Soul Frequency (Frequency Series Book 2)

by Shane Scollins

  He shrugged. “Yeah, I guess so. It’s just an easier expression.” He knew that to be true, everyone could read brainwaves they just didn’t know it. Most people called it intuition, gut feelings or good and bad vibes. But the truth is they were all bits of frequency in varied modulation being interpreted by our brains.

  Rose uncrossed her legs but kept the tea mug on her knees. “I hope Kayci returns soon.”

  “She’s on her way.” Jordan looked around the tiny apartment. It was sparsely decorated and there were no personal effects anywhere on the walls or shelves. The furniture didn’t match and the kitchen looked hardly used. He knew what that meant. “You move around a lot.”

  Rose looked at him and tilted her head. “I like to keep moving, it’s best for the job and my sanity. You recognize the signs.”

  He sat in an old tan microfiber chair next to her. “I’ve moved around a lot myself so I know how it looks.”

  “You were running.”

  “Yeah—and as it turned out from the wrong thing.”

  “But your instincts were good, you were evading.”

  “I was trying to outrun something I should have been running towards.”

  Rose nodded. “Interesting take. But it’s always a learning process.” She looked at him thoughtfully. “I wonder if those evasion techniques were to prepare you for all this.”

  “I have no clue, never thought about it.” He lied.

  “Well, think about this, Jordan, in a way, you’ve been a spy your whole life.”

  He twisted his lips in thought. “I’m not sure I would go that far.”

  “You’ve been leading a double life, keeping people at a distance, staying away from large crowds because they were uncomfortable for you.”

  “It wasn’t uncomfortable. I just thought staying away from large crowds lessened the chances I’d see someone die.”

  “On the contrary, you knew subconsciously what you were doing. You know now it was instinct to keep your frequency profile low and away from other psychics. The lower frequencies push us up to a more visible place so crowds are dangerous.”

  “Yeah, I know how it works, which is why we must be sitting ducks in the middle of Manhattan.” He wanted to change the subject.

  Rose nodded. “But right now that’s part of Kayci’s plan.”

  Jordan had a bad feeing about that. The last time she tried this was against Cayden and he’d nearly won. If not for a little Italian intervention, both he and Kayci would be shark food by now.

  Rose offered, “You’re uneasy.”

  He stood and moved to the window, parted the shade and looked out again. “Damn right I am. This whole mind war stuff never goes the way people think it’s going to. It seems to be more out of control than in control.”

  “But you’re here. You and Kayci prevailed.”

  “Yeah—not so much, we lost. The truth is that Cayden got the better of us. We’re only here because we got bailed out of the fire by an unlikely source.”

  Rose got up and walked over to him, touching his arm. “Not all things are as they seem, Jordan. What you think was random chance, or outside intervention, might well have been your intervention. You can control more of the world around you than you know. It’s going to take time to drop out the things you’ve learned about the world but trust me, when you do, you’ll know what I mean.”

  He looked at her, met her large brown eyes. There was a moment of silence, oddness. Jordan didn’t quite know what to think, but if he didn’t know any better it felt like she was going to kiss him. The pull between them was undeniable.

  Jordan swallowed hard and stepped away. He had to because in another moment and he was going to fall into her lips-first. Looking back at her, a knowing smile teased the one side of Rose’s plump red lips and Jordan felt his pulse quicken again.

  Rose took a couple loose steps and slid smoothly back into the plush sofa, wrapped her hands around the white tea mug and crossed her legs. “You seem uncomfortable being close to me.”

  Jordan moved his head back in surprise. “I don’t. I’m just…I still feel like we’re being watched.”

  Rose nodded softly. “You don’t have to be so uneasy around me. I won’t bite.”

  He laughed because it sure felt like she was going to for a few seconds there. “I’m not uneasy. Well, I am uneasy but not because of you.”

  “Sometimes men misread my intentions. It’s a curse really.”

  Jordan slid his hands into his pockets. “I try not to read too deeply into anything anymore.”

  “Now’s the time you should be reading into everything. You need to do it as much as you can.”

  The door to the small apartment swung open and Kayci entered. Jordan took a step towards her. “How’d it go?”

  She nodded. “Good, my contact was right it looks like the perfect place. You can see half of the city from up there and the equipment and walls will cause a lot of flux in the signals.”

  Rose stood. “That’s good. We’re going to need any little interference we can create.”

  Kayci nodded. “Yeah, I just hope I’m right.”

  * * *

  They entered the dark room, Kayci flipped on an overhead light that revealed the low-slung ceiling and various furnaces and air conditioning units. A constant droning and humming rolled through the air. At first, it made Jordan feel uneasy, but after a few seconds, the throbbing hum was sort of soothing.

  Rose looked around, ran her finger over the edge of one of the long steel heating units. “This place is wonderful.” An excited expression flashed through her face.

  Jordan crinkled his lips. “You’re kidding, right?”

  Rose shook her head. “No, it’s perfect. Warm, but perfect.”

  Jordan explored the far corner of the room. It didn’t get any more interesting. It was just more furnaces, air conditioners and dehumidifiers, other industrial machines and equipment. “I thought you said we could see the whole city from up here?”

