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Enchanted Souls Within Human Bodies

Spirits have always been around. Some are angels, then, there are those that seem like they’ve been around forever, centuries, even. The joke is they are guiding their human unsuspecting souls to further a bigger consciousness. Sometimes they use their hosts to spur on huge discoveries. Once in a while, they have a fling with an old flame spirit or something like that.

By Lucy SochaPublished 2 years ago 19 min read
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Spirits have always been around. Some are angels, then, there are those that seem like they’ve been around forever, centuries, even. The joke is they are guiding their human unsuspecting souls to further a bigger consciousness. Sometimes they use their hosts to spur on huge discoveries. Once in a while they have a fling with an old flame spirit or something like that.

Marty was born the usual way, but 3 months early. His mother was astonished that she was pregnant in the first place as she was still bleeding and had no inkling or clue that she was with child other than a sick feeling in her tummy which she shook off as too much coffee in the morning without some food. And, she already had 2 lovely daughters: 5 and 11 years of age.

Marty could not wait to be born. Though upon his birth he turned blue and the hospital had to purchase its first incubator to accommodate Marty and all his needs. Marty was sort of a miracle birth. Heaven knew he was special, but no one but his father would see him that way, at least no one on Earth.

Marty and his parents were written up in the local paper: “The New Citizen”. They described him as a little “peanut.” He was born 1 lb. and 5 oz. at St. Francis Hospital in Hamtramck, MI. It was the talk of the town.

His mother, Melinda, was embarrassed she had birthed a baby so small and he was none too pretty as his flesh was rather thin and had a bluish tinge. Doctors said that Marty would probably not make it to see his first Birthday.

One wondered how such a little bitty baby would survive to 6 months. The Guinness World Book of Records did show that a baby was born at 1lb. and 4 ounces prior, but it did not survive more than 6 months.

The story that no one knew, but the cosmic spirits and angels that Marty was special. He was destined for greater things. The mission was supplanted by a new mission equally as great, but different. Plans had changed because Marty sustained a punch to the uterus in which he grew. When Melinda told Alfred about being pregnant, Alfred was not happy. He was angry. But, Melinda explained the visit to Dr. Makovich and he confirmed the news.

Alfred in a fit of frustration and rage punched Melinda in her belly which was not, yet, big at all. Melinda was anemic and the bleeding was a mess from her hemorrhoids and her periods which extended 7 days usually. It was good news to her that as of recent her period was only a couple of days a month and was very light something she attributed to working in a meat factory freezer and not eating very much.

Instantaneously, Melinda fell back onto the carpeted floor. The 2 girls were watching “I Love Lucy” in another room. Melinda felt the contractions and her water broke. Alfred’s face turned pale and quickly returned to normal. He was mortified at what he had done, but he wasn’t thinking. This was something he would never forgive himself for.

Melinda could not speak due to the pain. The expected bruising did not occur until Melinda was out of the hospital. Melinda did not tell her doctor what happened. Marty was in distress the attending obstetrician and nurses did everything they could to save the tiny baby. And, they were successful. A new incubator was purchased by the hospital and the hat was passed around every floor to help in the cost of the purchase. Doctors, nurses, the administrative offices all gave generously. It was how things were in those days.

Marty had problems though. Marty was allergic to milk, so a soy formula was found that Marty was able to stomach. Marty spent 6 months in the hospital while his Mother left the hospital after 3 days.

In the cosmos and the spiritual world, all angels and spirits were aware of every second of Marty’s life. Unbeknownst to humans, there was a special spirit that was assigned to Marty and his future. The spirit entered the human vessel as it was unplanned that Marty would be birthed so soon. The enthused good spirit was anxiously animated and wanted to start Marty on his new adventures in life.

From the moment Marty came home, Melinda made sure that the home was spotless and the crib and diapers were all as they should be, clean and soft. Great care was taken by Melinda to make sure Marty got all the nourishment he needed, but Melinda could not bring herself to love Marty. She tried, but she didn’t even like him. Still, she did her best to hide the truth. Alfred knew, but he now blamed Melinda for Marty’s misfortune. It was she that made Alfred punch her in her belly.

Alfred was amazed at how he held Marty at a little over a pound in weight. As if Marty were a pound of butter. He was amazed at life itself and God’s miracle. Alfred became Marty’s fiercest protector and cruelest punisher.

Marty’s spirit helper forgot himself and entered Marty’s mind. He would have conversations with Marty, but Marty was just an empty fresh brain absorbing the world. A tabula rasa for real. Marty was aware of the kind male voice who always seemed so happy. He did not know it was odd, or that maybe he should feel afraid.

