Oracle V – Travels Through Other Dimensions: The Oracle, #5

By Joanna M. Pilatowicz

Sarah(Egyptian Oracle) leads the expedition to connect parts of Ea, the architect of humanity. A trace of Ea hiding from his own race is found in hell, ruled by Seth and Saturn. Caring Ea must put up a fight against his evil version. If he loses, he himself becomes bad …

Jasmin, the future incarnation of Sarah, meets Tao, the martial artist, who teaches her martial arts and how to be conscious in multiple places at the same time during her astral travels, as well as how to deal with the everyday challenges of living in The Netherlands as a foreigner.

Another trace of Ea is found in China, where a dragon guards the key to the desired knowledge…

• Language: English
• Publisher: Joanna M. Pilatowicz
• Release date: Mar 15, 2021
• ISBN: 9781393258162

Joanna M. Pilatowicz

Joanna M. Pilatowicz is an adult's coach, dancer, dance teacher, choreographer, author, abstract painter, and recording artist. She has lived in Poland, The Netherlands and currently resides in Germany.  Her master thesis, "Expansion Through Dance," explored the concept of using dance as a healing media, positively influencing not only body, but mind and soul as well.  Life in the Netherlands inspired her to write her first short stories, in Polish language, hiding some of observed reality behind the veil of fantasy. As she says, "Passing the borders of reality, I would say I am entering the world of fantasy, dreamland, and paranormal; however it is all still connected to everyday life." "I was always drawn by what's invisible to a human eye. At the same time, probably from a desire to understand my own Self and motives more, I started to write diaries which unfolded in an unexpected way. So I just followed it." "The supernatural creatures in my books and paranormal aspects present there are my own ways of expressing my reality, linking non - fiction with a feeling world as well as adding some sort of higher force to it." "It is my own metaphor for different roles from our so-called subpersonalities that perhaps want to share their story with us, in order for us to grow, explore, experience or have a more fulfilling life. I do my best to follow these inner voices, giving them space and grabbing their message." For more information about Joanna and her passions, please visit: www.ifnotdance.com

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Dear Reader,

You may experience lucid dreaming while reading my Oracle series. Some of my Polish readers say it is a side effect, adding insight to their personal lives. It’s rewarding to an author to hear that and indicates to me that the story might benefit lucid dreamers all over the world, and all those leaving their home country in search of a better future abroad. Perhaps you are one of them.

From book to book my writing improves, and although it may not be perfect, it is my intention to get to those who are interested in its content. If I could have one more wish for my books, it would be to enrich people’s lives, to assist them in trusting Self more, make better decisions, and gain clarity on the mysteries of this universe. We often wait too long for scientists to give us explanations, yet we sense that there is something out there, untouchable, unknown, paranormal, inexplicable ... 

Encouraged by my friends and professional editors, I embarked upon this journey of self-improvement. If you, too, dear Reader, experienced many obstacles in your life, and are willing to accept a word of advice from me, I would tell you this: do it anyway, step by step, correct, learn, and accept your imperfections.

And if this work catches the attention of an editor who believes it worthy of spreading to a wider audience, I would graciously welcome them to connect with me and work with me on my books!

And finally, I am curious to learn about your thoughts and experiences. If you’re fine with that, share them with me in the comments below the listed books on Amazon. Sometimes Amazon deletes some comments, but if you google my name, you will find my website and my channel on Youtube. For rating my book on Amazon, let my thanks brighten your day!

Special thanks to Simone Z. Endrich, who perfected so many sentences in so many of my stories.

As always I think I have the best book covers an author can wish for. For that, I thank G. T. Randolph. His art will please your eyes.

Chapter 1 ~ A Day in the Hague

Just before eight o'clock in the morning, the residence by Anna Paulowna street was submerged in silence, the desired peace to work at home. With her milky coffee, Jasmin sat in front of the computer, ready to organize her days with an intention that she won’t stop until all would be done.