  Kayci pointed to the near wall, where an iron ladder led up through the ceiling. “That leads to the balcony on the rooftop. But we have everything we need in here.”

  Rose moved her thin body in between two tall units. “The construction is perfect.”

  “Why?” Jordan was suddenly annoyed. “Why is it perfect?”

  Rose smiled. “Energy can pass through any solid object but it always takes the path of least resistance when it is offered.”

  Kayci nodded. “The laws of nature and physics apply when it comes to energy.”

  Rose continued. “A truly gifted practitioner can control the path of his or her energy.” She moved closed to Jordan. “You’re still in the raw, random state. You can send and receive but you cannot direct around resistance.”

  Jordan looked to Kayci. “Direct? I can direct, that sounds easy enough.”

  Kayci leaned against one of the short air conditioning units. “Good attitude, because that’s one of the reasons we’re here. You have to learn how to find, control and manipulate the mind. Right now, you can see and feel the lines of frequency all around you. You’ve learned the base state of manipulation, you’ve learned suggestion based like you tried with Murt. That was good. You can visualize in your head, you can read about the sender providing them, and you’ve even done some amazing things.”

  “But?” Jordan said.

  “But there are a few fundamental things, given you latest transition,” Kayci crossed her arms, “that you need to figure out. And soon you—”

  “He will,” Rose interrupted, smiling at Jordan. “In time he’ll understand. Don’t push him too hard.”

  Kayci gave Rose a nasty glare. She said, “I can push him more than you think. He’s very resilient.”

  Rose shrugged slowly. “You know best, I’m just offering my opinion based on experienced.”

  Kayci turned a partial smile. “Of which you have none in this instance.”

  Jordan stepped in between them as he got the feeling some bad
blood was brewing. “Hey, sexy spies, let’s not get all up in arms about the freak in the room.”

  Rose raised her hands. “We’re all on the same team.”

  Kayci reached for a stack of folded steel chairs and held one out to Jordan. He took it and passed it to Rose.

  They sat in a triangle facing each other. Jordan started to feel a little nervous. He didn’t know exactly what was coming but he felt like it was something big.

  Kayci held out her hand to Jordan, Rose did the same and the trio joined hands in the circle. Kayci said to Jordan, “We just need you to learn what we’re doing, together. School is in session, Jordan, so pay attention and take notes.”

  Rose added, “Pay special heed to the feeling of the frequency lines, each one contains data that you’ve been ignoring because it’s not obvious. Drill down to the subtleties and unique signatures in the modulations. Each frequency has a marker that within that has other markers that lead to new understandings. Feel the waves, the large and the small.”

  Kayci offered, “Some waves are loose and some are dense and tighter, and those modulations have a bit of dead space in them. That gap is where you can pull the data out at your own pace. It’s almost like a time gap, or warp in a sense of speaking. You’ll feel it in your biorhythms. When your biorhythms and the frequency modulations meet at the opposite side of the peaks, there’s a small bubble. That so-called dead space is where we operate, and once you know it’s there you can learn to do so much more. This will teach you how not to broadcast, how to target a specific frequency and a whole host of other things you’ve been ignoring. Learn the specific vibration of broadcast and compare it to your own biorhythm. That’s where the real learning begins.”

  Jordan nodded. “Okay.” He felt a subtle vibration roll through his body as the colored lines of frequency appeared in that special part of his brain. It was still amazing to see this, or feel this. He wasn’t even sure which it was. It was an odd feeling because it was like seeing a feeling. That was the best way he could describe the phenomenon. If he closed his eyes, the colored lines took front stage, beating lines of energy, waves and spikes streaming across an imaginary dark plane.

  So far, when he’d opened his eyes they would go away after a few moments, but now, while holding the hands of two gifted energy practitioners, he could open his eyes and still sort of see the lines, not in his vision, but in his mind. It was like a digital Heads Up Display or H.U.D. as they call it in terms of technology.

  Kayci asked, “Can you feel that?”

  Jordan closed his eyes again. “I feel lots of things. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be feeling.” Then in the next second, something changed a bit. Instead of just sensing the frequencies in a two dimensional frame, it became three dimensions. They were streaming from every direction from all around him. “Whoa.” He felt like the center of one of those glass static spheres you see at the variety stores. The ones where you put your hand on the glass and the electricity gravitates to wherever you’re touching it.

  Rose squeezed his hand in a rhythm. “Feel the beating of my frequency, just like my heart.”

  Kayci squeezed his hand but didn’t say anything. She squeezed it really hard until it almost hurt. Then an odd feeling struck his mind, it was like that familiar tickle only different. Then something even weirder happened. He started to tingle all over his body. His hair felt like it was floating around his head. His earlobes started to burn hot, his lips began to itch, his tongue felt like it was growing fat. An odd churning started to twist in his belly like a vortex in his gut. Just as he felt like he was going to vomit a massive white flash of lightning hit his vision and everything that was happening to him stopped at once. Then all the frequency blew apart in an orange blast of light.