The voice said to Marty, “So what’s it going to be? What do you want to do? Oh, we're going to have such fun. I can’t wait!” Another male voice could be heard in the distance saying: “You need not be so excited, things may not go as planned.” But, the spirit retorted, “How much fun it is to have this chance. The world is open to Marty and he will do well.” Then all of a sudden, the voice was gone. Marty was 8 months old, yet, still no bigger than a 5-month-old. His doctor was pessimistic that Marty would survive. He told Melinda to not push Marty to crawl or walk. That Melinda should just allow Marty to be. Yet, the universe, God, had other plans.

At almost 2 years of age, Marty was playing with plastic blocks in the dining room on the carpeted floor. All of a sudden, a sweet clear, youthful voice of a woman told Marty, “Get up! Get up, Marty. It’s important for you to walk so that you can later fulfill your greater destiny.” Marty did not know where the voice came from, but it was definitely inside his head in his little body.

Marty took hold of the metal gold leg on the dining set and got up. The voice within said, “You can do it, Marty, walk! Don’t be afraid.” And, Marty began to walk. The odd part was that his mother, Melinda, was sitting in the kitchen sideways to Marty and she observed the whole action and didn’t do anything. You would think she would be elated or crying something like that. But, Melinda did nothing. Again, the voice disappeared.

Growing up was difficult for Marty because on the one hand he was dressed nicely and well-groomed. He was fed well and his needs were met, but beyond that love was not there. His sisters were jealous that he received all the attention, but they, also, knew that their mother did not like him or love him. She told them that herself. So Marty got ignored a lot.

Marty was still the apple of his father’s eye. His father would take him everywhere and the twinkle in his father’s eyes assured Marty that he was loved somewhat by his father. However, he knew that his father was also a very mean man. He knew this as his mother sustained beatings and punches now and then, especially, after he had been drinking.

When he was not drinking, upon occasion, Marty’s father would become enraged with Marty. Marty fully sensed that he was like a bird in a cage. While his sisters could go off with friends and go places, Marty went nowhere. Marty was confined to the backyard without any toys to play with. It was all very boring. Marty wanted to make friends very badly, so he climbed fences to find friends. Each time Marty got whipped with a strap, so much that he could hardly breathe. It didn’t happen daily, but often enough to make Marty tremble at times.

Marty wanted to learn to read and write at an early age, but no one would teach him. His sisters were too busy. Frannie finally told him his ABCs, his numbers, which he knew right away, but he wanted to know how to write words. Frannie did not want to take the time to teach Marty.

Marty entered school a year later than his classmates. He wanted to make friends but ended up just sitting in a seat and spacing out for most of the time.

Marty was tested by Dr. Spock himself who found nothing wrong with Marty, but that he limped a bit due to a club foot, slight astigmatism in his left eye, and a very timid, but intelligent boy. Dr. Spock told Melinda that there was nothing wrong with Marty and that he was endearing and smart. Melinda was surprised, but she was not really all that happy either.

Marty was overexuberant and had a lot of energy. Marty wanted friends most of all and to play. Most kids did not like him because he walked funny and they just didn’t like him. Marty was super sensitive so it hurt him and depressed him.

Years went by and no one really cared how Marty did in school. A few times Marty got a 100% on tests and in math, but when he did teachers assumed he cheated.

Marty got more serious about school and used his free time to study. He was very lonely though. Through all his high school years he did not find any girl that actually would go out with him. It was rumored that there were girls that liked him, but most basically just ignored him. He found part-time work at Bakers Shoe Store and there was a girl who genuinely liked him, but by that time he was a week away from going to Central Michigan University on a 4-year scholarship.

He anticipated much change and relished the chance to be free of his ever-hovering parents. Once at college, he studied Statistics, Math, and Science. He kept a 3.9 average thorough out his college years. He finally met Anna. Anna was his dreamboat. She was average in stature, but her long dark tresses and gigantic orbs of brown and onyx eyes entranced him. She too studied Physics and Math. The two became inseparable.

There was a certain chemistry between the pair. And, the familiar voices within Marty’s brain were apparent, but only during dream cycles. The voices encouraged Marty to continue with his Math and Scientific studies. While Marty awakened each morning, he could still hear the voices, but they faded quickly as he became fully awake.

