Category: #SoulTravel

  • Becoming a Goddess – the Goddess Oracle by Alysse Aallyn

    Memory – The Past

    Time to check your consciousness levels – How comfortable are you with the very existence, not to mention the depth, of your conscious/subconscious/

    unconscious/collective unconscious levels?

    Consciousness is your awareness of the Now.

    Subconscious are all the memories and ideas pushed out of the Now into “Later”. With effort, you can become aware of these.

    The Unconscious you are completely unaware of. It takes considerable  mining effort to get down there, but it can be done. This is where you store everything you’ve heard, everything you’ve seen, even peripherally, even without bringing into awareness at the time. The Collective Unconscious is the most controversial.  Do you believe you are a historical repository of other people’s memories, including those of whose existence you are  entirely unaware? I do.

    You Have Multiple People Blending Their Lives With Yours – Do you ruminate about past events? Are you haunted by what was done & left undone? Do you feel nostalgia for a past that never was? Do you have a favorite period in history or a fantasy universe that you wish you lived in, instead of this one?

    You are the Heroine of Your Goddess Saga – Accept your centrality in your own myth. It doesn’t matter what other people think – they are the bit players. Think of your past as a Quest Saga. What did you want? How did it change? What blocked you? What tools have you got at your command? Where do you go from here?

    Rewrite the Past – You absolutely CAN, but first you first must face its full horror and the effect on you. Generally, because we were immature, we didn’t understand what was going on, were co-opted by our persecutors and prevented from fighting back. Things are different now! The hardest thing to accept is that beloved caregivers didn’t want the “best” for us – they only wanted us to be just like them. Let’s begin bringing those levels of consciousness into symmetry.

    “I Don’t Believe in Ghosts but I Never Met a Person who Wasn’t Haunted” is a very wise saying. What haunts you exactly? Or who? Ghosts are malignant – if they weren’t they would be power spirits, fairy godmothers or guardian angels. What malignancies from your past are out to get you and how do they make themselves known? One of Freud’s contributions was to point out that people prefer their neurosis – ie imprisonment – to liberation. Why? What’s in it for them – or you?

    You Define YOU. Yes, Goddesses have scars – those are bragging rights! You have been through the wars! ‘Rewriting” the past means understanding what really happened, the limitations of those who surrounded you, and exploring your chances and choices today. Just because parents, teachers or “society” sentenced you to play a role, you can step out of it at any time. Buddhist thought is very helpful here. Buddha teaches that life itself is an illusion – a dream. It changes depending on how we think about it. In the present, inside your mind, you hold all the keys to your own liberation. Re-visit Pema Chodron’s Noble Heart and Eckhart Tolle’s Power of Now to explore how you can assume immediate control of your life and your mind and turn your past into fuel to power your growth.

    Goddesses Know Who They Are – Remember, you’ve got a purpose. You’ve got a future. You’ve thought about your past and worked out conflicts with a mentor and in your Goddess Journal.

    Goddesses Develop A Sense of History – You understand that history is a spiral, not a circle – the same things do keep coming around but in a different form. You see all around you the operation of karma.

    Choosing Evil is Choosing Chaos – and condemning yourself to death. It can’t ever work out except temporarily. You understand the battle between darkness and light and you have committed yourself firmly to The Light.

    Goddesses Are Storytellers – You emblemize the message with your life, with your words, with your body, with your very presence. You have become one link in the unbreakable chain of Eternal Perfection and you will gain eternal reward.

    Models & Mentors –  “You never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory” – Dr Seuss

    “Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things” – Cicero

    “In the end, we’ll all become stories.” – Margaret Atwood

    “Your brain forms the same neural connections and muscle memory whether you are imagining a task or actually doing it”-  Yo Yo Ma

    #Haiku: No-Fault Apology

    Atone?

    Conspire:

    Delete:

    Rewire

    My memory and

    Yours; potent

    Fire.

  • Becoming a Goddess – the Goddess Oracle by Alysse Aallyn

    Marriage – Partnership

                          Are Goddesses Alone on Their Pinnacles?– No!  Evolving your inner Goddess is discovering how to manifest and elevate your God-given attributes to timelessness. Once you have uncovered the powers of your real self, you will also see what you have been lacking and will feel the force of the natural mandate; “Go forth and be fruitful.”  Being alone is a perfectly acceptable choice, but so is coupling – forever or briefly. Not only children are a couple’s progeny but ideas, achievements, duets.

    Dreaming about weddings? Or just sex? How about romance, proposals, marriage? Ever fantasize about The One that got Away? Or do you just dream about partnership enterprises in general – gaming, sports – where an Ideal Partner/Helper’s got your back? It’s definitely more difficult to make it through life without a partner, and there are plenty of signs that successful partnership is very rewarding. Sure, we’ve got friends who come and go, sometimes special ones, but they’ve got obligations of their own. What if we had a Perfect Friend who made our Best Life their priority? What if we were not only willing to do the same for them but to promise this in public? Consider your ideal partnership contract.

    Everybody Deserves Love – We come into adulthood with strong memories of familial dependence. We are all attracted to caretaking behaviors and easily seduced by promises to read our minds and give us what we really want, even if we haven’t figured that out for ourselves. Then our hormones click in and we discover Desire. Not only for bodies, but for Persons, Lives, Individualities. Other people are a spice, other people are a medicine, other people are a distraction – everything our lives appear to be lacking. What if we could combine all these needs together in one appetizing human package?

    Goddess Challenge – We rarely ask our friends to change their lives for us. They are VERY rarely willing to do so. But a partner is someone to actively plan a life with. You get to talk through all the Wants, the Possibilities, the Fears. Heady stuff! The challenge is to know Yourself well enough to make any sort of honest statements about who you are, who you CAN be and who you want to be.

    Allies Need a Long-Term Contract – Lives are uprooted. Possessions are shared. Long term strategy results in map-merging to create a new – but more exciting – map. If you’re a giver, learn your limits. Because takers don’t have any.

    Someone Needs to Take Your Back – What if, as the great mystic Emmanuel Swedenborg suggested, each one of us is only half an angel. You need someone to cover the things you can’t cover. And if you were planning to start a goddess family, you need more than a partner, you need a spouse.

    Spouses Teach Honesty – The person who knows you best doesn’t put up with a false front. You literally force each other to get to the root of emotions and behaviors that will open up your psyches not just to each other, but to yourselves. The spouse who falls in love with you and forgives you finally allows you to fall in love with and forgive yourself.

