Tag: #Soulmates

  • The Language of Butterflies – Walking the Path of Attachment with Alysse Aallyn

    MELT into the space your desire creates: “You Got This”


    You’ve realize the immensity of your need and the enormity of the challenge. You’ve looked into your capacities and they just don’t seem to match your expectations. Now you’re scared and feeling hopeless. I’m here to remind you to “relax.” Melt into the space your desire has created. Untense those muscles because fear and hysteria, rage and feelings of worthlessness all work against us.

    Realize somewhere out there your Soulmate is feeling all these things also. This is a process you need to go through, in order to recognize the vastness of the challenge ahead. This is your time in the desert, where you will be tested. This guarantees that when your and your Beloved melt together your success will be all the sweeter. Of necessity to valuing the Other is the realization that, although there may be plenty of fish in the sea, you need a very particular fish.


    HAUNTED WEDDING
    The pregnant car disgorges
    Only us. It’s winter.
    Drunk as silver fish
    We beat our gills as light
    As hummingbirds.
    In an amethyst ring
    Of drypoint trees
    The half-built house
    Gapes and swells
    Its timbers stink of sap.
    Windrill fields occlude
    Our crossing, so you carry me
    High above the thorny osiers.
    We sleep aloft for safety
    Locked and levitating
    In this space of air
    One season only,
    Unseen by angry outriders;
    Bloodless in our wedding robes
    Like the doubled membranes
    Of the frozen flowers.

    1. The Language of Butterflies – the Path of Attachment by Alysse Aallyn

      POWER: “Doubling”

        We are filled with the excitement and power of acquisition and multiplicity. We will finally have a helper, an interpreter, an enabler, a sharer. A Second Self with its rich promise of Difference – different memories, body type, fantasies, wishes, dreams – we can indulge ourselves in. We can’t wait to get going and find this person who promises us wings and immortality! The potential sexual ecstasy alone is keeping us up nights. Imagine thoroughly exploring another and being thoroughly explored yourself – with a lifetime to do it in. We can’t yet speak the language of butterflies, but we can imagine it. We are giving ourselves wings. With such commitment, every moment becomes a lifetime. We think we may have discovered the secret of eternal youth, to see and be seen through the eyes of love.

        Angel Clothes

        You are like a ripe peach
        Swollen in the summer of your life
        And as the peach surrounds its stone
        Your skeleton enwombs your soul
        But thinly.
        I often see it shining
        Through the hollows in your cheeks.
        I need your body
        Need to know its shadows
        Sound its pleasures
        But as the stone
        Though small at first
        Must grow; feeds off the dying peach
        So your spirit will transhume your flesh
        Disgorge it in
        A thousand peaches a thousand summers a
        Thousand eternities more beautiful than
        You or I

      1. The Language of Butterflies – the Path of Attachment by Alysse Aallyn

        The Life Force – “Why do we need each other?”


        Parents can watch this need for The Reciprocal Other awaken. At about the age of two the infant, who has belonged to the parents and who has felt like part of them, begins to show a lot of interest in the outside world. But when she sees a pint-sized someone exactly like herself, a certain sparkle comes into her eyes. She wants to clutch, bond with, play with that person. Hang on, because now the thrill-ride is beginning, the search Plato described as our search for our Missing Half. Mating behavior is an even more powerful driver in biology than feeding needs. Mating drives species to extravagant displays of seemingly dangerous behaviors, obsessive building, fighting and positioning. Species who mate for life put themselves through complex effort to secure The One. So this is biology, folks. You are in the grips of an instinctual drive it is pointless to resist. Hang on, and let’s make sure your brain becomes engaged.

          Sex cadets

          I shall orchestrate your life I say
          Make your blood sing woodwind
          Stretch my nerve harp-tight
          Across your exo-shell
          While you, heart racer
          Put me through my paces
          Pushing your muscle through
          The gates of my life
          Pushing past theories
          of the pluperfect poetical
          pushing like
           a downhill artist
          the speed racer you claim to be
          Speed  devil
          Speed demon
          Speed dreamer.

        1. The Language of Butterflies: the Path of Attachment by Alysse Aallyn

          The Language of Butterflies: the Path of Attachment by Alysse Aallyn

          Assess your potential to connect. We wake alone, but we are on the path of Attachment. Ask yourself; do you seek balanced, indestructible attachment, synchronous, not disharmonic relationship; a connection that is symbiotic, not exploitative. If the answer is Yes, you are on the path of Paradise.

