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The Soul Pilots - Service Has Its Own Rewards ...

The Soul Pilots

Service Has Its Own Rewards.

In this world today, there are a very few people who choose to travel across the veil.

Their purpose and their mission is to save lost souls.

They are the Soul Pilots.

And these are their stories ...


Soul Pilots: The First Story

The Wild Children

This is my first time as a Soul Pilot.

Yes, I'm nervous.

I have been told to create a habitat, an island world that is just right to receive the claimants, lost souls indeed, disembodied spirits that inhabit dimensions in between or just off the true, and who can't be reached, so they say, by angels or by saints.

They need living help, it is said.

They need me.

Me?

How can that be?

I am only a person and nothing special, at that. I hardly make ends meet and I don't have any claim to fame.

But I made the habitat.

I stepped onto an undefined plane, like a desert at dawn, and I looked around and asked myself, if I was a lost soul, what would I like? What would I be drawn to?

The day revolved at speed and it was dusk now, purple and orange bands glorious at the horizon, and above the darkness of the infinite space, and some brightwhite stars twinkling up above.

I sighed and felt myself relax.

That's better.

Now, for the ground. As I contemplate the ground, it becomes smoother, softer earth and then soft grass springs up, carpets the land, and slow hills rise in the mid distance. Somewhere nearby there is a brook for I can hear water running.

I call for the help of the kingdoms of all the living beings on Earth, and I feel them come and arise just the same; there are birds singing their evening songs, and small insects and other creatures adding their voices to this living night.

It is still and yet all is vibrant, full of expectation.

I want the souls to have a something so that they can find their way from whatever darkness they might dwell within, and so I make a fire, pure and golden bright, and it casts a wide glow; it sparks and carries tiny stars to the heavens.

Am I ready now?

I rub my hands together; my palms are sweaty and my heart beats high.

Are there monsters in the shadows?

Will I know what to do?

They said that I was ready.

I don't feel ready, but I put out the call nonetheless:

"I am here. Is there anybody out there?"

I listen into the night. From behind me, there is a sound, a rushing in the trees, someone's coming.

I walk around the fire so I am on the other side and in the glow, I see that there are two small figures coming from the shelter of the trees ... two children, dark of complexion, looking wild and worn, thin, their clothes all rags and coloured like the night, their hair long, unkempt, their faces dirty. One is smaller than the other but I cannot tell if they are boy or girl.

Out in the open, they drop to their hands and feet; they move like animals, fast movements, tightly coiled intent, extreme caution.

But I can see they are fascinated by the fire. They scent the air and they creep closer.

I am completely fascinated by the two children. All fear is now forgotten. So these are lost souls, and I am to help them - but how?

I focus on them more deeply still and the overriding sense I am receiving is that of hunger. A gnawing hunger so extreme, so painful, it even overrides the fear and terror of being here.

And then there is the memory of fire.

They have forgotten everything else, but they remember the fire.

I feel a connection there and I encourage it; I call to the fire and all who might help here, please come now, I can't do this by myself, I need help to help the children.

As I think this, and as the feelings rise within me, there is a shifting in the scene before me.

At first, vaguely as though viewed under water there seem to be shadows, shapes shifting, and they become stronger - there are many people sitting around this fire now, people who look like the children, in skins and furs, a family group of all ages.

They don't see me, they all look into the fire and they are humming softly, it isn't singing as we know it, it is a vibration that makes the hairs on my arms rise.

I look to the children and they too can see the other people; they are frozen in fear and confusion. They remember the fire but they have forgotten the people, and these are now like a barrier between the children, and the golden flames.

I look at the group and there is one, an old woman with long white hair, wrapped in many furs, and she has a crude blue star painted on her forehead. She looks up, looks around and then she sees me.

Her eyes are milky white, she must be blind or nearly blind, but she gets up slowly, steps back from the circle and walks over to me in measured but clearly painful steps.

She halts in front of me and speaks. I don't understand her words so I bow to her and then point to where the children are crouching in the grass.

She sees them with her blind eyes and becomes very still.

Slowly, she raises her hands, palms open, towards the children. They stare at her and also become very still, very attentive. Then she slowly draws her hands back towards herself, and as if they were attached by invisible strings, the children get up from the grass and walk towards her.

They stand in front of her and stare up at her.

She places one hand each on their heads, and as she does this, a transformation occurs - a rippling goes through the children head to toe and they change from the wild things they were into children of these people, well fed, their rags transformed to clean, fresh skins and their hair in braids, and a blue star on their brows just the same. All three are smiling, and the old woman places a hand on the shoulders of the children, as they help her back to her place in the circle, and sit down next to her on either side as well.

A night bird calls loudly and startles me; I blink and when I look to the fire again, the people are all gone.



The Soul Pilots - Service Has Its Own Rewards ...

The Soul Pilots

Service Has Its Own Rewards.

These are stories like you've never heard before.

Mysterious.

Moving.

Inspiring.

Simply Beautiful.

Stories to enrich your life, told in simple words by honest men and women from around the World.

Read these beautiful stories and let them enrich you, uplift you and inspire you.

Each one is unique, each one unheard of, each one a treasure and a triumph of love and human compassion - service has its own rewards.

The Wild Children
The Angry Old Man
Bundle Of Rags
Soul Pilot's Journey
The Boy in the Mine
On Stormy Shores
The Heart Of Stone
The Brothers
The Little Old Lady
The Portal
The Hooded Figure
A Ghost In New York
The Angry Worm & The Runner
The Mists
The Red Haired Woman and Her Unborn Child
Wild Worlds
The Dry Brown Being
On a Hill Outside Jerusalem
The Soldier & The Angel Child
The Mosaic
The Crying Creature
Circle of Crows
Amazing Grace
Hidden Beauty
Another World Beyond
Hiding In Plain Sight
My Mother Lives By The Sea
Sarah & The Dragons The Lost Son
Henry
Don Juan & His Lovers
The Little Girl & The Two Ghosts
The Angels
Sparks
Alone
Lost In The Darklands
Morning Has Broken
White Being In A Space Of Midnight Blue
The Dry Brown Being
The Boy On The Mountain
The Conduit
One Equals Infinity
The Alien By The Waterfall
The Escape
The Singing Bracelets
Two Babies
The Little Demon On The Beach At Night
Hiding In Plain SightA Lost Mother
The Royal Birds
The Boy & The Lighthouse The Sailor & The Sea
The Mad Giant
Raindrops On My Window
The Clinging Dead
Sidhe Encounter
Seven Alien Souls
The Necklace
More Of Who I Am By Nature
The Honeycomb Being
The Waiting Angels
The Prince
Star Child Blessing
The Black Demon Sword
Violet Eyes
The Girl In the Night Club
A Lost Soul
Beauty's Curse
The Crystalline Soul Raft
Like A Bird
Travelling To The Stars
Hidden
Soul Pilot's Prayer
The Fossilized Souls
A Different Kind Of Light
Epilogue

Seven Soul Pilots,

Many Journeys Into Pure Magic, Healing and Enchantment.

"This is without a doubt, THE most interesting and unusual book I have ever read. "

Wonderful energies, so moving, so nourishing! I wanted more, and more.

"All hail to the Soul Pilots!"

Sheryl Specter, United Kingdom


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