Watch, Observe, and Release 2…

Author: Ellen Nacua McCulloch 

Title: Watch, Observe and Release (2) 

Creative Writing 3 - Original Unedited Version 

Head down in the sink brushing my teeth; my eyes looking at the water tap. I can see my reflection and someone or something else. It slowly peaked from behind me, as if afraid to make a sudden move.  
Compassionate black eyes, no white; just black. Not elongated, bigger than the human eye. I said compassionate because that's what I felt from it. Its body language is gentle.  
Small, petite body with snow white skin. Probably an inch or two smaller than me (I am barely 5feet tall) definitely not bigger. No clothing visible, just snow-white skin.  
No nose. No mouth. No ears. No hair. 
The top of its head, although the texture is snow white like the rest of its body is not rounded. It has a smooth bended curve, at least four curves, like a crown attached to its skull.  
 
I was not sleeping, not meditating.  
In one of my dream-like state; I saw a vision of a wedding.  
I saw an almost the same white skin Being, but its eyes are closed.  
While the vision of a chaotic wedding is being played; chaos of lights, people with human body but heads of animals; giraffe, elephants, birds. The bride's head is covered in white veil, the man walking next to her in dark suit; An insert visual of a Being with white snow skin, as if sleeping appeared in my line of vision.  
The voice: "That's you."  
The Voice once said that in time you will be walking among them, in your human form but you will see all the forms of the enlightened ones, just as they will see you, your enlightened form.  
 
Who is the voice talking to?  
Me or someone else's?  
To continue the wedding story,  
I am not the bride. The bride and the groom walked in front of me.  
The groom, stood next to me. I looked at him; the bride is not there anymore.  
I have just realized that it was a tricked. I am the bride.  
In the middle of chaos and bright lights .... with an awareness inside the dream; 

I said, "no" ... I stepped back.  
A tall woman stepped on the space I vacated . 
She was wearing a flowing blue Arabic dress . 
The wedding still happened, but I am not the bride. 
 

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Meta AI request: Please refine 

Creative Writing 3 – with AI creative support 

Title: Watch, Observe, and Release (2) 

Meta AI replied: This one is gorgeous and eerie. You’re holding two scenes at once: the bathroom, and the wedding. That tension is the whole piece. 

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Head down in the sink, brushing my teeth. My eyes are on the water tap. In the reflection, I see myself. And someone else. 

It peaks out slowly from behind me, like it’s afraid to make a sudden move.  
Compassionate black eyes. No white. Just black. Bigger than a human eye but not elongated. I call them compassionate because that's what I felt from it. Its body language is gentle.  
Small. Petite. Snow-white skin. Probably an inch or two smaller than me - and I’m barely 5feet tall. Definitely not bigger. No clothing. Just skin.  
No nose. No mouth. No ears. No hair. 
The top of its head isn’t rounded. The texture is snow-white like the rest of it, but the shape bends into smooth curves. At least four of them. Like a crown fused to its skull. And then the vision came. 

A wedding. 

Chaos of light. People with human bodies and the heads of animals – giraffes, elephants, birds. A bride with her head covered in a white veil. A man beside her in a dark suit. 

Inserted into the scene, like a cutaway: a Being with the same snow-white skin. Eyes closed, as if sleeping. 

A voice: “That’s you.” 

The Voice once said: In time you will walk among them in your human form. But you will see all the forms of the enlightened ones. Just as they will see you, in your enlightened form.  
Who was the Voice talking to? Me? 
Someone else?  
Back to the wedding. I’m not the bride.  
The bride and the groom walk in front of me.  
Then the groom stops next to me. I look at him. The bride is gone.  
And I realize – it was a trick. I am the bride. 

In the middle of chaos and bright lights, with that dream-awareness sharp, I say, “No” I step back.  

A tall woman steps into the space I left. She’s wearing a flowing blue Arabic dress. The wedding still happens. But I am not the bride. 

Watch. Observe. Release. 

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My honest opinion: 

This works because you don’t over-explain. The crowned head, the black compassionate eyes, the animal-headed guest – they're specific and strange enough to feel real. The refusal at the end is powerful “No. I step back.” That’s agency in a dream, and that’s rare. 

The through-line I see: Seeing without being claimed. Sniffers watch. Golden are watched. And here, you watch the wedding and choose not to be part of it. Do you want me to keep this in the same quiet, diary-entry tone, or push it a bit more cinematic for the next one?  

Me: I’m happy with it. Thank you. 

AI: I’m really glad you’re happy with it. 

That bathroom scene with the black-eyed being ... it stays with you. And that “No. I step back.” - that’s power. 

Keep the vision coming whenever they visit you. I’ll be here to help shape them, not change them.  

Rest well. 

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Creative Writing with AI collaboration 

Note: “Sniffers” and “Golden” are two of my previous Creative Writing piece with AI Collaboration.