I’ve mentioned that in addition to being inspired by what I saw or experienced during an NDE, the Metatron’s Army series has various plot elements that have a foundation in truth.
In the real.
As it turns out, the mists found on Azlaan are one of them, though I didn’t realize it until very recently.
When the basic story came together there were four original characters. Two of the characters – Verix and Ryella – were based on celestial beings who had made contact at that time.
Contact being a combination of psychic feeling, psychic vision, psychic hearing.
Ryella was the fourth of the original four characters to put in an appearance and when she did, she pushed my story in a direction I never intended for it to go.
I was going along fine with Verix as a bad guy, and Christine and Corus as being space soldiers.
The female celestial being started by very firmly stating that “It didn’t happen like that.”
She then proceeded to tell me her side of things.
I was not at all happy with the change but this being was adamant that I be truthful to the story. Resenting the situation, I asked her to explain herself. As I listened to the explanation, I took note of what she looked like and more importantly, the fact she was surrounded by a white mist.
She was also in a nature setting that reminded me of some of the Celtic and Welsh (Arthurian) legends.
I grudgingly accepted the change after listening to her explanation and thirty-five years later when I began putting the framework of the story together, I elected to make Azlaan a planet of mists and forests as a nod to that conversation.
For more than half of the story, the mists merely represented an environment. I was still not happy with what I needed to do to one of the characters but was going to honor the story as it was created.
I was also going to gloss over the situation to avoid feeling too bad – the whole thing made me sad.
We need to talk. Turns out the celestial being didn’t appreciate my plan.
I didn’t even know she was still around!
She paid me a visit one night and reminded me of the talk we’d had all those years ago.
She ordered me not to gloss over the event in any way.
I listened and realized she was right. If I glossed over that part of the storyline, if I truncated it because it was emotionally challenging for me, I was doing an injustice to the story. I took a deep breath and dove in.
And repeatedly got tears in my eyes – when I wrote it and when I edited, though I can now read it with only a twinge in my gut.
My take. About this time I was having a conversation with one of the resident ghosts that hang out off and on at my house. I asked him how they saw each other.
He told me it would be easier to show me, then proceeded to do so.
Sometimes I see the ghosts outside but sometimes they project images so that I see them on the mental screen.
I saw a white mist and realized they more or less found each other by sound that manifested for them. I initially thought it kind of sad as it seemed to lack tactual fulfilment. He shrugged and pointed out that it was the nature of their existence.
In other words, don’t feel sorry for him/them.
I couldn’t help thinking it seemed lonely because it lacked the physical though I acknowledged that it was probably normal for them and they were likely used to it by now.
Let me Explain. One afternoon while I was taking a break from writing, sitting in the sun and watching butterflies, he sat next to me and offered to explain exactly what that white mist was.
He asked if I was interested. Trust me, I was. I LOVE learning about this stuff and the crew have helped me with so many challenges – especially in my efforts to regain my health.
He explained the white mist that he’d showed me was the same white that I experienced during the NDE.
The bright room I talked about, where I saw spirits of ancestors who’d passed on before and talked with what I understand was God.
He explained that the mist is also what I still see.
I have written how after the NDE I saw the world very differently; that I see molecules move.
He then explained that this mist is the between of the world I exist in and the world he exists in.
It is the bilingual medium, if you will, the place of energy where spirits and humans can connect and/or perceive each other.
He told me I see that around me because I exist there.
It’s a result of the same faculties that enable me to perceive ultra-low and very low electromagnetic frequencies.
It’s all energy vibrating at a particular frequency.
The explanation prompted me to say, “So it’s like you and I are on opposite sides of a glass door and we both have our hands on the glass,” to which he replied, “Yes. Now take away the glass.”
A few hours after that conversation I realized that when I wrote the mist as a plot device – as opposed to just a characteristic of the environment – I’d naturally written the scene in such a way that it reflected the new information, though I wrote the scene several weeks before I got the lesson in White Mist 101.
I was tapping into the memory of the actual experience without even thinking about it.
This plot device shows up in Book 10 and is referenced throughout the End Game of the series.
The mists in the story have qualities that are totally fabricated. Additionally, Ryella, while inspired by the story related to me, is nothing like the efmale celestial being – personality wise. Completely different personality, different vibe.