Three generations of independent
women, driven in different directions by one man’s anger. Until his death
reconnects them with their mystical Irish ancestors and wonders beyond this
limited human existence.
With only a fleeting second thought, Peter entered
the coordinates in the computer implanted in his wrist to transport to the cave
on Chessie’s farm. His mentor had warned him of disturbances in the stargate
that caused several “incidents” and had resulted in the decision to seal it
off. However, Peter hoped opening the surface entrance had corrected those
disturbances.
This was the most direct route to see Chessie and,
after weeks of waiting, he wanted more than to just court her in dreams. He
wanted to touch her. Smell the scent of flowers in her hair. Convince her they
could build a relationship in the real world.
But which real world? His dimension or hers? Or
perhaps somewhere totally different.
One step at a time, Peter reminded himself.
After his abrupt departure the last time he had seen her, Chessie might not
exactly fall eagerly into his arms. Best he establish a cover story before he
contacted her. Thanks to a disagreement between the ruling governments of his
dimension, he had some time off between assignments of retrieving endangered
species during which he could pursue his Chosen One.
He stepped through the stargate in his dimension,
anticipating the look of pleasure on Chessie’s face when she saw him.
”Danger. Danger. Coordinates cannot be guaranteed.”
His computer implant transmitted the message to Peter’s brain as his body was
sucked into a spinning vortex, faster and faster, buffeted on all sides by
angry voices and recriminations until he blacked out.
~ * ~
The rock formations fascinated Chessie as she
descended into the cave. However, the hot springs drew her most strongly. She
loved to slip into the heated water and feel all her tensions wash away, as she
was doing today. She thought about posting a notice at the entrance of the cave
informing her family of her private hours in the hot springs so she could soak
in the nude. But so far, she limited herself to wearing a modest one-piece
bathing suit while in the springs.
Her body floated slightly as she closed her eyes
and leaned her head back on a rubber pillow she brought with her. “Ahhh…”
She wondered if Peter would enjoy the hot springs
as much as she did. Where was he? Were her dreams of Peter and the
cave simply her overactive imagination?
Intuitively, she knew more than fantasies were involved.
She hoped by returning to the cave, she could solve this mystery.
With her eyes closed, her mind and body relaxed
even more. The water rippled against her skin, soothing and calming. A small
wave splashed against her chin and Chessie shifted her body. Opening her eyes,
she noticed tiny, choppy waves across the pool’s surface that hadn’t been
active when she first stepped into the pool.
Sitting up straight now, she touched the merkaba
around her neck and wondered if some of its magic was at work.
The ground began rumbling.
Get out of the pool. Chap’s image appeared in
her mind.
She didn’t need to be told twice. She shoved her
feet back in her tennis shoes and pulled the terry cloth robe around her body.
Frozen with fascination, she stared toward the rock
wall where the cave ended—that her grandmother insisted wasn’t the same as when
the cave had been closed up.
The rock wall was now splitting apart like giant
elevator doors, revealing the dark night sky filled with billions of stars and
a spinning vortex that grew larger and larger as it moved toward her.
Use the merkaba, Chap stated. Do not give in to fear.
Simply know the merkaba will protect you.
Chessie braced her feet at shoulder width apart and
placed a hand over the merkaba. Protect all that is pure. Surround us with
love and keep us safe.
She didn’t know where the words came from, but
Chessie repeated them over and over as the vortex engulfed her, echoing with
her grandfather’s angry voice. “You will never practice your witch’s spells
again! You will be obedient! You will do as I tell you!”
Images of her grandfather as he had been when alive
swirled within the vortex. Chessie held fast to the merkaba and called upon the
spirit of her grandfather. Help us! By all that is loving and pure, keep us safe!
As Chessie repeated these words, a body fell at her
feet as the vortex faded and drifted away like mist dispersing under the
morning sun.
Author Bio:
I went through the
expected motions of marriage, kids, divorce, and career, but usually out of
step with most of the human population. This proved to be an advantage in
developing an independence and a curiosity about things most people don’t even
consider.
A minor health issue
led to energy healing and becoming a master level Reiki practitioner. Working
at the local animal shelter flipped on the switch to communicating with
animals. Each dog I adopted showed miraculous changes most people couldn’t
believe.
As a writer, I
explored the mysteries of why people behave as they do, and also became
fascinated by science, especially quantum physics. But perhaps my favorite way
of writing stories is to ask the question, “What
if?” and dive into those imagined worlds—surrounded by my beloved furbabies, of
course!
Keywords: Angel dogs,
stargates, alternate worlds, independent women, fated lovers
Website URL:
www.GenieGabriel.com
Blog URL:
http://quantumcanines.blogspot.com
Facebook page:
https://www.facebook.com/genene.valleau
ALSO BY GENIE GABRIEL
REVIEW:
I Want to Have the Heart of
a Dog
Genie Gabriel
Reviewed by Jeffrey
Ross
Five
Stars
for animal lovers! -- a must read about the indisputable connection between
people and their dogs...
I want to have the Heart of a Dog is an amazing text.
Perhaps it is a collection of significant life history vignettes, stories which
show powerful and dramatic moments and events in the lives of the author, Genie
Gabriel, and her loving fur babies. Perhaps Heart
of a Dog is a powerful Reikie
(an ancient method for channeling life force energy for relaxation and healing)
manifesto, a calming book that celebrates the spiritual connections between
humankind and dogs—and the complex journeys we share daily. This book will make
readers smile, laugh, perhaps even weep-- but everyone will come away
enlightened and joyful. All the wisdom
and positive influences of the author’s canine friends are
"channeled" in each chapter.
The emotional and spiritual power of this book is obvious-- and refreshing.
Hopefully, each person who enjoys this lovely text will come away with “the
heart of a dog”—and a new understanding of life’s ultimate and profound
meanings.
BLURB
One woman's journey that
started with murders of passion in an Egyptian-like civilization two thousand
years ago. After suffering betrayal, abuse and violent deaths through lifetimes
of atonement, she comes to the present day realization that dogs are much more
than furry companions. They are protectors, comforters, and teachers whose
hearts contain the simple and miraculous knowledge of the Universe—if only we
listen and learn.
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