    Staging, Experimental Life Lab and Boot Camp – We get to try out our ideas on each other. The Beloved Other is a Mirror and a Coach. The purpose of existence, the purpose of YOUR existence – suddenly becomes clear.

    Goddess Danger – A substantial number of partnerships fail even at their short-term purpose. We all know this but we keep trying. Then there are the partnerships that evolve into Something Else, a Financial, Real Estate or Caregiving unit that is very necessary but also pretty far from what we had in mind originally. Our challenge remains the same.  Is it possible to both know and be known? Can we find our Soulmate? Does such a creature exist? Is it possible to evolve with another soul to a higher plane of SuperSoul? Disappointment and betrayal are all too often the apparent outcomes.

    Goddess Opportunity – Soulmates DO exist! They DO evolve together. It’s possible to change life for another while they change, blend, merge with us. Any interaction with another requires communication, boundary testing, honesty, planning and “rules”. I put rules in quotes because a good partner keeps “transforming” the game and we keep transforming ourselves to meet it. The best way ever to honestly know yourself is to keep your conscious, subconscious and unconscious in alignment. Purposeful journaling is the best way to achieve that goal!

    Models & Mentors –  “It’s not lack of love but lack of friendship that makes for unhappy marriages” – Friedrich Nietzsche

    “What counts in making a happy marriage is not compatibility but how you deal with incompatibility” – Leo Tolstoy

    “A happy marriage is a long conversation which always seems too short”

    – Andre Maurois

    “The secret of a happy marriage is finding the right person. You know they’re the right person if you want to be with them all the time” – Julia Child

    #Haiku: Marriage: Partnership

    Merged.

    Eyes when

    I can’t see –

    Two extra hands;

    Relay race –

    Inspiration.

  • Becoming a Goddess – the Goddess Oracle by Alysse Aallyn

    Rainbow – Serendipity

      You Were Born Lucky!  You have to be lucky to deserve goddess-hood. It’s not for everybody. What is the greatest piece of good luck you’ve ever had? Your parentage? Talents? Home town? Best friend? A piece of advice? A special teacher? Think about it. Have you ever been offered a piece of good luck you couldn’t take advantage of, but wish you had?

      How Lucky Do You Need to Be? Ever seen the faces of gamblers seated hour by hour at the slot machines, wearing special gloves so their skin doesn’t fall off? Seriously, who would want to be them? Is it luck itself that we give thanks for, or our ability to recognize good fortune? Perhaps goddesses should give thanks for our innate ability to take advantage of a piece of good luck when we’re offered one. All these memories have one thing in common- i.e. “ability”, which is not luck, which is YOU. Give thanks for these abilities. Being a goddess is a glorious privilege. Let’s learn to develop gratitude thinking.

      Goddess Challenge – A different way of thinking about fortune is not all the wonderful things that didn’t happen, but the terrible things that COULD have happened – and didn’t. In other words, let’s try adopting a “glass half full” perspective and see how far that gets us.

      Goddess Danger – Now that you’re committed to the goddess path, the danger is always the same – recognizing your power but somehow being tricked into giving control of it over to some other entity that almost certainly doesn’t have your best interests at heart. We’re usually not even aware we’re doing this. But when you want to “be lucky” what does that mean? In whose eyes? Let’s put ourselves firmly in the driver’s seat and take a look at the path ahead of us. Do we want to go there? Do we really trust these people? Or are we the dog throwing away a real bone to reach the illusory bone we see pictured in the watery reflection of Aesop’s Fable?

      Goddess Opportunity – As we negotiate our mortal existence we have a unique chance to take advantage of serendipitous appearances and encounters. If we recognize it. Compare your path to the immortal framework of eternity and ask, How am I doing?

      How Did We Get Here? Turns out your Goddess Map is only a suggestion, full of surprises to keep things interesting. We are mapping as we go along. However, life is even more exciting, it turns out, than our imaginations.

      After the Storm – Comes the Rainbow! Every visible color – carefully separated out – forming an arch to give us a glimpse of heaven! If it didn’t provably exist, would we still believe in it?

      List Your Rainbows – Clouds may or may not have silver linings. Rainbows are a complete surprise – unconnected to the storms that spawned them. Write about the surprises in your life in your Goddess Journal. How many were nasty? How many joyous?

      The Universe Conspired – To bring you to this moment. You zigged, you zagged, you wound up here. Give thanks!

      Models & Mentors – “Serendipity is when you find things that you weren’t looking for because what you are looking for is so damned difficult”

      – Erin McKean

      “Steer Into the skid” – Alysse Aallyn

      “Here you are moving ahead bravely in spite of everything going wrong” – Rithvik Singh

      “Take advantage of happy accidents” – Vincent van Gogh

      “There are no coincidences” – Sigmund Freud

      #Haiku: Rainbow – Serendipity

      Happenstance –

      Fortuitous

      Chance; we’re

      Born lucky

      We just don’t know it.

    1. Becoming a Goddess – the Goddess Oracle by Alysse Aallyn

      The Lovers – Alliances

        Check your friend list. Do you dream of love, sex, connection? Hand-holding, hugging, family celebrations? We were all born to search for Alliances. An alliance is symbiotic, good for both sides of the equation. To reach out, you must each decide your motive (“I Could Use a Friend”).  Approach with the CERTAINTY that you are WORTHY of friendship. This last one is tricky because we are all looking for validation.  This is the source of many “imposter” dreams where we find ourselves naked in front of the entire class, unprepared on Test Day!

        Goddesses Need Respect – A Goddess is a Soul Apart. You have a mission, and the Other must be worthy of you. You must be able to respect them, too. You can see that dominance/submission becomes a zero-sum game with each trying to knuckle the other under. No relationship can last under that stress and it degenerates into a destructive spiral.

        Goddesses Have Mystery – You are aware of vast reaches of your Self that are unknown and In Development. Most of your promises are tenuous. You are stepping forward with hope into uncharted and potentially dangerous wilderness. This means the pair must accept each other in good faith, as followers of the Light. You will rapidly see you cannot forge relationships until you have a working concept of what the Light is and what its potentialities are. Too many aspirants want the Lover to define them when our obligation is to define ourselves. Accept that with a mystery this vast, it can’t be “solved”. It can only be momentarily elucidated as we receive glimpses of our path and purpose.

