I Remember the Moment

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a story based on spiritual experiences I have with Jimi Hendrix. The story explains what he experiences as memories of his twin flame come into his mind. It's a bit like a stream of consciousness story, with the memories bringing him to other worlds.

As the twilight stars came into the sky, Marshall looked up and gazed into space. His eyes were glowing like a thousand stars, and yet he felt no warmth in the cold, lonely night.

He was haunted by deep memories, memories which never left him no matter where he traveled in the world. And he traveled everywhere, performing for others and making music from his heart and soul. But he always felt a sense of loneliness, which not even the greatest cheers from an audience could assuage.

His true home was far from here, he felt. He felt he had seen other worlds before, ones that were full of love, instead of tragedy and pain....

He was a complicated man. No one knew that behind his shy, gentle smile, there were waves of pain. Of tragedies that happened when he was still just a young boy. These were the secrets that only came out in his music.

Very few people understood him. He could still remember how he was teased in his childhood, and how no one helped him when he stood alone in the corner, with tears in his eyes. He could remember how he struggled, how he dealt with pain and sorrow, and the grief that came with it... but none of that mattered now.

Marshall liked to be alone. He was alone now, with his guitar in his hands, and he gazed up into the sky. He loved music, so now he was gently playing it, and he swayed to the gentle sounds from his guitar.

Now a memory was coming into his mind - it was always the same memory, from another world, another time. That world was the world he knew he came from, where he truly belonged.

Marshall remembered the moment - and as he remembered, the tears of joy and wistfulness came into his eyes.

He was sitting under a tree, in the park where he could see the flowers grow and blossom every spring. Beside him was a kind, beautiful girl. She had eyes that gazed directly into his own, unflinching, steady eyes. He loved to gaze into them.

"Why do I have to leave you, Angelina?" he asked, in a trembling voice. He knew, without even saying much more, that this would be the last time he would see her.

"You have a life to live on the earth. And it's beautiful. They are waiting for you, waiting for you to bring music, and peace, and joy to the world. You can't stay with me much longer," she said softly.

"But why?" asked Marshall, his eyes filling with pain. "Why?"

"Because you don't just belong to me; you belong to the world. You have a mission ahead of you, and that's why you must incarnate on the earth."

Marshall gazed around him. The spirit world was so beautiful. It had colors so bright, they would hurt your earthly eyes, but in spirit, he felt no pain.

Yet he knew he had to leave this beautiful world. It was inevitable. The earth, as hard as it could be for his soul, needed him. And somehow, he knew his soul needed the earth, too, so he could grow and learn.

He gazed into the eyes of the girl. He had known her forever, long before either of them incarnated on the earth. He knew he would miss Angelina terribly. He loved her deep brown eyes, her tender smile, everything about her. But most of all, he loved her gentle, pure heart.

"I'll miss you, Angelina," he said, drawing her to him and kissing her.

"I know you will," she said, tilting her head and gazing kindly into his eyes. "But you will never forget me. And I'll never forget you. We'll meet again, I promise. Cross my heart."

She raised her hands and sent a blessing over him, and the sky was electrified with stars and rainbows. Marshall felt the love in her blessing wrap around him like a protective shield, and at last, he felt ready and brave enough to leave the spirit world.

And that was the end of the memory - the memory that followed him throughout the rest of his life.

Marshall kept the memory to himself. Only in his songs would he keep describing "angels", because of the one angel he remembered and would never forget, no matter how hard his life on the earth became.

That memory kept him company, throughout the long, hard years. He would miss her, he would cry, but he would see her in his dreams, and then his loneliness would fade away. "As long as I have this memory, I will never be alone. I'll never forget where I come from, and who I love," he thought. "I remember the moment."


Submitted: March 01, 2021

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dreamcatcher10

This was so sweet! :)

Wed, March 3rd, 2021 3:35pm

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Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

Sun, March 7th, 2021 12:31am

dreyoung4

i like to see you join onto wattpad!

Sat, November 13th, 2021 5:44pm

dreyoung4

i like to see you join onto wattpad!

Sat, November 13th, 2021 5:44pm

dreyoung4

i like to see you join onto wattpad!

Sat, November 13th, 2021 5:44pm

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Hi there, I might try one day! I do a lot of writing so I am not sure if I will have time to make out for it, but maybe one day I can try it. I used to read Wattpad quite a bit, there are some good stories on there! :)

Sat, November 13th, 2021 9:46am

dreyoung4

wow sorry, i said that too many times. it glitched up.

Sat, November 13th, 2021 5:45pm

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It's okay! :)

Sat, November 13th, 2021 9:53am

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