          How can we achieve these goals? First, we must understand and accept our Self, our Ego, with all its quirks and flaws, needs and yearnings, limits and possibilities. Then we must understand the Other; the Lover. We must attune ourselves to the structure of their yearning to begin to construct our duet, our dance. After that we must negotiate the rapids of relationship with each other and with the outside world. Danger! Excitement! Ecstasy! Despair…Compassion.
          Union.

          We are caterpillars, you and I, attempting to learn the language of butterflies. We are unprepossessing creatures, daily absorbed in infantile needs of eating and excreting, but we have a firm promise of a future in which we stretch our gorgeous wings.

          Paradise

          Without eyes

          Ambitious goldfish float

          Dream of skies

          Where fins are wings

          Lily pads are clouds

          Swollen tight

          as seed pearls; gullets

          Safe forever from

          vengeful squid or

          Killer waves.

          Who can say if in their time of death

          Those dreams don’t live

          Bursting skin;
          Trailing comets,

          Scattering scales like stars

          Spilling the pond and soaring limitless

          To be whales

          To be gods

          To be free?

        2. Becoming a Goddess – the Goddess Oracle

          Sex – Soulmates

          Can a Goddess Find Her Soulmate – It’s a challenge!  You are used to being large and in charge, decisive and capable of sweepingly instantaneous change.  You require another soaring spirit to match your skills. 

          Have you been dreaming of the “other”?  In the multiverse, everything we do creates its opposite. Do you look in the mirror and see another face? Do you dream of a lost twin? Do you imagine you can feel that “other” across a crowded room, and think when you touch their hand, you will feel a strange galvanic charge?  Are you a cynic about soulmates?  Disenchanted with sex? Do you have sex dreams that are more like night terrors? Does sex make you feel increasingly hardened and untouchable?

          Soulmates Are Real and You Have One – Soulmates need to “create” each other.  It’s never too late. You are never so “lost” you can’t find your soulmate. The problem is, your soulmate feels just the way you do and both of you are threatened by those feelings, isolating you further in an invisible, impenetrable membrane you’ve mistaken as Goddess-hood. But Goddess Power never diminishes, it evolves.  Recognition and acceptance of our own neediness takes a lot of bravery, a lot of humility, much insight and a little magic.

          Desire Can Be Slaked – Temporarily. Goddesses stay alert. We don’t pursue numbness – or even satiety. It’s good to get acquainted with hunger. Pro tip – hunger keeps you young. Hunger is a condition of youth.

          When Goddesses Bond There is No Going Back. – The potential magic of sexual connection ignites the search for a SoulMate. Goddesses believe that once found, a Soul Pair becomes capable of Time Travel, TransSubstantiation, and Immortality.  Genders merge; either one can be feminine, masculine or androgyne at will. One wing searches for another to form a bird and fly. The question we must ask ourselves is: are we willing to undergo the pain of having the boundaries of our borders breached to fully merge with another?

          Goddesses Lift Each Other’s Souls – The power of a doubled pair is raised to the nth power by their knowledge, commitment and shared purpose.

          Goddesses Release Each Other – There are so many permissions, forgivenesses, and skills we cannot give ourselves. Love literally gives you eyes in the back of your head. There is no hiding from your soulmate.

          Doubled Goddesses Power the Universe – The constant clash of mating, sharing, satisfying and negotiating is the music of the spheres. It keeps us all spinning in an ecstasy of selfless selfhood.

          Goddess Challenge – There are plenty of frogs out there and some vipers, and you will kiss each. Possibly more than once. It’s also possible that we have “rewired” our system – through porn, games, and casual sex – so that it actually prevents us from recognizing a soulmate and forging a life bond. This is why starting as friends is so critical. It gets your defenses down to the point where you can talk about fears, desires and problematic reactions. Go slowly, welcome mistakes and be prepared to learn. Because of our enhanced powers, goddesses have more to learn than most people.

          Goddess Danger – Sometimes – let’s face it – most times, you and your soulmate are “sick.”  You have “caught” infection from a society that says “fuck you” to eternal, mystical, mutual sexual union. That makes things hard. You don’t recover overnight. You must commit to good mental, emotional, physical, spiritual and sexual hygiene and you will both have to figure out what it is. You need to make a plan – yes, a map – out of each other’s minds and bodies. If the other person refuses to accept health you will have to detach for your own sanity and safety. Vampires make other vampires, and bliss will elude them. The most important part of soulmating is the mutual pledge for health and growth – for both of you.