Within a few hours of calling, writing, applying, responding, gaining information, she realized that most of her effort was in vain. At least she tried, reviewed dozens of offers, calling persistently, making appointments with school owners. News from Poland about her book, lighten up the hope to publish it. It was four o’clock when she moved to the kitchen to cook soup. Clementine came back soon from school but she only sniffed at the pot muttering something. ‘Maybe I am too good for her recently?’ Jasmin marked but said nothing. The girl’s behavior made her uncomfortable but she was already in a hurry for a meeting in the esoteric gallery, to offer readings for tourists. She closed the door behind her and ran down the stairs.

Her idea was presented, then it was turned down.

Undaunted, she left a curriculum vitae in another fitness club and entered the next job agency to check all of her options. To take a breath of inspiration, she visited on her way back to the English bookstore. She bought a card for Wilhelm's sister remembering she had a birthday recently. She decided her intentions counted and wrote in her broken German a few words. The post office was not far away.

The last stop was this Dutch Stadhuis, where from the reception she was sent back to the information desk. She chatted with a pair of employees with no result.

At home, cheered up Wilhelm was eating the soup. Suspiciously, she wondered if he really likes it or just pretends he does. Jasmin knew well that even if the meal came out horrible, he would have praised her anyway.

Would you like to walk along the beach? He suggested a moment later, ready to leave.

With pleasure. Seeing he took the car keys she turned to him surprised: By car?

Of course, it’s windy.

Indeed, the wind close to the beach was blowing heavily but the view of the sea was giving an impression of expansion and peace. She barely could hear what he was saying. ‘Wait, what?’

For New Year's Eve we would go to Africa, I would ski with a group of students and you could ... maybe read a book?

The distant lighthouse was giving only a bit of light in the encompassing darkness, so nobody saw Jasmin’s face got pale, thinking intensely: ‘Again? So you will have fun and I will politely wait?’

No, I would rather dance, she responded as calmly as she could. Did he sadden too? They should discuss the topic further but it was too cold to stay here and her phone rang. She promised to call Cruz back from home ...

Do you have the phone in your room? Jasmin asked Clementine when they came back as she didn't see the device in its place. Why did she feel uncomfortable seeing Clementine? What was it?

Oh yes, I thought you are asking if I am home. Clementine seemed to be sleeping and now came out to hand her the small appliance.

Right, oh this Jasmin, what is she saying again? Jasmin joked and for a moment they both smiled while she was dialing the number to Cruz.

I’m so tired. There will be war! I am telling you. All because of elites! He had one of these moods.

I don't think so but if ... The eventual war I see will come from the South East. Jasmin tried to calm him down by indulging in the game of forecasting the world's destiny. 

You think about South Arabia? Cruz was too serious to play lightly.

Not only, Jasmin paused for a better effect of it. I think something may come from China too. Cruz only got more irritated.

See? She picked that up. That anger now gives you more power to finish your work for tomorrow.

But I am so angry!

Think about it. Does it make you stronger? First, you were just tired. Then you got pissed off, your voice got stronger. She was enjoying that conversation but she had to let him go. She hung up and left to the bathroom, encountering creeping Clementine on the way.

Are you talking to someone? The girl asked timidly. I thought I heard two voices.

Oh dear! Do you want to talk about it? Jasmin joked again. I was on the phone.

Ha! See? I knew you were talking to someone.

Well, you can say you're normal.

Look! I found salsa lessons. Wilhelm appeared right behind Clementine excited about the idea.

Oh no! I won’t go to the beginner’s course. I will be bored. She noticed how quickly her words made Wilhelm feel rejected. He didn't even kiss her goodnight. She had no quilt as before when she wasn't fulfilling his expectations.

You see, I have to deal with it. He sounded like a wounded, offended boy. Apparently, I'm a lone rider and it's just my dream of a deep relationship with you.

‘What deep relationship are we talking about?’ She stayed quiet, rethinking: ‘How many times I communicated about a discrepancy between us as if broadcasting on different channels? If anything was possible, it was only if two sides at the same time would cooperate. I accepted that it won't always happen but he didn't. I told him about it but he doesn’t remember or doesn’t want to. The illusion does its job, maybe it is better this way?’