Anna and Marty formed a great match in scientific circles and personally in home life. Anna was the more colorful one. She would dare Marty to do things he never pursued before. She got him to try Sushi, which he loved. She got him to go on the biggest roller coaster ever in Dayton Ohio at Cedar Point. The 2 had a blast. They eventually got engaged and got married.

They moved to Lake Tahoe and worked for Tahoe Environmental Research Center with the famous scientist Robert Gerdel who laid the foundation for the important Sierra snowpack and did the groundwork for a water management system that helped catapult California by leaps and bounds into a global economic giant. Marty’s and Anna’s work was highly revered as the Research Center continued to work on waterways and water waste issues, as well as attempted to combat the effects of Climate Change.

But, prior to this the spirits and angels of the environment were on a mission to help Marty stay clear of the roadblocks that would dissuade or further delay the work Robert Gerdel once began. They were making progress.

Marty felt as though he was charmed. And indeed, he was. He was lucky enough to get one of the biggest grants ever given to the Sierra Research Center and with that came his “cherry-picked” best interns, associates, and colleagues. The team was unlike any other and when they got together in a team the augmentation of their ideas sparked and fired above in the universe’s realm although no one on Earth could see it in actuality.

A life-changing event came in unexpectedly and Anna was diagnosed with Breast Cancer. Though her doctors thought they caught it early, a slight amount of Cancer remained hidden under her breast bone located just below her heart. 6 months later Anna died.

Marty was devasted and his grief rampant. The only way he knew to survive was to concentrate even more on his work. For the next 10 years, Marty would awaken in the morning to hear the once familiar inside voices of the past. He still was unable to focus and make out what the voices were saying, but once he was fully awake they were gone, just as before.

He would have his 5-ounce glass of OJ and his steel-cut oatmeal with blueberries, bananas, or strawberries and coffee with a spot of vanilla flavored coffee mate. He would put on his pale blue T-shirt, the one with Mickey Mouse on it, the one Anna gave him. It was threadbare by now, but he cherished it.

Then one day, Marty had a new colleague show up at the Research Center. It was Edith Blake. She was from Germany but spoke with a British accent. She was around 15 years older than Marty. Marty delighted in her as her vast knowledge of Climate Change problems and their solutions matched only his own. Along with that, she had an easy-going way and a dry sense of humor.

Edith and Marty shared many traits. Apparently, Edith too had a rough childhood, but it was not due to the failings of her parents or her health, but because Edith had terrible migraines. When she had migraine spells all sorts of colors and lights would flash just before an episode. And, with that came the voices in her head that she at most times could not make out. Still, throughout each and every episode she was able to come out of it and return to whatever task was at hand.

At other times, the aura was debilitating. She would have to lie down and try to sleep it off. Often she would hear the voices as she was falling asleep. Within minutes, she would lay a cool compress on her forehead and take Topiramate in case any seizures might happen.

Marty was concerned about his new best friend and was, also, scared that she may die too like his Anna. He knew it was an irrational fear, but it was there. Marty talked to many of his friends who were doctors and were on the cutting edge of research into Migraines, but no one, yet, figured out all the ins and outs of the mysterious auras and Migraines. They told him about what diet she would benefit from and various medications, but there was really nothing new to offer.

Edith knew about the latest treatments for Migraines. She knew this since she was 2 years old. Back then the aura was more colorful and with flashes of light and tingling all over her body. Then there were the voices. The far-off voices discussing things she could not make out.

A year went by and more headway had been done than in the previous 2 years. Marty and Edith were happy that they were making such good progress. They decided to go skiing. The snow would be at its best just before Valentine’s Day. They would spend the entire weekend on a mini vaycay. And, return to the Research Center on Monday, or maybe even Tuesday.

The 2 had become quite close and shared mutual likes and dislikes. Oddly, they both stopped off to get coffee and nibbles at the nearby Starbucks and noticed the coffee mugs with colorful heart shapes on them. They were at 2 different shops but were of equal minds at each got a new mug for their friend.

That weekend the snow was perfect. They chatted on their ride to the ski resort. They shared stories and snacks and often finished off each other’s sentences, then they would laugh so hard it brought tears to their eyes. Once they were there they stopped at “The Flatstick Pub” and enjoyed some burgers. Edith refused to eat even one fry though.

So the snow was Pow-fresh, the best. It sparkly and glittered. Nearly no one had used the snow in the past few hours. So the Heavenly Mountain Resort was ideal.