  Jordan ripped his hands away from Kayci and Rose and gasped. “Whoa.” He felt dizzy and sick for a few fleeting seconds. Swallowing hard to catch his senses he took a hurried few breaths.

  “Did it pop?” Kayci asked.

  “Something happened,” He replied, “Something really weird.”

  “Here,” Kayci held out her hand. “Try again, you might be surprised.”

  He took her hand and looked to Rose who was holding out her hand as well. Holding their hands again, Jordan closed his eyes and was able to see things as never before. There was no effort, he didn’t have to try and understand what he was seeing it was just crystal clear. And the information he was receiving was so much more rich in detail and targeted. He was seeing data in the lines that he used to only see if he was right next to the person.

  “Wow,” He said. “This is amazing.”

  Kayci laughed. “Welcome to the show.”

  He laughed, “I get it now.” And he did, so much was so clear. The want and desire to be normal was so far gone all of a sudden. He wanted this, he wanted to learn more and understand everything about the world. There was so much, too much. Most of all, there was orange. And he knew, the orange was his color, the color of the savior frequency. He’d never seen it before.

  “This,” Kayci said, “is why you had that reboot. You couple this, with what you already know, the amazing things you can already do, and Jordan, there’s nothing you can’t do with this talent. It will take time to understand what you just learned but now it’s unlocked and there for the learning.”

  “I can see so much more. The orange, I know it now. I can see it. It’s not just random lines, this is…these are people, they have lives, they have hopes and dreams and…and…” Jordan was blown away. It was like seeing into the lives of people all over the place. It was as if he had a personal search engine on every person within the area. Before now, he had to try and connect to the lines to see anything and even then he couldn’t really tell much. This was a whole new ballgame.

  “Be careful.” Rose said. “If you’re an empath like me, seeing everything at once can be draining. There’s a lot of misery out there.”

  Kayci added. “That’s right, just because the data is there, doesn’t mean you have to read it all at once. You’ll need to learn how to filter and only take what you need when you need it. It can become addicting to just sit there and dig through the lives of everyone.”

  “Indeed,” Rose added, “More addicting than the Internet.”

  Jordan nodded. And just like that he was already starting to understand what they meant. There was so much misery and hate in the world. And a lot of it was coming from the frequencies higher up; not the yellows, greens and whites low down on the totem but the blues, purples, dark greens and other darker colors. They were some of the most unhappy people when they should be the happiest. “That’s terrible. Why are they so unhappy?”

  Rose said, “The negative energy, blocks the channel for them. Some of those people are very gifted but they live such negative, angry lives, they will never know the graces of what they’re capable of.”

  Kayci added, “It’s the chicken and the egg. It’s hard to tell if they were negative and angry first, or they became that way because they can’t exist within a limited capacity.”

  Jordan frowned. “What does that mean?”

  Rose offered, “It means, that sometimes people who are more psychically gifted, don’t quite fit into the expectations of society. They aren’t happy doing menial jobs, they aren’t happy following rules and structure, they aren’t happy with the world around them because they too see and feel so much negativity in the world.”

  “A vicious cycle.” Jordan commented.

  “That’s right,” Kayci said. “We must learn to keep the positive channels open and stronger. If we give in to the anger, and negativity, it will crush us. It will literally crush our souls bit by bit, which completely shuts down our abilities. Those frequency lines are like veins and arteries to the soul and the more negativity the more of them close off and die just like injured pieces of the physical body.”

  “Boy,” Jordan leaned back into the chair. “That makes it tricky. I can see why Anna was so adamant about i
t.”

  “There’s a small channel,” Rose said, “If you look at your own frequency, very closely. You’ll start to see other color tones. Examine them, learn them, they all tie to a specific part of your soul. And that’s how you protect yourself and understand yourself. You must learn to open and close those ports at will. You will also eventually learn to see those tiny striations of color in everyone else too. In one of those tiny striations is the filter. You’ll have the ability to block the negative channel, and even shut it down in others.”

  “Really?” Kayci said. “You can do that?”

  “Yes, I’m an empathy driven psychic. If I didn’t learn that I wouldn’t be able to exist.”

  “So,” Kayci leaned forward. “You can turn off someone else’s negative channel?”

  “Yes I can. I filter all of it out, constantly. If I need to I will allow it in.”

  Jordan asked, “So you can literally make people happy?”

  Rose smiled. “Yes in a matter of speaking. But not always and not from any great distance. Unless they have a very open channel of course.”

  Kayci pursed her lips. “That’s remarkable.”

  “I work better when everyone around me is happy. I’m sure you do too.”

  Kayci shrugged. “Well I work best under pressure. But being positive certainly doesn’t hurt.”

  “Of course not,” Added Rose, “We all operate on the same basic principles as human beings and even non-psychics thrive in positive environments. The problem is that in society today we seem to crave drama and animosity. If someone on television is not screaming at someone else and flipping over tables we turn the show off and create that in our own lives. People are starting to think that’s how life is supposed to be and because of that fewer and fewer psychics are finding themselves.”

  Kayci agreed, “That’s sad but true.”

  Jordan said, “I’ve always been pretty positive, even during the dark times. Maybe it’s because I don’t watch television…except for baseball. I love baseball.”