        Good Relationships are Complementary – You don’t have to provide everything, and they don’t either. Each of you has lapses and blindness the other can improve. 

        You Are a Giver and Worthy of Help – We can’t get through this alone, and we don’t want to. Luckily, we are surrounded by other humans, struggling, just like us.  If we pledge to help each other, we can dispatch terror and celebrate joy! Comforting! But how can we tell the difference between Builders and Exploiters? We don’t want to end up as someone else’s meal.

        Goddess Danger  – When someone is trying to mangle your self-esteem, recognize this. Even if it comes in the guise of “friendship” this person is an enemy. This is not what friends are for. When someone is trying to “capture” you, i.e. limit and control your possibilities and behavior, that person is a hostage-taker looking for slaves. NOT a friend.

        Goddess Challenge – How to recognize friends? Friends are honest: “I just don’t like that dress but maybe it’s me.” Friends are forgiving, ‘I’m sorry, I was having a bad day. I know you’re sorry, too.”  Friends are fun, “Let’s cheer ourselves up.” Friends are helpful: “Let’s figure a way out of this.” Are you honest, forgiving, fun-loving and helpful? You’re ready to be a friend. Friendship is a good place to start. Be the friend you want to have – warm, funny, loyal, truthful.

        Love Enriches – It Does Not Deplete – – Friends are a mirror in which we see ourselves. We can experiment with possibilities, we can expand our reach.  Our intelligence is doubled, as well as our efforts.  Our sorrows are halved and our ideas are increased exponentially.  Reach out! You never know until you try. And there’s always the possibility of Love and deepening sexual connection.

        Love Transforms as a Goddess Transforms – Things you thought you could not do seem possible now because someone believes in you. Believe in yourself because they do, and honor them by believing in them, in return.

        Locked Back to Back the Goddess Pair Sees Everything – Gaze turns outward at the world, not inward on each other. Are you chewing or strengthening? Learn the steps of your tango. Add new steps of your own.

        As You Change, the Couple Changes – Compare Training Journals. Are you evolving? Can you evolve together? Is it safe to speak the truth? Does one partner try to dominate? Does one partner use infantile behaviors to get “their way”? There is no “one way.” As joint goddess, the couple has goals also. Compare. Allow differences. The truth will be revealed.

        Models & Mentors – “You are my sun, my moon and all my stars”

        – e.e. cummings

        “All that we love deeply becomes a part of us” – Helen Keller

        “Love makes your soul crawl out of its hiding place” – Zora Neale Hurston

        “Love is not proud or boastful, keeps no record of past mistakes – love rejoices in the truth” –

        II Corinthians

        “Laugh as much as you breathe, love as long as you live” – Rumi

        #Haiku: The Lovers

        Falling upwards

        Into you

        My other wing, my second

        Clapping hand

      1. The Goddess Oracle – claiming your Immortality by Alysse Aallyn

        1. Ego – You

        What kind of goddess are you? is the central question. Your body and spirit have a “grain” much like wood does – we call it “temperament. Going against this spoils your future. Your ego has work to do, figuring out who you are and what kind of strategy you excel at.  What tools fit naturally to your hand? We think, we remember, we discuss, we write and we dream. Jung tells us that in your dream, you are everyone. 

        You Are A Seeker  – You are self-defining and self-validating. You are on a quest. You wish to explore your possible incarnations.

        Goddess Danger – The worst hazard of self-reflection is not navel-gazing (micro study can be very revealing) but solipsism. Aloneness may in fact be Hell. We can never lose touch with those around us because it is others we are fighting for, not for Self alone. Many warlords, sensing your promise, will try to recruit or outright capture you. Avoid warlords who fail to treat you with respect.  In our increasingly autocratic world we are very familiar with Aging Babies who want the rest of us to nursemaid their fussy, immaturity because Growing Up is Ouchy. For God’s sake, for your own sake, for the benefit of the Universe and in hope of Eternity, don’t cater to or worse yet, BECOME one of THOSE. There is no shame in telling others you are “finding yourself.”

        Goddess Challenge – Set a Spirituality Schedule to reflect your needs and interests. Appoint time to be absolutely alone, for meditation and reflection. If you cannot find a room to yourself, a closet will do. You can sit in the meditation position or assume any position that allows you to be comfortable enough to become physically forgetful.  Concentrate first on building a life that allows both inner and outer growth. Surround yourself with people who respect this decision.

        Goddess Opportunity – This is a journey. Accept it. Begin a journal with 1. “I” and write down your meditation thoughts and desires. This can be a poem, a fantasy, a checklist – whatever pattern occurs to you as supportive of your desires. Make a list of goals. Accept that it will evolve, transform.  Push shame away. This is about YOU. Of course as you mature, your goals will evolve, and your journal will reflect that. When you have completed your Time Alone – ten minutes to an hour – whatever works for you – pat yourself on the back. What an achievement! You are started on a path of making changing Nightmares into Dreams and making dreams come true.

        Planning & Mapping:  Goddesses lead a designed life. A diary (also called a Training Journal) offers the ideal format in which to plan. Attempt to quantify the difficulties that you feel and assess possible reactions. Just because a situation is tough does not mean it shouldn’t be explored – on the contrary:

        – A goddess repels takeover  – You are your own goddess – not somebody else’s hired emblem.

        • A goddess feels instinctively what she needs to defend – your soul will reveal it to you – through relationships, through instinct, through time and through dreams.
        • A goddess knows when to let down her guard – there are times to connect, to share, to Love.
        • A goddess learns from mistakes and hones her art. There is no Failure: only Learning. All education is precious.
        • Goddesses look for opportunities – Resistance training sharpens our game. We are each other’s cuttle bones, as well as cuddle bones.
        • Goddesses aren’t afraid of difficulty – the more time it takes the more fun it is. Your life is a long story, full of exciting challenges. Goddesses love gathering around the campfire to share adventures.

        The First Resistance – Often savage, it comes from yourself. Slowly we realize we have hijackers inside our brains wrestling for control. You can recognize these by their negative content. They clearly wish to subdue us into clones which is NOT HEALTHY.

        Becoming a Goddess – It is this resistance that first marks our goddess status. Congratulate yourself. You are on the road.

