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Destiny's Affair
by Michel Massicotte   

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Until he met Marc, Daniel was anxious, frustrated, tense, and always wondered why he could see things and places where he had never been. Marc, a practicing medium, tells Daniel he can see a gift and potential skill within him he could nurture and develop. Daniel joins Marc and his group, people who share similar skills, and grows to become confidant to Marc, helping him overcome the effects of Parkinson's Disease. However, his meteoric rise within the group brings it share of chaos, including an ill advised relationship. Daniel is forced to learn how to cope with his change in perspectives.

Daniel went to a funeral a few evenings ago. Up to that point, he had seen chakras on people in everyday life. But seeing them on a body in a casket is a different story. But that moment marks a change in Daniel, and something equal to the next level of expertise, though Daniel is not aware of that change, and not expecting his mentor, Marc, to be apprehensive about his change.

The following excerpt is and adaptation of a screenplay by the same name. We meant to produce it into a feature movie, but due to the ensemble nature of the characters needed, and lack of available location, the movie could not be made.


Daniel was the first person to arrive this evening. He poured himself a glass of water, and then sat at his usual spot on the couch, feeling like the world was pushing too many concerns his way.
Marc limped into the room, heading to his chair. "So, tell me what happened."
Daniel prepared his speech, and it read like a long list of things he needed to release.

Daniel relaxed, having unloaded what felt like a lifetime of worries, though his heart was beating faster than usual.
"Now, see, you’re taking the negative approach here," Marc corrected. Instead of comparing the body to the casket and saying 'why is this giving off…"
The telephone rang and for the first time it seemed to be a distraction to Marc.
"... Why is that thing giving off a--" He looked at the phone as though debating to answer.
" off a signature when that thing is... you should have been more fascinated and accepting. Then you..."
He stared at the phone then lumbered to stand and worked his way to the table. Lifting the receiver seemed to be more work for him than usual. "Hello?"
"Hi." Daniel heard the voice at the other end. It sounded like Jessica, thought chocked severely.
"Just on our way out. Is anyone there?"
Daniel always knew Marc was trying to hide something when his answers were that short.
"Ok. We’ll see you soon."
"Ok." He cradled the phone and worked his way back to the chair, arranging the pillow for his back.
"That was Jessica?"
"She’s coming with someone?"
Marc appeared surprised, as though Daniel were prying. "Yes, Chrissy is accompanying her."
"What? You mean she’s feeling well enough to come over?"
Marc seemed surprised, again.
"After what happened to her this week, I thought that she’d be at home."
"You see," Marc pointed out, "this is why you had problems reading the body. You needed to be fascinated instead of seeing a barrier from which you couldn’t read something."
The front door was heard opening. Marc looked in that direction, smiled and waved. He was much less supportive, and more like a dictator, which made Daniel wonder if Marc somehow knew about his intimate moments with Chrissy. Daniel shifted and wiped the sweat building in his hands.
Monique, a slim twenty-something year old with long dark hair and dark eyes entered the living room, walked past Daniel, giving off what felt like an inviting aura and sat at the other end of the couch.
"So. How are you this week?" Marc asked, one eye looking at her, the other much further left.
Daniel felt an instant attraction to her dark brown eyes, and he thought she felt the same way. She primped hair in two quick passes. He smiled in recognition before she turned to Marc.
"Well, I’m still not sure what thing I’ve got, and I wish I could see things the way other people can see ghosts and other things."
"That sounds familiar," Daniel remarked. "I was like that a year ago. But Marc helped me develop whatever skills he saw." Looking at Marc, "which why I with I could have read more into the plasma. But then again, I didn’t want to look too morbid. You know… the funeral and all." He looked at Monique by instinct. She smiled, but appeared puzzled.
"Ok, just to let you know, Daniel was at a wake a few evenings ago, and he saw a demonstration of the body communicating with him."
The front door was heard opening. Marc looked in that direction and nodded.
"Daniel, can you explain to me how you work, or how the body communicates with you?"
"Sure, be glad to. When chakras on people are off, I see them... well clustering --for lack of a better term-- at different places, something like gray clouds. I put hands there. When the clustering shifts to other places, I move hands to accommodate. This goes on until the person is in what I call an energy cocoon, meaning that the chakras are balanced throughout the body. But in the past months stuff’s been expanding to the point where I can almost predict outcomes."
"Oh, wow! Neat!"
"Yeah. I guess in some ways. But in other ways, it's annoying having it 'on' all the time."
Chrissy sat quietly on the couch beside Marc.
Jessica sat in the usual place. "I had a strong dream last night."
"Uh, oh! We know that that usually means," Marc pointed out.
"Not this time. I set up conditions for the body to follow."
Daniel spotted Chrissy glancing his way with a bitter-sweet smile. "My dreams are pretty intense these days."
"I never remember my dreams," Monique added.
"You’re lucky," Daniel said, responding quickly.
All smirked.
"That’s why I make a point of not sleeping more than five or six hours each day. Saturdays are the only exception, and I usually feel like hell when I sleep more than seven hours."
Daniel felt energy around him changing, shifting. He felt increased attraction from Monique and withdrawal from Chrissy. He looked at her briefly. She flashed eyes weakly at him.