          Goddess Opportunity – My book, I’ll Sleep When You’re Dead – is about the supernatural powers of soulmates. It’s about what to do when you dislike and distrust your soulmate at first. It’s about what to do when you and your soulmate both have horrific pasts and are pursued by actual demons.  I can’t say it clearer than that. Don’t be frightened. Your bond is eternal, across time, geography and multiverses.  Take it slow. You have all the time in the multiverse.

          Bereavement Is Never the End – As life itself is not the end, bereavement cannot be. The glory of bliss still awaits, and detached Soulmates have been known to find each other and form new spiritual and physical connections.

          Models & Mentors – “A soulmate’s purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life and then introduce you to your spiritual master” – Elizabeth Gilbert

          “A soulmate is the one person whose love is powerful enough to motivate you to meet your soul to do the emotional work of self-discovery and awakening”

          – Kenny Loggins

          “They fought all the time and challenged each other every day. They were crazy about each other” – Nicholas Sparks

          “I know what love is, because of you.” – Herman Hesse

          #Haiku: I’ll Sleep When You’re Dead

          Only soulmates can

          Slay each other’s dragons

          Says Tibetan Master

        3. 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.

        4. 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.

        5. 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.

        6. Rough Sleep – a play by Alysse Aallyn

          (At Hadleigh Hall, a body lies under a tarp)

          SOLIZ

          They’re not letting anyone in. Do you know who lives in Room 824?

          JAZZ

          Actually, I live there.

          SOLIZ

          Oh, you do, do you? Well, some guy fell out your window.

          JAZZ

          Just like your dream!

          SOLIZ

          (threateningly)

          I don’t know what you’re talking about.

          CHASE

          Some guy? Who?

          SOLIZ

          Unidentified.  You can’t see him, he’s under a tent.

          CHASE

          Can’t Jazz collect her stuff?

          SOLIZ

          Come back later. It’s chaos over there.

          (SOLIZ frees them from tapeJAZZ and CHASE lurch off downstage)

          JAZZ

          This is Soliz’s dream. I remember if she doesn’t.

                                     CHASE

          Except this was a guy.

          JAZZ

          Let’s hope it was Bex.

          CHASE

          So now you’re pro-violence?

          JAZZ

          Who’s saying I pushed him? It would be so unlike me.

          CHASE

          So, no going home for you.

          JAZZ

          Hadleigh was never my home.

          CHASE

          Well, you can camp out at my place while we figure out what to do with this new corpse.

          JAZZ

          Makes me harder for Bex to find. On the other hand when he does, he’ll just get madder.

          CHASE

          We’ve got enough problems without worrying about satisfying his unsatisfiable psyche. We’ve got three dead bodies!

          JAZZ

          And God knows how many crime scenes. Explain exactly why soulmating requires detective work?

          CHASE

          Maybe nature is one big crime scene. Red of tooth and claw.

          JAZZ

          You and your classical education.

                                     CHASE

          Voilã! Here we are at my place.  

          SCENE VIII – Lights go up on CHASE’S APT – disheveled male bedroom/kitchenette

          JAZZ

          This is definitely a crime scene.

          (Throws herself into a low-slung chair)

          CHASE

          (Sitting close)

          You expected harp music? Hey, you admitted your life was a crime scene too. 

          JAZZ

          I guess I thought the point of soulmates is all the hard work would be magically be done.

          CHASE

          So no going over the past trying to understand and explain the mess? Wouldn’t that be nice!

          JAZZ

          Why can’t we just escape the mess?  The mess would no longer matter. We could rise above the mess.

          CHASE

          Your fantasy forgets about the demons. If we’ve unleashed demons –

          JAZZ

          Who’s to say we unleashed them?  I’m not responsible for Bex.

          CHASE

          Yet he’s out there, rampaging. At least I know I’m responsible for Corso.

          JAZZ

          But Corso’s using your involvement to keep his rampage going. Oh. Touché. I see what you mean.

          CHASE

          We’re dissociating. Living each other’s nightmares.

          JAZZ

          At least we’re braving hell together.

          (they touch hands) 

          CHASE

          If it’s purgatory, graduation’s a possibility.

          JAZZ

          We’re on a multiple universe scavenger hunt! 

          CHASE

          A time and space jigsaw puzzle!

          JAZZ

          We need to get to the crime scene before the crime happens.