You asked me what you are working on in your life, remember? Maybe this: you are insulted when your personal expectations are not fulfilled. It must be like you want. Fortunately, it happens rarely that something goes against you, she smiled.

Hmm ...

I didn't want to hurt you. If you want to, I can go to this salsa class and learn how to teach. After all, I can dance Zouk later with Cruz.

Well, well. Now you go to the club with Cruz? Although his tone was light, playful, she couldn’t get rid of the idea he wanted to dominate her, and that always made her want to escape.

THE MORNING SILENCE was inviting her to keep sending her job applications but what will she manage on Friday? She turned to the other side in her cozy bed ...

Drink! She found herself on the street, and one of the vampires she'd previously seen held the man's neck in front of her.

Come on! I'm not a vampire anymore.

But you can be! Drink stupid! You can have a completely different life with us.

And what? We will drink through all eternity? Jasmin hesitated. Familiar but hated hunger reminded about itself. She felt the thirst. In this fluid—one and only—was everything: strength, life, wisdom, knowledge, everything The Universe was offering. Was there anything more, something better than this? She wanted to blame Melanie and Basil but she felt the fangs growing too fast and she immersed them in the neck of the stranger, who became acquainted because as it happens with life, his history was drained with the blood. A businessman.

Enough! Otherwise, you'll kill him. Keeping cattle alive is much more practical than a slaughter. The vampire, whose face looked like she knew him, just couldn't remember from where laughed maliciously.

You are cruel. I don't like you. Jasmin realized she was back on the path of being a monster like him.

"Thank you for the compliment. We will spend some time together, so I would like to introduce myself properly. I'm Seth, Lord of darkness and evil."

So Seth was a vampire? Jasmin licked her lips. Fangs got absorbed back and didn't bother her anymore.

Please, not in the past tense. Although people no longer believe in me, it doesn’t mean I don’t exist.

Since they don’t, maybe it means exactly that? If I recall from my own dreams or studies, you screwed up. You ran away to the desert. Such a powerful entity, and such a big coward.

It’s a lie, I just went there because I wanted to.

Alright, make your story as comfortable as you like. And who is this idiot? Jasmin pointed to his companion, who now appeared and whom she had been afraid in the past dream, not now though.

"My assistant, a descendant of the famous Lilith, Saturn."

Descendant? She stole these eggs and didn’t know what to do with this whole mob. Beautiful, I ran into the SS campaign today.

Men with fangs pricked their breasts proudly and smiled with a longing.

It was a good time. Oh, these times will not come back. The sea of blood poured into the throats so easily.

The more I look at you both, the more I want to puke. Jasmin's conscience got touched, which was rather hard in a current state of being a potential vampire. Stay away, you both, impure forces!

Wait, it's a great honor to earn eternal damnation on the masses! You could say it with admiration at least not with contempt.

Is scorn not what you want?

Good point. We should think that through.

You lousy heads, with empty brains.

She identifies us with Hitler, Saturn interjected politely and quietly.

Hitler, the slut one, you cannot compare us with such a fanatic baby. Let me be straightforward: we are not on any side. Just put yourself in our situation. What would you do if suddenly you would see the fields of best food put under your nose? Would you not be tempted? You cannot be such a hypocrite. Seth was waiting for her reaction.

Would Jasmin give up the best cheesecake stuck under her nose?

Well, tell me, Seth knew he had hit a tender tasty point.

We had nothing to do with that historic moment. We were just going to parties, I admit that on a large scale. Such a dose of fear makes us weirdly drunk. Saturn expressed himself with the sentiment.

Get out of here. Jasmin started to move toward home not knowing how she even got outside.

So you don't want to hunt anymore?

Off me! Off means off!

You are not curious, at least a little why did we come back to you?

Curiosity is the first step to be hatched into the desert. Jasmin walked away feeling that she indeed had a hideous desire to find out more. Okay, you have two minutes. What do you want?

It's a long story.

We have a plan. They said one through another.

You both look like classic criminals.

