Timeless

By Helma Pietsch

We all have one thing in common, an uncertain feeling about any afterlife. Sometimes, only inspired by a movie, an incident, or a premonition and it is always starting with the overwhelming words.... what if.... while today's scientists are still guessing about the facts. Many of us have an unusual fascination concerning the ancient Egyptian civilisation, also the ancient Greek and Roman customs had similar ideas about death, rebirth and afterlife. Are they all wrong?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Helma Pietsch
• Release date: Dec 16, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370139354

Helma Pietsch

Helma grew up in Germany, encouraged by her grandmother to appreciate authors from the German Schiller to the French Voltaire. Her all time favourite author is Dumas senior. Over the years, she lived on 2 extremely different continents, Northern Europe and Africa, before she arrived in Australia.

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Timeless

She died and did not like it.

(It could happen to you)

by

Helma Pietsch

Smashwords Edition

© Copyright 2016 Helma Pietsch

All Rights Reserved

Acknowledgment

This book is written in British English.

The author acknowledges the trade mark status of various products.

Some true events are mentioned in this book.

Contents

On the subject about religion, this book could be offensive to some readers of all ages.

If you like hot werewolf love, this is the wrong book for you.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

The Double Shadow

Chapter 2

Maria

Chapter 3

Belgium

Chapter 4

Tommy

Chapter 5

Los Rodeos

Chapter 6

Searching

Chapter 7

Snake

Chapter 8

The Dungeon

Chapter 9

Harsh Reality

Chapter 10

Honey I’m Home

Introduction

Most people have an uncertain feeling about any type of afterlife. Sometimes, it is only inspired by a movie, an incident, or a premonition, which can start the all-consuming words… what if…

Hinduism, with more than a billion believers, is one of the oldest religions and based on reincarnation.

Buddhism believes in an afterlife. The ancient Egyptian civilisation believed in rebirth after death, also the ancient Greek and Roman religions had similar ideas.

Sometimes it is difficult to establish the truth from wishful thinking. Even up-to-date scientists are still guessing the facts about some events.

This book could probably put your opinion towards a different prospective in life. It also offers an interesting read for underestimating the intelligence and capabilities of cats, because 3500 years ago, Egyptians knew more about cats, than we know now in modern times.

Are you really convinced they are all wrong?

Currently, there are many encounters on every continent, well documented, including reoccuring happenings.

Go and Google the facts about the Bermuda triangle. Start reading about documented and photographed spontaneous human combustions, while you are still trying to wrap your mind around documented UFO sightings.

Chapter 1

The Double Shadow

She was looking towards Bribie Island, an overall panorama of tranquillity, but unfortunately the beautiful view did not help to ease her guilty mind, while she drove slowly her car over the concrete bridge and then the 3km road across the island to the ocean side. She stopped at the surf-side, still occupied with her guilt-ridden thoughts. Her mind drifted gradually to a one-sided angry conversation, Well done Helena, smashing Shane’s hope to nothing. It would’ve been nicer to spit at him. There’s nothing in this world to reverse it, a spoken word cannot be eliminated. What would Vince say about it? Probably, my dear Helena, you have done it this time for good.

Her walk was more of an angry marching along the beach, towards the isolated northern tip of the island, which was still unspoiled, no footprints, no forgotten rubbish. The last remains of an all pristine sandy beach, only a sign every 200m, ‘Beach Patrol, No Dogs Allowed’ and she thought it was funny, Hopefully the dogs can read the sign and she smiled, while she contemplated, Maybe, a swim will carry my hateful thoughts away.

Helena took off her shorts and kicked them near the overgrown sand dunes, wearing her thin sun shirt with the matching bikini and then she ran towards the direction of the next wave, mumbling, Who is angrier, me, hating myself…. or the roaring waves?

It was hard work to walk against the incoming tide, but she kept stomping along to reach the deeper water, dodging the crushing waves.

The salty water tingled her body, in a sensual way, as if 100s of tiny soft lips were kissing her body, continuously…. all over… a sensational good feeling… it made her smile and she remembered, from many years ago, his beautiful love making.

As often before, her mind drifted to the moment she lost Vince and an immense hatred exchanged her sexy thoughts. It was years ago, but still as painful as if it happened yesterday, when in a split of a moment, her life was changed by faceless people. Since then, she was condemned to wake up each morning, not in his arms; and she missed the smell of his skin.

The incoming tide continued pushing her constantly towards the beach, until she emerged tired from swimming against the force of the water. She walked leisurely along the sand dunes and watched her shadow in front of her. Kicking the sand did not help to ease her anger, nevertheless, she continued flicking the sand.

A slight breeze was drying her body and lifted the thin shirt, which showed her shadow having wings like a butterfly. She swirled around in some uncoordinated type of a dance, then she let go of the shirt and watched it being carried away by a sudden wind gust, towards the water, then upwards to the sun.

Somehow, an intense feeling of sadness gradually consumed her, mixed with anger, then it slowly changed to self-pity and she began to cry, feeling miserable and remorseful, Shane, I am so sorry my friend. I wish to reverse the clock of time, when I voiced my honest opinion this afternoon about your recently found religion. I left you nothing, to have a glimmer of hope. Instead, a gentle kind of lie from me would have been nice, as a waving good bye from your life, leaving the physical pain behind. Yes, it was your stupid self-inflicted mistake, finishing up with AIDS, but who am I to judge you? Me, manipulating people so I can kill them, without any evidence pointing towards me. Each one of them deserved it. Was it justified? Yes, but not in the eyes of the law.

Helena slowly turned her face towards sun and closed her eyes, still crying, she tried to kiss the wind.

For whatever reason, she suddenly had the gut feeling of being watched. From an arm length distance!

She opened her eyes; there was a second shadow next to her own, a shorter, stubby figure, the contour of a man in a suit, wearing a hat. Helena could not see anyone, although she knew it was the shadow from Mister Caspari.

At first, she intended to run, but contemplated it was a pointless attempt to get away from a shadow. She hated it, not knowing the reason for him to follow her for many years and she hated the world for taking Vince away from her, the love of her life.

The shadow moved closer, gradually amalgamated with her own shadow, his and her silhouette to a complete double shadow in one shape.

Her heart beat was racing faster and faster and then…. it stopped.

*~*

When the haze gradually evaporates, I can see my own body stretched out in front of me on the sandy Bribie Island beach - face down in a relaxed position - like a lot of people do in their own bed. I somehow know instantly what happened and look around for Mister Caspari, but again, he vanished.

It takes me only a so called second to realise… yes; I am dead, not as a shock, no, just as an uninteresting observation. What gives me that idea? Hello, if you look down and see your own body on the ground, then it should take you only a split of a moment to acknowledge, it is not normal.

Realisation is the logical process of understanding facts, far away from wishful thinking, just