Are you like me, when it comes to finding a good paranormal story?
Nothing warms my heart – or chills my cockles – more. Especially if it includes romance. Make that romance frustrated, suppressed, and kind of skewed, and I’m hooked.
What if you woke up one day and found a wild paranormal romance unfolding in front of you?
In 1999, I had an NDE. At least, “Near-Death-Experience” is the best description I’ve found so far. I often try to invent a word that expresses what happened to me… maybe someday I’ll nail it.
This experience happened while I was asleep… or at least in an altered state, lying in bed, thinking I was asleep. A Being made of white light approached me. All I could see were hands: glowing, insubstantial, inexplicable.
The hands touched mine, and everything exploded into brilliant white light. He swept me out of my body and off on an adventure so overwhelming I can’t recall details. Showed me the universe – how vast and multilayered it is. When he returned me to my body, I drifted back into it, re-filling and warming it, resonating with ecstasy from the journey.
When I woke, I wanted more. I had to find that Being. Who was he?
Like a story with a great hook, I couldn’t put it down. And each chapter brings new adventures.
My journey since 1999 has been about teetering in balance. Trying to find ways to live with the memories of that journey, and searching for that Being, while also paying the bills.
After almost twenty years of living amidst alternate realities, two approaches help me find some of that elusive balance.
First, I’ve realized I must play along… figure out how to make things work in this plane. Follow its rules. I can’t muster the power to make up my own rules, and I know checking out of this place won’t help me find my dream-buddies. I’m making lemonade with the lemons, you might say.
Second, I find solace in writing. It’s a way to take the reins more and live through these experiences. I’ve begun crafting stories to share with others, each offering glimpses of what I’ve seen.
These strategies for living my story make it less frightening for others, and more tangible for me. Paranormal becomes okay.
When I view my life as a story I’m writing, I’m a character striving towards a goal: to reunite with my brilliant Light-Friend. Conflicts and tension crop up daily. The more time passes, the higher the stakes get. Obstructions thread through my plot, like villains that just won’t die.
But the more I write more about my life, the more sense it makes. The more I share, the more I connect with others. And best of all, I find I’m not alone.
Each of us writes our own story. I know, you’ve heard that before. But when we take an author’s – or reader’s – view, we can step back, away from the craziness or boredom, and notice how it weaves together.
What will my heroine do next?
That’s my plan for tomorrow.
About the Author:
Writing and creating images have been Leslee Hare’s most passionate creative outlets since childhood.
Leslee draws upon her experiences as a Buddhist, a teacher of kids’ Dharma classes, an Architect, a Writer, an Illustrator, and a participant on the Autism Spectrum to share her insights and view of the world.
You can see more of her work on the web here.
These days, Leslee lives in Pine Lake, Georgia, with Lucas the Game Designer, Sylvie the Cat, and as many flowers as will fit.