skeleton-knocking dance macabre, but few nail it quite this powerfully. GEO is out of its mind and out of its body. It’ll take you there, too.  

Jennifer Kelly

[theboywithburninghands]

The Mood of Humanz

And here’s the other Gorillaz album I’ve listened to the most. Same deal as the last one, just sort of felt like… talking about how each song makes me feel. Uh I didn’t include the interludes, since they’re just interludes. I also didn’t include any of the Super Deluxe tracks since I’ve only heard most of those once (except Garage Palace which is awesome) and wouldn’t have a ton to say. Read it or don’t, it’s fine with me.

1: Ascension: The beginning of a climactic party or protest concert. Here to hype you the hell up and make you excited and angry and happy.

2: Strobelite: You walked into a party that’s somehow chill and absolutely bumping at the same time. People are friendly and non-judgmental and the dance floor is open and there’s plenty to eat and drink.

3: Saturnz Barz: Feels like a cool, space themed retro video game that was made by someone from a different country that had an incredibly hard life. You don’t know what they’ve gone through from your place of privilege but you respect the hell out of them and what they’ve managed to do.

4: Momentz: Feels like you met a guy who’s way cooler than you to dance and hang around with at a party. He tells you about a one night stand with a girl, but by the end of the night you feel like he’s actually pretty sad and lonely.

5: Submission: This is a weird one, bear with me. This one feels like you’re in a poly relationship with a girl and a guy. You’re constantly depressed out of nowhere. Your girlfriend is sweet and patient and constantly there to support you, and she’s getting worried about your mental health. The guy doesn’t input much, maybe because he’s busy or he has his own demons, until one night when he just snaps and rants at you about how he can’t come to your pity party every day and you need to do something to help yourself. They’re both helpful and unhelpful in their own way.

6: Charger: This one is another tricky one. I think a YouTube comment I found about it sounding like a scene where a supervillain gets their powers describes it better than I ever could. It definitely sounds dark and menacing, but in, like, an awesome way.

7: Andromeda: Not a whole lot to say about this one. Feels like a big dance around a huge neon planet, maybe with some stars on the ceiling. Definitely a sort of “big finale” feeling to a party, or like the biggest budget dance event.

8: Busted and Blue: This one is easy. A bad depressive episode. Like, lay on your floor and stare at the ceiling while wishing you weren’t born, depressed. Feeling like a waste of skin, an irredeemable piece of scum depressed. Your loved ones secretly hate you and have hated you for years, depressed.

9: Carnival: Feels like a scary and kind of intentionally grotesque theme park. There’s stuff to do and games to play, but the guests around you seem nervous and the entertainers are way too into their job, or keep mumbling about how the system is manipulating you.

10: Let Me Out: Things are bad and they’ve gotten worse. They need to change or there won’t be a future for anyone. Some people are screwed just because they’re not part of the ruling race. It ain’t getting better, but you shouldn’t give up.

11: Sex Murder Party: Feels like the middle of a party (duh) but you spot a really ugly argument going on between a couple. One of them is sky high and acting reckless and the other is sitting in the corner, seething. They might do something crazy. You should probably go somewhere else.

12: She’s My Collar: A snapshot of a really sexually satisfying but unhealthy relationship. It’s not good for you, but it’s what you need right now, so you keep your mouth shut and enjoy it.

13: Hallelujah Money: A rich person you really don’t like is on tv somewhere in public, so you can’t turn the tv off. They’re bragging about another accomplishment they don’t deserve, and you have to listen to them. This song is kind of like peeling back the mask and showing exactly what kind of greed and arrogance this person is vomiting out without the veneer of kindness.

14: We Got The Power: A pretty simple motivational song. Feels sort of artificial, which may or may not be the point.

15: The Apprentice: Kind of like watching someone you used to like become cruel and incredibly pompous when they’re offered a fat paycheck. Reminds me of trash streamers.

16: Halfway to The Halfway House: Feels like a splitting headache that suddenly hits you in the middle of a party, so you have to lay down somewhere and ride it out while you watch people around you have fun and get wasted.

17: Out of Body: You’re not really fitting in at the party, until you find a girl that persuades you to try something different and kinda crazy. Drugs? A real satanic ritual? She’s nice and talks you through it but why are her eyes glowing? You have an incredible time, but she disappears after everything is over.

18: Ticker Tape: Getting home from a party and relaxing by yourself. You don’t feel amazing, but you’re content at least. It’s getting cold so you can see your breath on the way home. Peaceful.

19: Circle of Friendz: Throwing empty beer bottles at a brick wall while you and your friends sit around and do nothing. You guys have been friends for ages and can spend time together and get nothing interesting done and still be satisfying. It’s a waste of time, but a pleasant one.