It helps.

We have to sustain the image but we're tired of it. Could you help us to improve our image? Historically somehow? Make a spell?

What? Cursed by humans and other paranormal beings. And what am I? A fairy godmother?

Sort of. You have the power, and now you are vampirizing, you understand how things are.

I understand too much without being a vampire. Stay away from me! I have a life.

"You can have many lives, not just one, and what you have is manslaughter. See what you do! You're wasting your time! Sarah has spoken to you many times! You lose your precious time seeking to be a slave to the services of others. For what? For something that does not even exist. For a concept called: money." They again touched Jasmin's sensitive string and she could not get rid of the impression that they were right. But sleep is different from reality. A dream has completely other logical laws and being in it, she could not disagree with them. But she opposed, unfortunately, too weakly.

Piss off from my sleep!

As you wish, Seth gave the sign to Saturn to not insist. The strange couple disappeared.

IT STARTED ALL OVER again, telephones to government agencies, being switched to other lines several times, letting hours pass by to be left with nothing at the end. There was no other way but to go personally to the tax office in order to handle the legal papers.

She waited for her turn reading the Autobiography of the Yogi, raised her eyes upward, as if praying to the unseen force. ‘Dear gods, please exist and let me not be sent away again.’

I will send you these tax documents now. And here you have my number if you would like help filling in the form in Dutch. A kind Indian official was either too nice or simply was trying to pick her up, she was deducting.  All other information I will find in a moment. I'll be right back, he assured, left and a moment became an hour.

Unfortunately, you cannot apply for it but your bank account can be opened right away. I will look at the types of taxes. Did you apply for the benefits? Please do and go to this address, ask for all the information. The official smiled faintly, now looking like he wanted to touch her hand. She quickly took away her pen and notes. At least he was helpful and thought about what to do in her situation.

Thank you, I really appreciate that she got up.

YOU HAVE CIRCLES UNDER your eyes. You look bad. Wilhelm returned home about the same time as she did.

I didn't sleep well, she explained briefly, avoiding telling him too much. Perhaps he was still angry at her for the reluctance to this beginners dance course. And what he was saying now, wasn't the truth, she cannot look that bad. She was just adored by a stranger. Touched by his comment though, she decided not to cook today and left him in the kitchen, intending to prepare the documents.

Do you want to go to the sea? Wilhelm came soon to her room.

They shopped on the way and finally landed at a street jazz concert.

At least it’s not blowing with the ice yet. Jasmin caught the last button of her coat but it didn’t help.

"Then let's go back to see the children's comedy Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. This is one of the most popular books for children and even adults like it."

Alright. Jasmin would agree to anything that leads back to the warmth. The idyll turned into a silence of the late evening. Jasmin sat down in a meditation position and this time calmness was just there to savor. Blowing wind outside was only reminded of the safety inside. Was it just a motionless position or something else that was giving her the impression that from now on, all will be fine?

OH, POOR YOU, YOU HAVE to stay in bed, you are sick, you have a fever! Wilhelm looked at her in the morning and she woke up sweating.

"Don’t throw me into this scheme again, I don’t want to play poor me! We’ll go jogging!" She won't surrender to any illness. To all her challenges there was no need to add another one. Coffee will be a solution ...

Wilhelm jogged with her and then he went to his gym, a place Jasmin didn't like, due to specific smell and lack of air. She preferred parks, forests, and beaches.

She came back home relaxed, ate, and was about to keep on resting when Wilhelm got home angry.

You could sometimes dry this glass in the shower. Let's go shopping, hurry up. He couldn't sit still.

But we were yesterday.

But it is Saturday, we have to buy more.

They drove to Macro, outside the city. Unspoken tension seemed to float in the air, pushing Jasmin to rush with the plastic bags, already filled with food and then standing in the cold waiting for Wilhelm to come closer with the car.

If you are freezing, then do nothing, he started to pack bags into the trunk.

Right, let me freeze all the way through from the lack of movement. Feeling now useless, she moved forward grabbing a few shopping.