        Training Journal – Carefully assess your desires versus the demands on you. List expected results if you gave in to either. Develop a concept of health. Is “freedom” staying up all night, consuming whatever substance makes you “feel better”? Clearly not. Assess the negative voice; “You’re weak”, for example. Being “in flight” from the negative voice is actually giving it mastery, so you must stand up to it. Learn to answer back – “I’m in training. I did better today than yesterday.” Keep track of your achievements. Even really small ones: “I meditated for 10 minutes” are significant.

        Accept mystery: Life isn’t “win or lose.” It can’t be quantified because we are magical souls with magic coursing through us. Sometimes it’s impossible to figure out and must simply be absorbed, not rationalized. Learn to enjoy art and accept the relief it offers. Reflect back as much magic & mystery as you can muster. Your tastes will develop according to your growth – that’s a good thing. Treat yourself like a loving sensei who wants the best for you.

        Models & Mentors: Always survey possible models. Who do you admire?

        Is it

        Bruce Lee? “The difference between a goddess and an average man is laser focus.”

        Is it Carl Jung? “I am not what happened to me I am what I choose to become.” Read.  Study. Educate yourself. Develop your own models.

        “Avoid having your ego so close to your position that when your position falls, your ego falls with it” – Colin Powell

        “Don’t let your ego get in the way of your success”- Tony Horton

        “The ego seeks to divide and separate. The spirit seeks to unify and heal.” – Pema Chodron

        #Haiku: Id vs Ego

        Argumentative

        Executioner

        Prowls brain

        Seeking

        Loopholes

      2. Rough Sleep – a play by Alysse Aallyn

         SCENE XV – STAGE APRON 

        CHASE

        This can’t be real, Jazz. It isn’t real. It’s some planet we’re not on.

        JAZZ

        But it makes perfect sense. It answers all the questions. You know in your heart that was his plan all along.

        CHASE

        It can’t be real because my Mom is dead. Years ago. She killed herself the first Christmas I didn’t come home.

        JAZZ

        (Keeps trying to go back)

        But I saw her. I We were there. How can it not be true?

        (He tries to hug her – she resists)

        Don’t touch me! I don’t feel like touching ever again.

        (CHASE sits on the edge of the stage)

        CHASE

        Corso loves games – he’s always up for the latest thing. He can even claim he told us! We fell for it like puppies jumping for a biscuit.

        JAZZ

        So that part’s real? Our sex archetypes all over the cloud?

        CHASE

        Sexsomnia is real. He was way ahead of me.

        (beat)

        I should have guessed. It’s always the worst thing he can think of. Welcome to my nightmare.  

        JAZZ

        I don’t want details.

        CHASE

        But we need to see – Everyone needs to see – just how the magician operates.

        JAZZ

        You’re right – magic is the important thing. There was magic all along, in spite of Corso.

        CHASE

        All he cares about it is cash and control. He honed the perfect weapon to take life hostage. 

        JAZZ

        How ironic that the moment we stop believing, magic appears! 

        CHASE

        Only toddlers believe. And toddlers are ill-equipped for these frolics. Where’s the magic in that?

        JAZZ

        Seeing your Mom was magic.

        CHASE

        Dark magic, you’ll agree. What were they thinking? Russian-Irish could never work!

        JAZZ

        My combination’s Portuguese-Swedish. Your Mom said she forgave you. 

        CHASE

        She didn’t!

        JAZZ

        She did. I heard her. What was it like to see her again?

        CHASE

        Amazing and frustrating – the way it always was. 

        JAZZ

        Admit we got the most wonderful bath!  For a few minutes we saw how happy we could be.

        CHASE

        A ritual cleanse. Did seem like it was working.

        JAZZ

        I felt such peace, like nothing could hurt us ever. 

        CHASE

        Then my Dad showed up.

        JAZZ

        So now I know him, too. I experienced them through you.

        CHASE

        In the house that never got finished. I pushed my Dad into bankruptcy. I destroyed my family.

        JAZZ

        You did not.

        CHASE

        If you’re going to be my soulmate you’ve seen the house of horrors where you have to live. Nobody could blame you for walking out.

        JAZZ

        Where would I walk to?  Seriously.  I thought the more worlds we saw the more paths – the more choices we would have, but the maze leads only two places – sickness and murder or – each other.

        CHASE

        But what if we resist?

        JAZZ

        Are we back to murder? A life for a life?

        CHASE

        Surely you see the appeal?

        JAZZ

        I think when you want to kill Corso it’s really your dad you want to kill. 

        CHASE

        Wow! Free therapy! Bzzzt! No. My Dad I can get away from.

        JAZZ

        Apparently not.

        CHASE

        Once and done.

        JAZZ

        Finding crime scenes should not be inspiring us to create more of them.

        CHASE

        Why not, if everyone’s doing it?

        JAZZ

         Jails are full of defective reasoners.

        CHASE

        So I’m a defective reasoner, am I?

        (JAZZ sits beside him)

        JAZZ

        Seems like. I’m stuck with you and you’re stuck with me.

        CHASE

        But I don’t get it – if death doesn’t free you, what does?

        JAZZ

        Why couldn’t you tell me about her?

        CHASE

        I can’t even go there.

        (long pause)

        JAZZ

        If you can’t go there I can’t see where there is to get to. 

        CHASE

        Sexsomnia is like sleepwalking.  They –

        JAZZ

        Would you stop it with trying to rationalize the irrational? It makes me feel so alone.

        CHASE

        (Holding her – she lets him)

        We can’t have that.

        (They start to kiss)

        Maybe it hasn’t happened yet.

        JAZZ

        What part?

        CHASE

        The video Corso’s trying to create. If he hasn’t finished it, he hasn’t released it.

        JAZZ

        But what we did. It’s out there, alive, wandering the cloud. 

        CHASE

        Maybe not. 

        JAZZ

        I like this Chase better.  So let’s get rid of it and warn the others.

        CHASE

        Are you sure they’ll care?

        JAZZ

        Someone will.

        CHASE

        They may prefer secrecy, or destruction. But people don’t believe without evidence.

                                   JAZZ

        Our suffering is the evidence.

                          (She pushes him away)

        You wanted this to happen.  You twisted my life into evidence for your crime scene. You used the rest of us as bait.

        CHASE

        I swear I had no idea he’d go this far. But if it’s real we’ve got to face up to it. Destroying the evidence doesn’t cancel our suffering.