Marty and Edith could not remember when they had such fun. The weather was a perfect 40 degrees. They helped each other with their gear where needed. Then, they were off. Sliding down the mountain. Edith was ahead by 30 feet. Marty was behind a little to give Edith the full space to enjoy. Marty came close to Edith and Edith sped up. They were having the time of their lives.

Then all of sudden there was a little stumble and Marty fell and tumbled lightly for several feet nothing broken. Edith began laughing and went to check on Marty and consequently took the same tumble. She landed on Marty and they happened to knock into each other’s head. It wasn’t a dangerous knock, but it did hurt slightly. Both of them now arm in arm laughed ridiculously loud belly laughs. The air they ingested was cold along with a bit of fresh snow. For some reason, each lost their train of thought and felt a little light-headed.

Could it have been a concussion? Naaaah, it wasn’t that hard. But, they felt a little strange. They walked over to their hotel rooms and got out of all their winter clothes and put lighter wear on.

Something was different, though. Edith was going to watch “Luther,” but then changed her mind. Her head was spinning. She was afraid she was about to have a migraine, but she had not. Still, there was some semblance of an aura. She felt a little off. She felt something within her let out a big humongous laugh. But, why nothing was so funny? Then, she heard the voice within, she must have needed sleep because this was unusual.

Meanwhile, Marty was in his room feeling a little sorry for himself. His mind lingered on Edith. The old babe looked good for her age. He felt a strange tinge.

“Ouch,” he cried out. Then, the once familiar jovial voice from when he was little said, “Hello, Marty. Yes, I’m still around.” Marty was thinking it must have been from the colliding bump on the head with her head. Marty felt slightly woozy. He was on his way to Edith’s room next door to see if she had any Tylenol. He had a cup in his hands. The cup he bought was meant for her.

Marty knocked on her door with 3 light taps. Edith opened her door and stood looking at how muscly and attractive Marty looked with his short-sleeved shirt which matched his green eyes. Her voice changed. She felt not herself. Her words were ensconced with a French accent. She had never been out of the States and studied Japanese. She felt this overflowing attraction to Marty.

Marty said, “Hey, babe you got any Tylenol around?” That wasn’t his normal tone or his normal voice.

Edith responded, “Yes, it’s in my le portefeuille.” (her purse). Edith did not know how or why she was speaking French. The cup she bought for Marty was next to it.

Marty smiled and looked down at his feet. He loved hearing her speak. He thought it was funny and very sexy. He retrieved the Tylenol from her and placed it on the little side table. He turned, but he was no longer Marty, but Peter. Peter who? Peter was the voice within Marty who had been helping Marty behind the scenes all Marty’s life.

Peter was now facing Edith, but it was really his Michel.

Edith watched herself transform into Michel. She fully gave in to her urges but waited for Peter’s cue.

Peter was even closer to Michel now. He gave her a kiss. Michel leaned in even more. Another kiss followed and it was far more passionate.

Peter took Michel’s face into his hands and kissed each cheek. He then put both his hands upon her arse and lifted her onto him. Michel cried in joy, “Oh Pierre!” They smooched some more and shared some wine from the little refrigerator in the cups they gave each other for Valentine’s Day.

Pierre kissed Michel passionately and with a little force. It would seem the 2 melded into one another. His lips kissed her gently and slowly at her nape. Michel responded likewise and wrapped her legs above his hips. She crossed her long legs as he found his way into her wanting, waiting body. They had not forgotten each other though it was over a century since they had been intimate. The night was charmed and the two spirits delighted in each other just as they had during the Renaissance, though they were old souls along for the ride since time began. They were not going to waste a moment.

They made love and cried in each other's arms until they fell asleep that way. Come morning they both awakened knowing that they could not allow themselves any more time to be on the outside of their hosts as it was not allowed. They laughed quietly and hugged each other one last time, until the next hosts.

The real Edith and Marty awakened with a vague remembrance of what happened between them. Instead of being shocked, they both just accepted it for what it was and just laughed. Though they may have been dreaming it all along. But not they noticed the cups with a little wine still in them.

Marty said, “You in for pancakes?”

Edith replied, “You betcha!”

They walked arm in arm. Friends as before. Sometimes even friends with benefit as they say. They went over to “The Crazy Hen” for breakfast. They decided to return to the Sierra Research Center on Tuesday, instead, of Monday as they had more ground to cover in their blooming friendship.

And, they continued to make amazing headway into their work to fight Climate Change.

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Lucy Socha

I am a woman of great passion. I have love for my family, friends, and Country. I love great musicians, great writers, and great people who are honest and true.

I want the whole world to care about everybody and about all living things.

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