          CHASE

          How would we know it was a crime scene?

          JAZZ

          Tell me what you know. What Corso did to you.

          CHASE

          God! You know I don’t want to talk about it.

                                     JAZZ

          What specifically are you afraid will happen if you talk about it?

          CHASE

          That this whole thing would shatter right in front of me. I would wreck – whatever this is happening between us.

          JAZZ

          Maybe we’re meant to reveal, not repair, each other’s real selves.

          CHASE

          Let’s talk about your fears and malfeasance. That’s more fun for me.

          JAZZ

          Somebody increased power by sucking out ours. We’re going to reclaim it. Tell your soulmate what Dr. Corso did to you. 

          CHASE

          If you know, aren’t you ruined too? How can I stay with someone who knows this disgusting thing about me?

          JAZZ

          I guess we’ll just have to see.  We need to free ourselves to be with each other. 

          CHASE

          But there’s the difference, right there – you left Bex,  I pursued Corso. I came after him. 

          JAZZ

          You are so competitive. If you need to be “worst”, prove it.

          CHASE

          He was a teacher at my choir school. Latin, of all things. We spent an eternity on the Aeneid. God, I hate talking about this. I haven’t talked about it since I was fifteen, with the lawyers and judges.

          JAZZ

          He molested you?

          CHASE

          Between my ninth and thirteenth years. He had a way of making us compete to be “the favorite”. If you could just get on that easy street, life became golden. Finally I saw what a prisoner I was. Mustered up the courage to get the hell out of there.

          JAZZ

          Jesus.

          CHASE

          Great pillow talk, huh?  And that’s not the worst of it.

          JAZZ

          How could it get worse?

          CHASE

          I brought him other boys.  Whatever he wanted.

          JAZZ

          You were a kid.  None of this could possibly be your fault.

          CHASE

          Yet here I am. Still a slave.

          JAZZ

          But you found your soulmate.

          (They hug)

          How did it end?

          CHASE

          It hasn’t ended. I mean, the sex thing ended when Corso met my sister – my twin sister – and decided he was ready to branch out. He was like, deliver her or else.  That woke me up. I went home and refused to go back to school.  I finally told my parents.

          JAZZ

          And?

          CHASE

          They pretty much behaved the worst they possibly could.  First, they didn’t believe me. My dad has always been a total bastard making fun of me for singing in a high voice and wearing a lace collar and Mom was sort of a “the church can do no wrong” nut. You know, like, who are you going to believe, a priest or your own lying eyes?  They just couldn’t take it in.  But then a kid at school hanged himself and things started to snowball. Corso got kicked out. People started suing. My dad smelled a payday. The other families accepted settlements not to squeal. Everybody settled except my father. He was holding out for the Big Money that was going to make all his dreams come true.

          JAZZ

          Then what?

          CHASE

          What always happens with my Dad.  He was having such a good  time holding the whip, he waited too long. The minute I turned sixteen, I got legally emancipated. I could prove that Dad was hitting me – I had the sense to record him – so the judge refused to give Dad the cash. Dad declared bankruptcy and I finished high school on my own. Living at the Y.

          (Restless pacing)

          So on top of everything else, I’m singlehandedly responsible for the destruction of my family.

          JAZZ

          Scapegoating. People need someone to blame, it’s another form of hostage-taking. This isn’t your fault.  Time to forgive yourself.

          CHASE

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

          JAZZ

          I’m still here.

        7. Rough Sleep – a play by Alysse Aallyn

          CHASE

          Here’s more fodder for my theory that reality is totally submerged – it’s never what you think you see.

          JAZZ

          Sounds deep.

          (CHASE plays with his phone, paws through lists, makes a choice, phone to ear)

          CHASE

          Uh oh.

          JAZZ

          What gives?

          CHASE

          Howk’s work phone at the Health Center is disconnected.

          (Paws through more lists, tries another number)

          And her voicemail is full. I’m listening to it now.

          JAZZ

          You’re listening to her voicemail?

          CHASE

          Default pincode. Most employees never change it. Sounds like she didn’t show up Friday and they can’t get hold of her. 

          JAZZ

          That’s not good. Any calls from Corso?

          CHASE

          Not one. And that’s not good either. Let’s try something else.

          (Fingers phone)

          She lives at Punch Drunk Apartments.  Punch Brook’s it’s name but Punch Drunk’s more appropriate to the lowly adjuncts.

          JAZZ

          Poor Howk.

          CHASE

          Not answer there either.

