A Girl Between
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My voyage suddenly comes to a halt directly in front of one of the bubble-like structures. It was comparatively large. I look inside to see what appears to be at least ten of these light-filled beings (souls) all staring at me with their hole/eyes. I sense that I am expected to enter. I slide myself into the bubble, hearing a little pop as I break through. I situate myself in direct view of all of the soul/beings in the bubble. They use no language, but communicate with me through my mind, like some kind of telepathy. From this vicinity, I notice that they are not all the same. Each soul exhibited varying shades of brightness, with some occasional gleams of different colors sparking from them. In addition, the intensity and blackness of the hole/eyes varied greatly.
‘Hello to you,’ a greeting from the one in the front, of gray/silver light, nearest to me.
‘Hello,’ from me.
‘We have not seen a live soul here for a very long time. Why are you here?’ from the gray/silver one.
‘How do you know I am a live soul?’ from me.
‘Your aura is not as saintly as those of us who reside here and your eyes have a finite depth. That means you are enduring your life on the earth at this time,’ from the gray/silver one.
What do you mean? Why are your eyes so deep?’ from me.
‘They represent what we have seen for all of our lives on the earth plane,’ from a yellow/gold light on my left.
‘To respond to your first question, I was sent here by a spirit guide. I need information from you,’ from me.
‘What name may we refer to you as?’ from gray/silver one.
‘You may call me Tess,’ from me.
“Are you a luminar?’ from the gray/silver one.
‘Yes. Are you all luminars? Is that why you are soul mates here?’ from me.
‘Yes, but that’s not the only reason we’re soul mates. We’re in this cluster because everyone here is at a similar level of soul maturity. Each of us must learn how to continue our evolution as a soul,’ from the yellow/gold light.
‘Do all souls travel to these clusters?’ from me.
‘It depends upon their previous life on earth and what they need to do,’ from the gray/silver light. ‘Some souls must first undergo an accounting of their behavior on earth. Others evolve beyond the clusters to become guides and mentors. Then, there are the great ones.’
‘Who are the great ones?’ from me.
‘They are the most highly evolved beings. They receive guidance from the divine one,’ from a soul with huge black hole/eyes. There was a momentary pause, perhaps a sign of respect for the divine one.
Finally, from the gray/silver one, ‘Tess, can you tell us why you were sent here?’
‘It is about the good witches and our struggle with the diaboles’, from me.
I sense a collective gasp from the group. ‘So, it is the time of the trouble,’ from a white/silver one in the back.
‘Yes, it is. I would say that trouble is imminent,’ from me.
‘We knew it would come sometime during this century. This is not a great surprise,’ from the while/silver light.
‘Why did you believe it would come during this century?’ from me.
‘At this time on earth, there are more than double the number of evil ones, the diaboles, compared to the number of luminars. There has never been such a disparity in the population. That has made the diaboles very aggressive for they know there are fewer of the good ones to contend with,’ from the yellow/gold one.
‘Why are there so few luminars on earth?’ from me.
From a blue/silver light on my left, ‘As you know, the original purpose of the witches on earth was to ease mankind’s adaptation to earth life. After a time, the people did not need the magic of the witches to survive, so the early witches changed. They evolved into luminars, the ones who would continue to help man, or diaboles, the ones who would exploit man. They have also been referred to as good witches, or good ones, and bad witches, or evil ones. Over the centuries, the diaboles have greatly mistreated the luminars, for they have always felt threatened by goodness.’
‘They want them to be gone,’ from a light in the back.
‘I still don’t understand why there are so many more diaboles,’ from me.
‘We are finding that when luminars suffer a traumatic life, they are reluctant to go back to earth. For that reason, they may stay in The Between for a longer period of time, even though it is not good for them, for how are they to evolve? Soul evolution primarily occurs through the trials and tribulations that beings experience on the earth plane,’ from the yellow/gold light.
‘Agnee, we do not have to hear your lectures on soul evolution. Continue with your point,’ from a light in the back.
From the gray/silver light, apparently with the title of Agnee, ‘All right, all right, the good witches may also incarnate as a cat, for that is allowed. The last situation is the most troubling. They return to earth and lose their memories of being a luminar, and that is part of their soul memory. That means that there are people on earth now that have no idea of their witch power. That is very sad and can be rather dangerous. It is happening to more and more luminars.’
‘I can understand what you are saying. I have another question. Do you know what is going on with the weather? Our part of the world is having very strange weather. I believe it is connected to the diaboles,’ from me.
A muted light from the back emerged. There was an odd bleakness about his hole/eyes. ‘Is the weather very cold and stormy?”
‘Yes, exactly, and it is only October,’ from me.
The muted light continued, ‘I was a forecaster of weather in my last life on earth so I have some awareness of this. We know that diaboles, when gathered in concentrations, can have a terrible effect on weather conditions.’
‘How can diaboles affect the weather?’ from me. I had heard about this from Mr. Kenney, but I wanted to hear what they could add.
