GALLADRABBLES: One Wish🌙
I love this weeks @galladrabbles prompt by the lovely Lyds @ardent-fox💚 “Let Me” can be such a versatile prompt, I’m excited to see what everyone else come up with! This is my 1st take. One Wish is gonna be a series. Completely separate from my Shot in the Dark Drabble series!!
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The beach was always calming at this time of night. The moon so bright it lights up the beach, reflecting off of the blue-black ocean.
The water is still warm from the sun where it gently laps at his ankles every now and then.
He drunkenly stumbles down the beach, not sure if he’s gonna go home tonight. There’s no real home here. His home will always be with Ian. His Ian.
“Even though he let me come here alone.” He grumbles.
He sighs looking around the beach, eyebrows drawing together when he sees something glinting up ahead.
“What the…”
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more ki working on a certain deep space trawler - phik of safi and plo of mother kisa, two technological linguists. tah of safi, a robotic mechanic. and sah of the great kisa space station, a real phyisicist.
phik is a representative ki with light gray skin. they wear a dark green jumpsuit over a light blue shirt, which hangs off their frame. they wear thick bands at the base of their antennae and a light yellow headdress secured at their neck. their airsac opening is pierced
plo is a 3rd type alate with dark green skin. they show slight signs of aging - freckled skin and slightly deepened eyes. they wear a dark green undershirt under a light blue jumpsuit. they, too, wear extensive jewellery - a pair of white glass bands are fitted around their antennae, and are attached to piercings on their airsac with small chains. they also have pendants hanging from their major horns/crest.
tah is a 2nd type worker with yellowy-green skin. their attire seems rather plain compared to their peers, with simple black glass bands around their tall antennae and small piercings above their eyes, ceremonial piercings giving devotion to the effigy of safiga, a six-eyed ki deity. they wear a loose fitting blue jumpsuit, and their digits are covered by safety coverings, to keep them safe when working with machines.
sah is a very elderly 2nd type drone, with heavy freckling and light mossy green skin. they wear the traditional attire of a real physicist, a long robe and a head covering, blue and adorned with yellow star markings. there is something slightly intimidating about them...
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Warning: officially feeling feels again :)
02.06.22 03.53
I think I finally get the link between religion and madness. Or, at least, I now realize they're hard to separate. For me, they're impossible, it seems. With each peak and valley of my mental state I always end up back here, in a restless insanity of longing. Ugh. I thought I could dismiss these feelings as flights of fancy during times of Bad Mental Health, but now I know that being kinda insane doesn't mean anything so now I'm free to feel the full force of the feeling of… fear, if we're going to be honest.
Well, my body certainly feels the fear, as my heart jumps and my hands shake as I scroll more and more down the well of desire for belonging. As I read about what could be my future, as I entertain those thoughts which cross my mind with the breathless, breathtaking force of a train barrelling past a platform, your ears and your body consumed by the whoosh-whoosh-whoosh of each carriage gusting past you. (Look, this is the only way to describe my mind in this state, of course it's going to sound crazy.) The point is, these thoughts of spiritual longing are full-body experiences, real emotions. That's what makes them so scary. How can I ignore trains constantly crashing into me?
(Whoever compared converting to transitioning was definitely onto something.)
Obviously, there were moments when I was… normal. Atheist. Not obsessed. And it's funny that I see these periods as lulls, low points, the more depressed times of my life – because while in them, I always think "wow, maybe my brain is finally getting better". Then the internal vibration, the energy, the distant drumbeat of inspiration starts thrumming somewhere inside my head, and I stupidly start thinking about God again. (Or should I say G-d? Possibly the least vague sentence I've written so far!)
So these feelings are clearly something that reside deep inside me. They seem to have a permanent home somewhere in my body. Not my brain; somehow they feel more visceral than that, in the truest sense of the word. That's why I said real, full-body emotions. Or perhaps this is what people are getting at when they talk about souls.
I mean, I've always thought, in my naive irreligious brain, that if souls existed, they'd be located somewhere in your guts. Right there in your intestines, an undefinable shimmering void resting there like a stone, anchoring you to the earth, to yourself. And I guess, if that were true, that means the void inside me must sometimes grow tendrils, which force their way back up through my stomach and block my airway like some fucking spiritual anxiety attack. (Yeah, there are too many metaphors, but go with it.)
Then, when I get choked, when the train is rushing past my head and the energy's coursing all through me, I read shit on the Internet and dream of converting to Judaism.
And I mean fuck, I just typed that with my eyes closed. I did say fear was the best word for this. I don't think I've ever given form to that, the fundamental essence of all these full-body emotions. It's so much easier to play with when it's insubstantial, ephemeral flakes that you catch for a moment then let fall through your fingers. Inscribing it onto reality makes it vulnerable. And real, of course. Not to me – I've long known this desire was serious – but to…
Well, I think I'd be getting ahead of myself to imply the watchful presence of a certain divine force. But in a way, I feel like the words laid out like that are exposed for the eyes of all, of All, to see, to judge. As if I just pulled the pin on a grenade and I'm counting down each second until I feel something in return. Perhaps this is the legacy of my last religious madness, when I prayed and watched the clouds for the approval of the gods. As if I expect a sign that this is(n't?) the right thing to do.
Tonight I realized just how real it could be. You see, these periods of longing coincide with periods of transition (and no, surprisingly, not that kind). Periods when I'm unmoored, in between two islands on my odysseias, if Y/you'll permit me to reference that part of myself. This time, of all times – this night, of all nights – I feel the unmooring keenly, drifting through time like a lonely raft on rippling moonlit waters. I'm in the middle of the sea; every path is open to me, truly every path. Before, I knew my next destination, even if it seemed far away. Now, I answer to no one, and I can finally take control of the direction of my life.
I always thought I'd wait until – on the slim chance that – I get a Jewish partner. That's apparently what my soul wants, judging by my daydreams in my hours of madness. But my sober mind tells me that's unlikely. After all, my ideal relationship as a kinky poly aromantic is not exactly your typical happily married fantasy. (Funny how easy it is to be honest about that, but I can barely write a sentence about The Main Topic without diverting into metaphor.) But what I realized, as a thought-train crashed into my skull at 613 miles an hour (forgive me, I had to), was that I was free-floating; I could do it right now. I answer to no one, and in a world of virtual meetings from the comfort of my room in the centre of London, I could be in a class tomorrow – or a service this weekend, would probably be the more accurate words.
Am I trying to write myself into doing it?
There's that myth that rabbis turn you away three times before they let you start converting. I think that somehow got impressed into my (brain? body? soul? neshama? no, too far), because this is the third time this spiritual longing-madness has come over me. Each time, I told myself I wasn't ready yet, thinking it would be years before the next urge came on, hoping that by the third time it would be unambiguously the right time – but I guess Someone's comedic timing is what my emotions actually set their clock to.
Like the most stereotypical fucking Sign From Above, I just had to be moved to write this two days before Shavuot. The future you will probably know this, but that's the festival celebrating when the Torah was given to the Jewish people. So yeah. I guess I gotta go mull over the significance of that or something.
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