        JAZZ

        Without the video, we don’t remember. If we pass it along, Corso wins – whoever we pass it to.

        CHASE

        It isn’t “gone” just because we can’t remember. Haven’t what we’ve been through shown us that? It becomes a negative hallucination.

        JAZZ

        I feel sure I don’t want to know what that is.

        CHASE

        It means is not seeing the obvious. 

        JAZZ

        Forgetting is almost as good as innocence.

        CHASE

        That’s what Corso counted on.

        JAZZ

        Help me.

        CHASE

        I’m trying.

        (the distance between them is growing. They reach out their arms to each other but it’s too late. CHASE fades into darkness)

        JAZZ

        I want to forget! Help me forget!

        CORSO’s voice

        I stand at the ready to assist my adorable Jazz.

      3. Rough Sleep – a play by Alysse Aallyn

        – KITCHEN set, bar with overhead wineglass and pot rack, burners steaming ( ZOYAorchestrates the food)

        ZOYA

        Stevie, could you open the wine and let it breathe?

        (Clutches her own throat)

        No one wants a strangled wine.

        CHASE

        Jazz drinks any kind of wine.

        ZOYA

        Jazz? What kind of name is that?

        JAZZ

        It’s a nickname. My name is Jasmyn Suzino.

        ZOYA

        (Thawing. She is cautious and protective, not mean)

        If you’re important to my son I’m so glad you’re here.

        CHASE

        She’s very important to me. 

        ZOYA

        I hope you like Welsh rarebit and Coquille Saint Jacques.

        JAZZ

        Sounds delicious. I hear you do your own cooking?

        (CHASE takes bottle and opener from his mother.)

        ZOYA

        Love is the main ingredient, I always say. Red or white?

        (She pulls down wineglasses from the overhead rack. There are several bottles of wine.CHASE opens them one after the other. JAZZ looks a little scared as if she might have to drink all this)

        JAZZ

        Oh, whatever.  May I have ice, please?

        CHASE

        (Being a Farrell)

        No.

        ZOYA

        Oh, for heavens sake let her have whatever she wants!  Lemon, sugar! Anything! This is a party!

        (Slaps out an ice bucket)

        CHASE

        Taste it without ice first.  It’s Christmas wine from Lebanon.

        JAZZ

        Wow.  Delicious.  You’re right….forget the ice.

        (JAZZ sits at the bar – ZOYA blots the corner of JAZZ’mouth with a napkin, lays napkins down.  What with spoons and potlids, she gives an impression of sacred priestess juggling sacred tools)

        CHASE

        Mom made all this lace herself.

        JAZZ

        Awesome. Exquisite.  I didn’t know humans made lace.

        CHASE

        Mom was beaten into submission by nuns. You propitiate the gods by giving them lace. 

        ZOYA

        (Raps him sharply with a spoon)

        Stevie, you heretic! What will our guest think?

        CHASE

        “Make our damn lace or be consumed by the Holocaust!”

        ZOYA

        Stevie! Oh, what’s the use? You’ll never change. I forgive you.

        JAZZ

        Uh, the flowers on that cake look almost real.

        ZOYA

        I love making sugar flowers.  Those are lilies and camellias.  I wore them at my wedding.

        CHASE

        Mom studied pastry making at the Cordon Bleu in Paris. 

        ZOYA

        It was just a summer course. Canapés or crudités?

        CHASE

        Crudity always.

        JAZZ

        (To CHASE)

        Paris!  Were you there?

        CHASE

        Naw.  I was just a bullet in my father’s bandolier in those days.

        ZOYA

        Oh, Stevie!  You’re such a silly! How I love you! No, he’s never been to Paris.  We’ve not been back. That was our honeymoon, so long, long ago.

         (Seems like she might cry) 

        It’s so hard to keep the rarebit from separating. 

        (sniffs – offers a plate)

        Duck pâté?

        JAZZ

        Er, sure.

        (ZOYA and CHASE toss off their wine, he refills their glasses.  JAZZ holds hers against her chest. ZOYA reaches down a platter)

        ZOYA

        I love to cook! Following a recipe to make things right. I wish people ate more, but they’re always on such weird diets. Cyanne’s a vegan who won’t eat gluten.  Everything’s changed. I used to pick my own watercress but now I’m afraid of the fisher cats. 

        CHASE

        Fishers eat squirrels, mom, not people.

        ZOYA

        Somebody needs to eat those squirrels. They’re too assertive. But it’s the fisher cats who scream – like someone being murdered.

        CHASE

        They’re nocturnal, Mom.  And watercress is out of season.

        ZOYA

        (Fighting back tears)

        So how does your family celebrate grand occasions, Jasmyn? I’m sure it’s something more splendid than a homely family party.

        JAZZ 

        (nervous)

        We make a lot of toasts.

        (She lifts her glass. ZOYA and CHASE both drain their glasses and immediately refill as if that’s what etiquette requires)

        ZOYA

        Stevie, you say the blessing.

        CHASE

        You’re going to have to stop calling me that, Mom.  My name is Chase.

        ZOYA

        But that’s a stupid name.  It doesn’t mean anything.  Steven was your grandfather’s name.

        CHASE

        But he’s gone. You want me to be gone?

        ZOYA

        I’m praying you never leave again.

        (Lifts her glass)

        Zemlya pukhom!

        CHASE

        It’s your birthday, Mom.  We toast to you.

        (He raises his glass)

        ZOYA

        (Abashed, almost frightened.)

        No more bad luck.  I’m not fit to catch God’s eye. Dolgaya zhizn!

        JAZZ

        What’s that mean?

        CHASE

        Long life.

        JAZZ 

        Long life!

        (They drink. A moment of happiness. Enter CUTTER FARRELL dressed as if for wild weather.  CUTTER slowly removes outer gear but continues to play with belt – appraising the group as if wondering who to use it on. He is a cold, cold-eyed man, a paler, blockier version of CHASE. Accepts drink from placatory ZOYA)

        CUTTER

        Filthy night. What have we here?

        ZOYA

        Stevie brought a friend to my birthday party! Isn’t that exciting?

        CUTTER

        (Takes drink, cranes his neck insultingly)

        Little Stevie brought a date?  Where is he? I don’t see him.

        (JAZZ steps up bravely and offers her hand)

        JAZZ

        Hi, I’m Jasmyn Suzino.