I paid for it, so I’ll pack in my own way. He stopped her. She left him to it and, in a shock, got inside the vehicle. A scattering scene from New York appeared now in front of her eyes. She already heard that she had no rights because of lack of money. Only independent financially people do as they want.

Satisfied Wilhelm got in eventually and turned to her. We have other ideas about packaging shopping. You look tense. What's wrong with you? It's strange that you were so happy on Tuesday, and now such a change. The longer he spoke, the more she felt the invisible knife opened in her pocket. In a moment it will begin to cut her. How did he not notice what happened? In nature nothing is lost, there are consequences of everything.

You pay, you decide on everything, and I have nothing to say, right? She finally expressed herself.

Oh, that's over-interpretation, he yelped.

This is what I feel based on what you said.

I didn’t mean it.

Maybe shopping with your wife looked better because you were on different terms. I just don’t count.

Oh no, we were arguing all the time.

Hm, that's interesting. She didn’t want to talk any longer but since there was no conclusion, she asked: Did I attack you that evening when I refused to participate in a beginner’s dance course? That hurt you but did I accuse you afterward that you cannot even kiss me?

No, he admitted.

Then don’t ask me now to be humorous.

But how could your mood change so suddenly? You were so happy on Tuesday, and in three days you are sick or depressed.

I’m not depressed or sick. She was mad for his lack of understanding, and empathy. I’m hurt. I don’t remember yesterday's depression or the day before yesterday. Don’t expect me to stop to feel. It will dissolve eventually. Do you want me to help you with your shopping upstairs? She asked when they reached home. If he will oppose, she’ll leave him with these twenty small plastic bags and let him walk from the street to the elevator back and forth.

Wilhelm needed help, so he didn't comment anymore. A few minutes later he approached her.

I'm sorry to hurt you so much. His sadness looked sincere to her, so she hugged him.

Well, the good thing is we can talk about it and come to understanding.

Chapter 2 ~ Family Weekend, Scenario Repeats, and Queen’s Day

Wilhelm stopped watching television, left for the kitchen, and saw freshly baked cake.

You're amazing, he said when founding her in her room. You are so active.

Jasmin smiled thinking: ‘If he only knew. But he doesn't and I won’t tell him because why spoil the perfect picture, this beautiful, marvelous illusion of how perfect I am? The truth is, something is wrong with me. Depression is probably nothing compared to what happens to me. Perhaps my personality is splitting?’ She tried to recall the list of the clinical illnesses she learned.  ‘I have visions that overlap reality. In dreams, I think I'm hungry for blood. I fall asleep in the middle of the day, dreaming about blood. I thought these nightmares stopped but no. I prefer to dream about green monsters ... Well, the cake is ready, it's time to prepare the dance lesson.’

I'm going to the church. Wilhelm dressed in his chic suit and now kept staring in his mirror with satisfaction. Next week I will be very busy, having conferences and meetings in embassies. The more he talked, the worse she was getting. His lifestyle and career were deepening the gap between them. Jasmin tried to differentiate if she was sad or jealous. She didn’t want his career but her own. While he was privileged, her life was slipping through the fingers, encountering an impenetrable gulf. ‘He would never understand that.’

I'm leaving now .... Oh, I will be going soon for the second part of this conference in Cologne.

What? The same trip, during which he didn’t answer the phone and she dreamed he was betraying her with some blonde? Wilhelm shut the door behind him and she sensed an approaching madness. Jogging helped only for a moment. Her restless mind didn’t endure meditation. How did he dare to leave her with this information?

Some hours passed. He should have returned already. The celebration was over at noon, and it was long after one. With tears in her eyes and helplessness in her heart, she was about to leave the apartment again, wanting to run away. The view of the sea will reflect what was going on within her.

Where are you going? Wilhelm appeared at the doorstep, which she wanted to cross to the other side. She didn’t want to argue about those conferences he never invites her to.

I do nothing, why don't you believe me?

‘Why exactly?’ There was no answer in his eyes.

I cannot help it, I don’t trust you to the end. Maybe what I feel is imaginary but the feeling is real. One cannot quarrel with feelings. Something is not right. You can do nothing but something is off.