‘We know that the diaboles have built up tremendous negative ions over time due to their destructive core of being. The negative ions cause the earth’s magnetic field to become thinner, which in turn, increases the number of galactic cosmic rays that reach the earth’s surface. That is a source of much precipitation and great weather instability, and depending upon the region, can result in extreme weather conditions. The low sunspot activity that is currently ongoing doesn’t help matters. That is a causation factor in cloud creation, leading to the increased precipitate activity.’
From Agnee, the gray/silver one, ‘Enough of that weather talk, Petro. No more. We get tired of hearing you go on about the weather on earth. How about the rare alignment of Jupiter, Saturn and Mars that’s happening in this age? That alignment is an important factor known to inflict upon the population a general sense of instability. The last time an event of such magnitude occurred was several hundred years ago. There was great trouble at that time, if you remember.’
‘The problem is that very large numbers of the diaboles have gathered in my region of the world. They have come after me and some of the others,’ from me.
‘They have memories of the Karmic Apocalypse from the 14th century. That is one of the few time they were beaten down. We all know that witches will never forget,’ from the yellow/gold one.
From the muted one, ‘How has it been? I believe that their negativity has increased with time. Have they brought terrible weather? Are they using it as a weapon against you?’
‘Yes, I believe that their intent is to inflict great destruction on our families and our human neighbors. Many good ones have come to assist me, but I don’t think it’s enough. That’s why I’m here, to seek information,’ from me.
As I was communicating, the soul/lights were gathering closer to me. I sensed an emotional response from them, whether it be fear, excitement, concern, I couldn’t quite tell.
From Agnee, ‘Tess, we can see some things from this vantage point that is not clear to the earth bound. Please give us a moment.’
I s
tayed where I was while the luminar souls gathered nearby. It was an odd assembly because they were interacting without making any noise. I simply felt an undertone of vibration. In fact, one odd characteristic of The Between was the noise, or rather the total lack of it. It was utterly soundless.
They turned around, the black hole/eyes on me. It may seem frightening to have bottomless hole/eyes staring at you, but it wasn’t. I sensed a myriad of emotions flowing in my direction, reassurance, caring, worry, admiration, and love of the best kind, motherly love. That motherly love, I haven’t felt it in so long. It almost did me in. Where is she? Is she here, in The Between?
‘I’m sorry, Tess, you will not be able to see your mother,’ from Agnee.
‘Is she here?’ from me.
‘No, she has gone through a recent incarnation and she is now back on the earth plane. That’s all I can tell you,’ from Agnee, sympathy emanating from her.
‘Tess, you cannot stay here much longer. We have some information which may be helpful. You know how the diaboles have accumulated negative ions over the years? Well, the opposite has happened to the luminars,’ from the muted light.
‘What do you mean by opposite?’ from me.
‘Have you ever been able to catch lightning?’ from the muted light.
‘Yes, I have,’ from me.
‘You are able to do that because the luminars have accumulated positive ions for the same reasons, many lifetimes of selfless actions and deeds. Those positive ions give you something to fight with,’ from the muted light.
‘Such as catching lightning,’ from me.
‘Yes, lightning is attracted to positive ions. Luminars can even inspire lightning under the right weather conditions. You can initiate it or attract it, catch it, expand it, and throw it. You can singe someone or severely burn them. You can whip up a fire. Best of all, you can use it to break up a severe weather pattern,’ from the muted one.
‘Do the good ones know about this power?’ from me.
‘Some might, but I believe that many don’t. They may feel an affinity for lightning or they may have noticed that lightning strikes close to them,’ from the muted light.
‘There is something else. Do you know of a place where good witches have endured public torture or execution?’ from the blue/silver light.
‘Yes, there’s an ancient tree in town where witches were hung in the 17th century,’ from me.
‘If there is to be a conflict with the diaboles, you must draw them there. By now, the spirit of the dead witches has afflicted that place. It will offer you protection,’ from the blue/silver light.
‘I still don’t understand why they are going after us. Even if they kill us all, the luminars will be reborn again. This feud will go on forever,’ from me.
‘Don’t you see? Every time the luminars endure another life of torment and persecution, they lose more of their soul memory. With each incarnation, more will be forgotten until, eventually, they cannot remember their true identity. The goal of the diaboles is to erase our very existence,’ from Agnee.
‘Maybe that’s for the best. Common man doesn’t need us for their survival. We could avoid all this trouble, ‘from me.
‘When we are afraid to live freely as ourselves, we shrink into nothingness. We have learned from past experience that when the diaboles take control, terrible things happen on earth. If we disappear, the power of the diaboles will be unlimited. That would be a disaster for luminars and common man alike,’ from the yellow/gold light.
58. Return
From Agnee, ‘It is time for you to go. We will send you back through The Between to the portal. From there you can reach the earth’s astral plane.
‘Before she goes, we should tell her about her step-uncle, Frank,’ from the blue/silver light.
‘Frank? What about him?’ from me.
‘Regarding Frank, we chose to interfere in his life and death sequence. That is something we seldom do for it is usually better to let things run their natural course.’
‘You had something to do with his death?’ from me.