        (CUTTER takes her hand and presses it to his chest, looking her up and down at his leisure)

        CUTTER

        Where did this dark-eyed beauty spring from? Be still my loins.  I’m Cutter Farrell, young lady. Pleased to make your acquaintance.

        JAZZ

        (Awkwardly)

        I go to school with Chase. Er – Steven.

        CUTTER

        Bet you met him yesterday.

        (JAZZ reacts as though this might be true. CHASE steps forward, detaches JAZZ’s arm)

        CHASE

        Pick on someone in your own weight class, Dad.

        CUTTER

        And that would be you? I’ve heard braggadocio but I’m getting tired waiting.

        ZOYA

        (Panicky)

        Please don’t fight. It’s my birthday.

        CUTTER

        I don’t like surprises.  That’s all.

        (Pops some savory in his mouth and drains half his drink)

        So. Suzino.  What kind of a name is that?

        JAZZ

        It’s Portuguese.

        CUTTER

        Is there a Dad in your picture?

        JAZZ

        (After a beat)

        Not really.

        CUTTER

        That’s the Portuguese in him. We Irish, now, keep families together. We hang on till every lost dog is drawn and quartered.

        (ZOYA snaps tensely at CHASE who is eating)

        ZOYA

        (Spanks his arm with her lace napkin)

        Don’t double dip, darling!  It’s disgusting!

        (Blots her forehead)

        I’m sorry.

        CUTTER

        (Poking freely among the crudités tray)

        When’s dinner?

        (ZOYA clatters pot lids hopelessly)

        ZOYA

        Half an hour.  Forty-five minutes.

        CUTTER

        Just enough time for a private pow-wow.  Bring your drinks, kids. You’ll need them.

        CHASE

        No thank you.

        CUTTER

        I’ve got a business proposition for you. Come along now:  fair’s fair.  You’ve got to give me a chance to get my money back. All the cash I spent on you…

        CHASE

        I’m not putting my money into any of your schemes.

        (CUTTER takes JAZZ’s arm)

        CUTTER

        Fine.  Then your little girlfriend and I will have a sit down. You stay out here with Mummy the way you always preferred, Jasmyn and I will have a heart to heart and find out what’s what.

        ZOYA

        (Desperate)

        Cutter, please! 

        CUTTER

        You cook, dumpling, I’ll entertain our guests.

        ZOYA

        By arguing?

        CUTTER

        I only stand up for what’s mine.

        (To CHASE who’s sliding unwillingly off his barstool)

        You’re going to want to see this.  Believe me. It’s the next biggest thing, and I’m offering you a buy-in on the ground floor.

        CUTTER’S DEN- SCENE XIV.  Macho and dark; leather furniture, deer head, creels and powder horns, gun rack

        CUTTER

        So, what are you studying in this college of yours?

        JAZZ

        We’re participating in a research experiment.

        CUTTER

        I’ll bet you are. Anything to do with the Internet?

        JAZZ

        The Internet?

        CUTTER

        (Shaking his head as he looks at CHASE)

        Where do you get these girls?  You haven’t heard of the Internet, young missy? The World Wide Web?

        JAZZ

        (Blushing but controlling herself at a warning look from CHASE)

        It has nothing to do with that.

        CUTTER

        (Studying her speculatively)

        Well, I can’t answer for how they behave in Portugal, but it’s possible you were pimped out without your knowledge. 

        (Picks up a video controller. CHASE and JAZZ stares stupefied at a screen that flickers dancing shapes over their faces)

        CUTTER

        Look what your boyfriend got you into! It’s a game, see? You can make them do any combination, anything you want.

        (Struggles with his controller)

        How do you make this thing go frame by frame?

        JAZZ

        Oh, my God. It’s US!

        CHASE

        Turn that thing off!

        (CHASE lunges for his Dad, they tussle, CUTTER playing “keep away” with remote)

        CUTTER

        Wait, wait –the good part is coming up! 

        (CHASE succeeds in dashing controller to floor, screen light goes off)

        Here’s a fine thing for a father to have to see! You could at least ensure they disguise the faces – but you all make yourselves so recognizable with those tattoos. Nice birthday gift for mommy, wouldn’t you say?

        (CHASE lunging – they are full-on wrestling)

        CUTTER

        This idea’s worth millions – unless you sign away your rights – AGAIN. But that’s what you do, isn’t it? Anything rather than take dad’s advice! Why don’t you hit me, since you’ve been longing to. Go ahead – hit your father!

        (CHASE manages to turn off screen, throw remotepushes CUTTER away)

        CHASE

        Come on, Jazz, let’s get out of here.

        CUTTER

        I suppose you’ll claim that was art

        (Heavy fake Irish accent)

        Will you be taking it around to the festivals now?  Put it up for the booby prize?

        CHASE

        You’re dead to me.

        (Dragging JAZZ away)

        CUTTER

        I’m dead to you, you spineless party pooper? I’m dead to you?

        (ZOYA appears holding a wine opener pushed to her neck)

                                   ZOYA

        I’m dead to everyone and nobody noticed! Nobody even noticed!

        (JAZZ tries to go to her, CHASE pulls her away downstage – lights off on FARRELL RESIDENCE)

      4. Rough Sleep – a play by Alysse Aallyn

         SCENE XII – BATHTUB/DRESSING ROOM with towel & clothes rack. HUGE bathtub

        CHASE

        Here we are.

        JAZZ

        God, this is luxe.  Now I’m scared of drowning.

        CHASE

        (Touches her)

        I have a lifesaving badge. 

        JAZZ

        Coming in with me?

        CHASE

        Soulmates should never be apart too long. In relationships timing is everything and we don’t want to miss a beat.

        JAZZ

        Right. We might end up in different universes.  Who’s to say we’d ever get back?

        (She turns on taps, sounds of water flowing – bubbles)

        CHASE

        You’re getting bubbles all over the floor.

        JAZZ

        Who cares? Your mother already hates me.

        CHASE

        (Reaches in to turn off the jets)

        She absolutely does not.  My mother’s not a hater.  Look at this.  There seems to be a drain in the floor.

        JAZZ

        Seems to be? Didn’t you live here?

        CHASE

        Nope. This house is new to me.

        JAZZ

        What a thoughtful vortex we’ve fallen into.

        (They undress.  CHASE has chain tats twisting up his arms)

        JAZZ

        I see you made your status permanent. What with the chains.