He always saw things better when his eyes were closed. This time the room was dark save for the cold bright plasma flowing in a wave between Chrissy, Marc and Jessica.
"... and you see," Marc continued, "that’s the reason why communication is working so well. Because both parties are in respect for one another."
Daniel opened eyes. He moved hands slowly in fanning the air in front of him. He inhaled deeply and exhaled. Anxiety remained.
He knew Marc would be watching him. "So what do you have to report?"
"I don’t know why, but there’s some weird… body in the room."
"Ok. What do you see?"
"We, it starts at Chrissy, then it wraps around you then stops just before Jessica."
"Yes. I know it's there."
"What? You mean you knew but you didn’t do anything about it?"
Immediate shock from Jessica and Chrissy.
"That’s the way you should work. Be fascinated by it. Tell it you’re bored and it'll understand its place."
That answer explained some of the unusual behaviour in Marc. The kind, gentle and supportive Marc he knew the year before would have cleared the room of the disturbance.
"That’s the way you should work. Be fascinated by it. Tell it you’re bored and it’ll understand its place."
A growing lump of unsettled energy took root in what felt like his soul.
"Now, look at what I’m dong. Now, you interview the body."
Daniel looked at him. Without knowing why, confidence was returning and he was thankful for it. He relaxed enough to allow the images to flow. "The body is dark and strong, but it’s yelling at you because you’re not hearing it."
"Am I anxious?"
The unsettled feeling returned, and what felt like microscopic beads of sweat forming in the lines of his palms. "No."
Marc turned to Jessica, Chrissy and Monique.
"You see," Marc said with an air of confidence, "this is what I'm talking about. You set the condition for the meeting. Know who you are and everything should work out as a result." He turned to Daniel. "So what's it telling you?"
"I don’t know. I refuse to listen to it, and I'm forming a cocoon around me, to push it away. So I'm not listening to it." He was opening and closing fists without realizing it.
"Yes, but that doesn't solve the situation. Be fascinated by it."
"Hey, man. I am fascinated, and I am trying to help. But it's an overpowering feeling."
Marc looked him over like a frustrated physician looking at an x-ray.
"Ok," Daniel said, standing, wiggling hands and arms. "It time for a declaration."
"Sit down!" Marc ordered.
"What? What do you mean? I want to clear the--"
Marc made abrupt gestures to the couch. Daniel hesitated, reluctant for what felt like intense pressure building in his chest. He wiped face and returned to the couch, wringing hands.
"Now --and this is for you Monique-- this is the time when we establish a line of communication..."
Daniel shut eyes. A black vortex materialized at Chrissy, had spread to form a cocoon around Marc, and stretched easily to connect with Jessica.
"We make declarations," Marc continued, "and set rules as to how the body will be allowed to interact with us and--"
Daniel stood quickly. It’s not working! I gotta get out of here." He walked toward the front door and continued without stopping to change into hiking boots, and stepped outside.
The air felt electric, or rather, he felt ready to cross over into something new as he shook off the effects of the pressure. He looked at his left hand, wiggling fingers and then shaking hands trying to relieve an increasing numbness.
"What’s going on?" he mumbled.
He lowered wrists and rubbed fingers, looking up as though he was expecting something or someone would answer. He brought hands to eye level. "Holly shit!"

Auras appeared at fingertips. Red on the left hand, green on the right, with a black aura extending beyond the red and green.
"Ok, so, I don't belong with them anymore, right?" he mumbled, not expecting an answer.
He sighed before returning to the townhouse.

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