          (Stands up)

          It’s a five minute walk.

          (They walk to the edge of the stage.  BEX darts out, snaps a picture of them)

          JAZZ

          Kiss me, quick.

          (Throws herself into CHASE’s arms for a long smooch. BEX exits.)

           SCENE VI – HOWK’s APARTMENT

          CHASE

          How’d you do that?

          JAZZ

          Giving Bex material for his revenge porn site.

          CHASE

          Not what I mean. How’d we get here so fast?

          JAZZ

          You said it was a short walk.

          CHASE

          Not that short. You kissed me.

          JAZZ

          You liked it.

          CHASE

          You triggered a flashback.  Maybe we’re dreaming. Maybe we’ve fallen into some weird wormhole vortex thing.

          JAZZ

          Ugh.  Just one more crime scene. What happened here?

          (She pushes a door, it falls down)

          Is this even true?

          CHASE

          Maybe it’s meta-truth. Super-truth.

          (Furniture thrown around, plants and upholstery dismembered)

          Somebody had fun.

          JAZZ

          Why’s the multiverse such a nasty place? And what’s all this pink stuff?

          CHASE

          Looks like insulation.  Somebody searching for something.

          JAZZ

          Well, they must have found it.  The bedroom’s untouched. 

          CHASE

          I don’t believe it. There’s no body?

          JAZZ

          I didn’t see one.

          CHASE

          Did you look under the bed?

          JAZZ

          You look under the bed! I’m opening this closet!

                            (Disgusting corpse falls out, suspended mid-air)

          Aaargh!

          CHASE

          That’s Howk all right. She looks – drowned. And her skin’s all eaten off with some kind of acid.

          JAZZ

          I’m getting out of here. Everywhere we go is death. 

          CHASE

          Smells like Corso. That’s Corso’s M.O. Find out what’s alive and kill it. He stinks of sulfur. My guess is he was searching for whatever she held over him. Better get the drop on him before he comes after us.

          JAZZ

          Maybe that sex tape?

          CHASE

          But that’s over at his place. 

          JAZZ

          Maybe we’re going backwards and forwards in time. A U-turn in the multiverse.

          CHASE

          Maybe he killed Howk and hid her body. Remember Zane’s dream?

          JAZZ

          The abandoned warehouse? The toxic condemned site?

          CHASE

          Perfect place to stash a corpse.  People are afraid to enter. Very Corso.  

          JAZZ

          OK you solved this one. God, you’re competitive. 

          CHASE

          History is moving us forward. It has to.

          JAZZ

          This just isn’t what the Tibetan monks promised me. The moment we considered love, death was everywhere.

          CHASE

          I prefer Dante. Dante’s my guide.  He says you go through hell to get to heaven.  

          JAZZ

          Dante! Weird subject for psych majors!

          CHASE

          There’s a lot about me you don’t know. You need a firm grip on purgatory to understand law.

          JAZZ

          I think I’m coming down with something.

          CHASE

          You’re coming down with me. Kiss me.

          JAZZ

          (Fending him off)

          What if I’m infectious?

          CHASE

          If you’re my soulmate I’m hoping you’re infectious. Maybe I could get back my soul.

                                     JAZZ

          Where’d it go?

                                     CHASE

          Taken hostage.

                                     JAZZ

          By –

          (Their kiss triggers police car lights & sirens)

          You’re right, I feel better.

          CHASE

          Sirens when we kiss – that’s a first for me.

          (They kiss more)

          JAZZ

          Are they after us or our crime scene?

          CHASE

          We’re after them. Look where we are.

          JAZZ

          This is my dorm! Are you thinking what I’m thinking?

          CHASE

          Let’s kiss forever.

          SCENE VII – Outside Hadleigh, FRESHMAN DORM

           (Enter SOLIZdressed like a security guard, stringing crime scene tape)

          SOLIZ

          Hey!  Watch your step!  Respect my perimeter! O, hi guys.

          (They can’t step away – tape impedes)

          JAZZ

          What the hell happened here?

          SOLIZ

          Nobody knows. Keep moving.

          JAZZ

          But this is my dorm! I live here!

          SOLIZ

          They’re not letting anyone in. Do you know who lives in Room 824?

          JAZZ

          Actually, I live there.

          SOLIZ

          Oh, you do, do you? Well, some guy fell out your window.

          JAZZ

          Just like your dream!

          SOLIZ

          (threateningly)

          I don’t know what you’re talking about.