posted November 12, 2015 05:21 PM
From what you've stated above, those are definite indicators of what I use to hint at 'alternate lifeline involvement with unresolved karma'. What most call 'past life' things. Yes.
It can come quickly, or take years. In the case of the man who's assisting me with developing my series (oddly, who I was just mentioning in another thread -- so now I'm thinking I should definitely get in touch, as he's been on another show since March) it was within hours of meeting.
He was interested in learning astrology, and delighted to teach me TV writing (his bailiwick, since he wrote for Lost). I was telling him how he actually IS here to make it, and to succeed at what he'd failed to do. But what we hadn't realised was how suddenly this unfolded, and, him having worked in a writers room, he was used to the sort of 'spontaneous brainstorming' that emerges, which may be useful -- or not -- and just 'rolling with it'.
And we both had this sudden 'realisation' of being 'acolytes' of Cayce, in the infant days of television; siblings -- brother and sister, late '40s, just after the war. No family, as we'd barely survived ourselves, but not much detail on that outside of 'on our own'. We had experience in radio, (I think he'd been a radio operator) and would write stories back and forth, to try and pass the time. When the war ended, we had this great idea we wanted to do as a show, and all of the research I'd done into Cayce and Atlantis felt like the direction to go in.
It never happened. We couldn't get it sold, and nobody -- I mean, NOBODY -- paid attention to anything remotely resembling 'spec' in those days, and you wrote exactly what the network wanted, and nothing beyond it. We knew we'd lose our jobs, if we pushed for it too hard -- and he did.
He drank himself into a stupor, and, eventually, to death. I lived with the regret of not standing up for him and leaving the network -- of towing the line. I never even knew if he forgave me.
Fast-forward to 2014, and this guy, a former writer on Lost, can't seem to get employed for over 6 months, and goes to Craigslist. The chick who's the wife of the husband that posted the advert finds out that 'he's on his way' (she'd had no prior knowledge of what she deems a boneheaded move) and makes some crack about really hoping he's not a serial killer.
Because Craigslist? Really?
He's not. He even laughs when she admits her initial fears. 'Because you're just so ... normal. And they ALWAYS seem SO normal.' (She knows, being an ex-profiler.) But then she mentions the name of a friend of hers -- who's a friend of his. And she asks his name, and finds that he's not lying -- because there it is -- on Wikipedia. Connected to the awards he's won for writing on the ONE series that she'd upheld as the thing she'd never, ever do. 'I've spent this long making sure I didn't get -- y'know, Lost,' she'd say, thinking she was sooooo clever.
Within a week, they're buds. She's ecstatic that her husband posted that advert, and that he answered it. And while her husband is an atheist who doesn't believe in 'any of that stuff' -- they do. And they both look at each other and go, ' ... fate, man. Fate.'
And several happy months follow, in which he says, 'you can't do that on television.' And she says, 'why not?' And then, 'who said I want to write network television?' And they bicker and squabble, in this strange, understanding, even loving way. Someone who doesn't know she's not from there says, 'is he your brother?' And she smiles. She has no actual siblings. And, yeah, somehow, he's absolutely her brother.
She says, 'I don't want to freak you out, but you're totally going to marry that woman.' And he laughs. And she secretly knows when. (Because, progressions, yo.) And then he proposes -- when she knew he would. And she tells him. And he laughs. And they smile.
And he has a new idea for a TV pilot -- or, an old idea he'd been banging around forever. And he tells her. And she says, 'but you can't do that on television. Well, network television.' And he laughs, because he's started to believe in himself again, and think outside the box, which he was afraid of, being 'a network guy' (and she hates network). And Terry Gilliam wants to direct -- but he's too busy. Still. They fistbump.
And one day, he says, 'I got an offer to work on David Chase's new series.' And she knows ... it's time. He won't leave them in a lurch, either, because he's just that swell of a guy.
And she says, 'no. Go. You need to.' Because she knew -- it was time. He'd nursed his wounds, they'd cleared some karma, he was ready to be back on top -- marrying his soulmate, working for a top showrunner, and getting ready to run his own show.
And, of course, he invited them to the wedding. Even if she's hoping Damon Lindelof won't be there, because she'd be tempted to punch him in the nose. Because nobody messes with 'her brother'. (And, well, makes that version of Prometheus. But that's a separate issue entirely.)
And ... that's a wrap.
Other 'stories' have been more complicated; taking years to unfold, to unravel the karma, to find the truth, and to ACCEPT certain aspects of that truth.
But some are surprisingly simple, short and sweet, and immediate.
Lindaland
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posted November 12, 2015 04:47 PM