‘Frank was an evil diabole who was intent on destroying your spirit. He didn’t want you to learn who you really were. Your instinct told you to be rid of him. We were watching and waiting to see what would happen. We eventually stepped in and helped things along,’ from Agnee.
‘So, that was how it happened. I couldn’t believe it at the time. I started learning about myself right after he died,’ from me.
‘Yes, and he’s not in a very good place right now, a sort of purgatory you might say,’ from blue/silver light.
Suddenly, I felt a strange but wonderful infusion of warmth, holiness, sweetness. One of the souls was touching me, than the rest joined in. A kind of electric current of feeling radiated through me. I could hear their cumulative thoughts, ‘We give you our love. Bring the light and the joy to earth and guard it from falling into eternal darkness.’
Wham! Before I knew it I was streaming down the electric highway of sparkling lights, through the brilliant mist. Then, I felt a blinding flash of light.
I was shaking. Who was shaking me? “Tessie, Tessie, wake up. Are you OK?” I looked up to see Will’s concerned eyes staring down at me.
I pushed myself up and looked around. “Where’s Miss Cassie?”
Will tilted his head and studied me. “Miss Cassie? What’re you talking about? Why would Miss Cassie be here during a blizzard in the middle of the night?”
“Why she was . . . . ,” I stopped. I know Miss Cassie was here. She must have been. She sent me to The Between.
59. Ruby Girl
“Tess, how about some hot tea? I can put the kettle back on and it’ll be ready in a minute.”
“Thanks, Will. Hot tea is just what I need.”
“Hey, you guys. What’s going on?” yawned Mercy.
CRASH!!!!!!!
“What the . . . . ???” Will got up.
Mr. Kenney came running while tying his bathrobe. “What the heck was that? It sounded like something crashed into the house.”
“It’s gotta be a tree. I noticed all the trees sagging on the power lines when we were driving here. They’re really weighed down with the snow,” exclaimed Will.
Mr. Kenney went to the back of the kitchen and opened the door. CRACK . . CRACK . .
”What was THAT?” asked Mercy, her eyes wide.
“It’s the trees. They’re cracking and breaking all over the place from the heavy snow on the leaves that are still on the tree branches. I’m a pretty old guy and I’ve never seen anything like it. We’ve never had a snowfall this early with all the leaves still on the trees,” answered Mr. Kenney.
Will was pulling on his boots. “Mr. Kenney, let’s go check out what happened to your house.”
A few minutes later, Will and Mr. Kenney emerged from the back door, stomping their feet. Mr. Kenney looked shell-shocked. “My God, that tree came right into the front window upstairs and left a gaping hole. Cold air and snow are blowing right in. We planted that maple tree the year we moved in. I can’t believe it. The trunk of that old tree split right in half from the weight of the snow on the leaves.”
“Mr. Kenney, there’s no way we can stay here. You saw the tree in the back hanging over the kitchen. It’s pulling all the house lines down with it,” exclaimed Will.
“Where can we go?” asked Mercy, anxiously.
Will glanced at his watch, “It’s only 2:00 am, but something should be open. Let me check the radio in the jeep to hear what the town’s doing about an emergency shelter.”
Mr. Kenney asked, “Wouldn’t it be at the high school?”
“I bet they’ve established it at the old armory. In fact, I’ve worked that shelter before during the flood two springs ago. I’ll go find out,” Will remarked while getting out his keys.
A few minutes later, Will emerged from the dark abyss. “Yeah, it’s at the armory. Let’s gather our stuff and get out of here. I heard a snowplow go by a few minutes ago s
o this would be a good time to leave. Just give me a few minutes to put the chains on my tires.”
We managed to pack our stuff in the back with Mercy and Mr. Kenney while I sat in the front with Will. The ride ended up being a total nightmare. We were driving through a tunnel of snow, streaming at us in the headlights, heavier than ever. At the same time, there were no street lights so we were entombed in an eerie blackness. The sound of the constant howling wind was only broken by the thunderous cracks of breaking branches all around us. We saw flashes of whole trees that had been snapped in half, falling over parts of the road. On two occasions, we had to get out and move branches out of the way. Loose power lines were dangling all over the place. I breathed a sigh of relief when we, finally, pulled up to the armory.
It was a shock to walk into its brightly lit interior. We hauled our stuff in and piled it onto cots in the corner of a large open room. The heavenly smell of fresh coffee drifted in. I walked over to get myself a cup when an unfamiliar girl with pale skin and limp blond hair approached me. Her eyes were cast down and her arms were crossed over her chest as if she were trying to hold something in. I automatically searched for any sign of her aura but there was nothing.
She grabbed my arm. I wanted to pull it away, but I hesitated. She looked at me with guarded eyes as she asked, “Are you Tessie Littleton?”
“Yes, who are you?” I asked.
“My name is Ruby. I wanted to let you know that I passed your aunt and your cousins on the way to the armory. They were trying to get to here and their car got stuck over on Capen Street.”
I pulled my arm away. “How do you know they were my aunt and cousins? Was there anyone else with them?”