You just have to find a job. You must make a plan. The topic was now replaced by her inability to find employment.

Do you have anything concrete in mind? What exactly you think I have to do cause I had dozens of plans already. She snapped seeing how easy he was to advise.

Business plan. What do you want to achieve in two years?

Such a plan you can do according to the data you already have in the company you work for but not if you have nothing. Every company makes plans based on information they have and they gather for years.

Maybe call my sister?

She is also a freelancer and has enough on her plate. By the way, she is supported by her husband and wouldn't survive on her own.

Oh no! She makes money. Five hundred per month is not that little.

What? Per month? Jasmin didn't know whether to laugh loud or keep on being sarcastic. Yep, that is indeed a great amount. Try to rent an apartment, pay your bills, go out to restaurants like you, shop. With such fortune indeed you can save! You know Wilhelm there are plenty of people who are not so privileged as you. They even have a better education than you but cannot make money, they are professors but won't go on vacation. Unless you have no wider understanding of what is going on in the world, keep your advice for yourself, they are useless to me, don't bring anything good, and just trigger guilt in such people like me, who are making an effort and cannot find a way.

So why your friends in Poland didn't help you?

Several people in Poland asked me the same question, why you didn't help me, since you are so influential?

I don’t have the contacts you need. That sounded untrue to her. I work sixty hours per week!

So you have the answer to your own question. She added to herself: and forty from these hours are parties. I wrote to probably all organizations here.

You should call them.

I did and I went personally too.

That's wrong, you should approach only these for females.

I doubt it. After a year of research, I saw women organizations have too many offers from people like me.

So why do you go to them?

Help! At this point, Jasmin raised her arm upward. Didn't I just tell you, explaining everything?

So you must open your own company.

Last year I also tried that and what?

Then you must make another plan.

Go hang yourself with all your tips, plans, and empty words that don't bring anything. You could be a politician!

Are you coming with me to the store?

Again? No. She let him go and left to cruise in the city. Lost in her thoughts, she couldn’t put them in order. Everything looked helpless. Maybe coffee in an inspiring cafe will make her gain a better frame of mind? She walked calmly and slowly but a strange rush was present in her body ...

Her pace gained momentum when she turned into a street she didn't remember existed here, as if into a different dimension. Her rage and hunger were growing proportionally to the extension of fangs that began to scratch her own tongue. It was a curse, she thought, pulling a passerby into an alley and ceasing to think for a while. There was no problem, just a taste.  Several people looked at her with fear in their eyes. Or was it just her impression? She noticed Seth and Saturn observing her from the distance but not approaching.

I’M SORRY I CANNOT help you better. Wilhelm hugged her when she entered the house.  I would like to but I don't know how.

She smiled at him disoriented, feeling no longer any sadness.

See? It's only before five o'clock and I'm now ironing, I've been working since morning and I've been busy all day. I don’t even have time to read. He kept talking.

Jasmin looked at him wondering why he was sharing all of that with her. Does he have to feel even better about himself, to build himself even more?

You had a pleasant meeting with people today, so you're probably happy with your activities. She said while leaving to her room, again approached by sadness and loneliness.  

Are you crying? Wilhelm followed her.

Jasmin didn’t respond, irritated now that he was expecting tears from her.

Could you take your laundry from the guest room?

She took it.

See how I prepared here nicely? He showed her a decorated space for his son's visit.

Very nice, she praised, thinking that he needed it for some reason but she wasn’t coping well with this situation, somehow being put down in his presence, less valuable. Miss Nobody?

I'm perfect, now I'm going to prepare my class for school, and then I'll prepare dinner. I would like you to sit down with us but I don’t want to force you.

I'll force myself, shouldn’t she at least sit together? She reached for the phone and mechanically dialed the number to Poland but Eusebius was not at home. There was his mother.

Is he ashamed of you? She asked when Jasmin shared a few words with her.

I don’t know. All is possible. Jasmin never thought about it, and now touched her stomach having