        (Touches them)

        CHASE

        I’ve got commitment. How about you? Any tattoos?

        JAZZ

        A tiny one you’ll never find.

        (Slides into bath)

        CHASE

        Sure you want me in there? What if I’m contagious?

        JAZZ

        Here’s hoping we both are.

        (He climbs in)

        CHASE

        You like it hotJust like my mom.  She thinks you’re not clean unless you remove the top layer of skin.

        (JAZZ dumps bubbles on his head – they play – she squeals – he upends her looking for the tattoo))

        CHASE

        Here it is! I found it!  What’s that – a hummingbird?  A butterfly?

        JAZZ

        (Spitting bubbles)

        It’s a dragonfly.

        (They play.  Ah, love)

        Weren’t we doing something important before we got worm-holed away?

                          (Seductively)

        CHASE

        Nothing as important as this. 

        (Kissing)

        JAZZ

        Now I recognize you without your skin.

        CHASE

        You’ve heard the theory angels are hermaphrodites? 

        JAZZ

        I missed that one.

        CHASE

        You can be my other wing.

        (ZOYA strikes a gong in the front hallway)

        CHASE

        Uh oh. There goes the dinner bell.

        JAZZ

        There’s a dinner bell?

        CHASE

        Mom needs an audience for her extravaganzas.

        JAZZ

        She cooks her own birthday dinner?

        CHASE

        From scratch. She’s a one-woman homemaking army. What does your Mom do for her birthday?

        JAZZ

        We go to one of those sneeze guard buffets where children throw meatballsIntro to Plague Theory.

        (They wrestle, squealing)

        CHASE

        This is the best bath I ever had. I’m looking forward to getting dirty just so we can get clean again. 

        JAZZ

        I know! It’s so much more fun with two of us!

        CHASE

        No baths with the Bexter?

        JAZZ

        Are you kidding? I had to use reverse psychology just to get him to shave. Please – no more Old Boyfriend talk. Let’s agree when we get out of this bath we will be completely new.

         (Embrace)

        CHASE

        Agreed.

        (Magical moments. ZOYA strikes gong again)

        CHASE

        Uh oh.  Thirty second warning.

        (He climbs out, helps her into towel)

         Time for Lady’s Choice.

        (Rack of clothes in spot)

        JAZZ

        I can be anyone I want? There’s plenty to choose from.

        (Handles clothes)

        Your mother wasn’t kidding. Most of these still have tags. Is your sister even real?

        CHASE

        Sure she is.  She got all the niceness, I got all the meanness .

        JAZZ

        How can she nice and miss Mom’s birthday?

        CHASE

        You’ll see why. How about this one?

        (Prom dress)

        JAZZ

        No I like this one better.

         (Girl Scout uniform)

        CHASE

        Or Pocahontas.

        (Fringed Indian outfit)

        JAZZ

        Or a cheerleader! Maybe there’s a football uniform for you. I have my fantasies, too.

        CHASE

        Better keep it simple. We might have to make a break for it.

        (They don cleaner versions of their old clothes)

      5. Rough Sleep – a play by Alysse Aallyn

         SCENE XI – FARRELL RESIDENCE.  (ZOYA, festively dressed excitable little woman with dyed hair teeters forward on high heels)

        ZOYA

        Stevie!

        (She clutches CHASE, kissing him everywhere)

        Oh Stevie, Stevie, I was so afraid you wouldn’t come.

        CHASE

        Miss your birthday?  How could I possibly?  And I brought a friend.

        (JAZZ waves nervously)

        JAZZ

        (Awkwardly extending plant)

        Happy Birthday.

        (Painfully obvious this is way too big a plant for this tiny person)

        ZOYA

        (Making no move to take it)

        Oh, my. That looks so…interesting. Well come in, come in.

        JAZZ unloads plant on hall table, looking around, awed. ZOYA regards plant apprehensively.)

        ZOYA

        I suppose I’m ancient, dry and prickly just like this plant. Does it come with directions?

        JAZZ

        It’s a Christmas cactus. It’s going to have three blooms.  See?

        ZOYA

        (Without enthusiasm)

        Lovely.

        (Clings to CHASE)

        It’s so wonderful to see you!

        (She squeezes him)

        Look how tall you’ve gotten.

        CHASE

        (hugs her)

        Good to see you, Mom. You’re looking well.

        JAZZ

        Sorry I’m not dressed for a party.

        CHASE

        Jazz had kind of a disaster. Somebody jumped out of her dorm room window.

        (JAZZ and CHASE exchange looks)

        ZOYA

        How terrible! Were they badly hurt?

        CHASE

        (With relish)

        Killed, Mom. Dead.

        (His mother backs away, looking at the pair of them)

        ZOYA

        Do they give you an automatic A and send you home?

        CHASE

        Urban legend, Mom. You’ve got to stop believing myths.

        (His mother strikes him lightly on the arm)

        ZOYA

        I never know when you’re teasing.

        CHASE

        If Jazz could borrow something of Cyanne’s…?

        ZOYA

        (Recollecting she’s the hostess)

        Of course, of course.  Cyanne has way too many clothes. She’s always shopping. You look about the same size.  She’d say yes but she’s away at college.  She’s pledging my sorority. Quick drink before you freshen up?

        (An expression almost of panic)

        Because I’ve got to get back – back to the kitchen.

        (Backs away as if dragged – exit)

        CHASE

        My Mom always bakes her own birthday cake.

        JAZZ

        Why didn’t you tell me your mother hates plants?

        (Gestures)

        All these plants are fake.

        CHASE

        Mom says growth’s a lot of work. 

        JAZZ

        (Mimes looking at family photos on the walls)

        That you as a baby?

        CHASE

        The very same. Aren’t I adorable? You can’t tell which is me and which is Cyanne.

        JAZZ

        You all look so happy.

        CHASE

        Appearances can be deceiving.

        JAZZ

        So your real name’s Stevie.

        CHASE

        Steven.  Now that you know it, forget it. Just another thing that’s gone.

        JAZZ

        You could have told me. 

        CHASE

        Who knew we’d end up here? I’ve never been good at telling people things. The vortex assumed control.

      6. Rough Sleep – a play by Alysse Aallyn

        JAZZ
        Time to forgive yourself.


        CHASE
        Oh, that’ll be easy. Walk in the park.


        JAZZ
        I’m still here.


        CHASE
        You’re scared to leave because Bex is out there.


        JAZZ
        That’s not it. I’m here because I want to be. I can handle Bex. His pride is hurt but he’s basically lazy. I don’t matter that much to him. He spent all our time together trying to convince me I was worthless and making him look bad.


        CHASE
        Sounds like my dad. Except I really was all he had. His only son.


        JAZZ
        You’re not responsible for him. Bex wanted me to believe that I was stuck with him, but he wasn’t stuck with me, that I owed him a debt that kept mysteriously increasing.


        CHASE
        Ouch. I need a shower. Want to come?


        JAZZ
        Oh, no you don’t! We’re not finished yet! Why come after Corso? Why pick this college?


        CHASE
        You really want me to roll in it, don’t you? Can’t you just be a good soulmate and fill in the blanks?


        JAZZ
        Total honesty. Full disclosure. Tell each other everything, don’t you agree?


        CHASE
        Maybe.


        JAZZ
        So when Bex bothers me you want me keeping it secret?


        CHASE
        Hell no! Point taken.
        (forcing himself to reminisce)
        I just couldn’t get it out of my mind that nothing bad happened to Corso. No jail time! No publicity. No fines even. They made him promise not to work with children, but he’d graduated to teenagers by that time anyway. I gradually realized the money was to control me, so I wouldn’t tell the police. Blood money. What a bad deal that was. He wasn’t controlled! Rewarded, if anything. I might as well have been protecting him. When I looked him up – there he is running “perceptual studies” at a prestigious college! That sound like “punishment” to you?


        JAZZ
        That would be punishment for me, but I get what you mean.


        CHASE
        So I decided to kill him. It’s the only way. I mean, Corso’s a monster, right? And he’s only getting worse. I grew up, I bulked up, I legally changed my name, I disguised myself every way I could think of. I mean, he hadn’t seen me since I was a squeaky-voiced platinum haired tot of thirteen.


        JAZZ
        But let me guess. He recognized you right away.


        CHASE
        He just assumed I couldn’t live without him. I was there to bring him souls!


        JAZZ
        You confronted him?


        CHASE
        He says the university knows all about his “spot of bother.” There’s no official record. To hear him tell it, we were co-victims!


        JAZZ
        Co-victims!


        CHASE
        Yeah. Of religion. Of repression. Of the fifties, of his parents – you name it. But he’s fine now. Happily married, to a nice older lady who just happens to be rich! He’s “freed” himself, see, from his horrible past and he just wants to liberate everybody else.


        JAZZ
        What a bastard.


        CHASE
        So either I get the goods on him or I kill him. There aren’t other options. If that makes me a monster, then, that’s what I’ll be.


        JAZZ
        Hard luck on me, having a monster for a soulmate. What did I do to deserve this?


        CHASE
        Clearly you attract monsters.


        JAZZ
        You sell us both short. If you wanted to be a monster, you would be one already. You’ve been here four years!


        CHASE
        I got distracted. College is interesting – wrestling, debate club, research, biofeedback… Suddenly I found myself in a much bigger world. But whatever avenue I went down… he was always there ahead of me. Like, he’s the creator of everything and I’m just his mutant, the cuckoo on his clock. I want a world without Corso, a universe to call my own, but… he’s polluted everything.


        JAZZ
        So he still holds you hostage.


        CHASE
        He’s inside me. He’s like, taken over the inside of me. Robbed me of my self. I always seem to know exactly what he’ll do, or say, so in some sick way it’s me doing it. There’s no “me” any more, as long as he’s alive. My only hope is to off him.


        JAZZ
        That’s stinking thinking. If you kill him, he still wins. You’d be linked to him forever. I refuse to lose a perfectly good soulmate. You’re nothing like Corso. He’s soulless and that’s why he collects souls. You’re real. Without a self, how could you have a soulmate? Knowing him just makes him easier to trap. If we’ve learned anything, it is that he’s up to no good. He’s a predator- parasite. We’ve got to keep that straight. Trust?


        CHASE
        If only I could believe in souls. I don’t feel indestructible. I’m staying alive by the force of my resistance.


        JAZZ
        You woke me.


        CHASE
        That’s what we have in common. You resisted Bex.


        JAZZ
        I’ll say! He worked so hard to keep me down. We recognized each other. We’re the same.
        (passionately kiss)


        CHASE
        It’s only our worlds that keep changing.


        JAZZ
        It’s love.


        CHASE
        And we keep falling into it. “Falling” seems more than a metaphor.


        JAZZ
        If we’re in the middle of something extraordinary, we’ve got to stop looking with ordinary eyes.


        CHASE
        But everything’s corpses. Corso threatens life itself.


        JAZZ
        Murderers do tend to round up the refugees.


        CHASE
        He’s poisoning us. The question is whether it’s terminal. I wish I knew what was in that stuff he gave us.


        JAZZ
        Who cares what he gave us? He wants you to think he’s some scientific mastermind wielding a secret weapon. We’re the ones with the secret weapon.


        CHASE
        Some amnesiac, like scopolamine or propanolol. Without memory, he assumes we lose identity. But stress-based experiences are processed like dreams – we keep having flashbacks.


        JAZZ
        And flash-forwards. But we all formed new memories – some of them pretty crazy I admit – but others right on target. Look at Soliz falling through my window, Zane at the toxic dump, Koo with her body-bags. Something happened to us and he doesn’t want us to find out what. Bex wants me thinking he’s all powerful and everywhere so I’ll feel weak and helpless and give up, and Corso’s exactly the same. You must have gotten close –that’s why he fired you.


        CHASE
        He didn’t reckon with us happening.


        JAZZ
        We have a superpower!


        CHASE
        I’m scared the universe is setting us up, just to knock us back down.


        JAZZ
        But the universe loves creators, and lovers are the ultimate creators.


        CHASE
        Creation takes so long and destruction lasts forever.


        JAZZ
        Doesn’t the green growth keep coming up?


        CHASE
        Death is inevitable. It’s life that’s the surprise. In wrestling your attacker takes himself down. We need to find Corso’s weak spot –


        JAZZ
        He’s not immortal, is he?


        CHASE
        God, I hope not.


        JAZZ
        I mean, if he keeps swelling up with everybody else’s souls he’s going to explode. The universe will take care of Corso.