to develop and train my brain to
do what you were engineered to do. I guess you could say that I’ve
devoted my life to this accomplishment—accessing the realm of
higher consciousness. I'd like to see a world where everyone has
these abilities,” he says, his voice trailing off. The corners of
his mouth turn upward in a faint smile and he sighs deeply before
re-focusing on the group. “Claire, it’s your turn now.”
Claire picks up the skill almost as easily
as I did, but the others have a more difficult time, echoing the
frustration I felt when I couldn’t see what they all could see.
“Lawrence, I can feel the energy being
absorbed through my hands,” I call, finally feeling its warmth
enter my body. I feel as if I’ve been given a cocktail of happy
juice, images of Cataryn flow through my mind as freely as if she
were right here with me. Claire giggles and wraps her small arms
around the tree trunk. “I can feel it, too,” she exclaims. She
holds her hand out in front of me. “Now what am I?”
I wave my hand over hers and let out a low
whistle. “Three hundred seventy-five! Squirt, if you go any higher,
you’ll become invisible,” I joke. She giggles again and turns her
hand over mine to get my post energy infusion reading, her smile
slowly fading. I hold my breath as she moves her hand up and down
my arm and finally looks up at me with eyes of curiosity.
“Okay Claire, spit it out. What’s my
reading?”
“It’s four hundred and seventeen,” she
announces loudly enough to get the attention of the others. There
is a sudden hush as everyone looks to Lawrence for the
significance.
“Four hundred and seventeen?” he repeats,
his brows furrowing in concentration. He hurries over to us and
places his hand on my arm to conduct his own energy reading, and a
few seconds later looks up at me, his eyes widening with
astonishment. “Well I’ll be damned.”
“Lawrence, what is it. Is it a bad thing?” I
ask, feeling apprehensive that my earlier joking with Claire may
become my own reality—my vibrational rate speeding out of control
until I become invisible.
He responds with a smile that pushes up into
his eyes, deepening the crow’s-feet wrinkles at the corner.
“It’s nothing bad—just fascinating, that’s
all.”
“How is four hundred seventeen any more
fascinating than three hundred and fifty?” Alisha asks
impatiently.
“Well, it just happens to be one of the six,
unique electro-magnetic frequency tones of the ancient Solfeggio
Scale. It’s a tone that is connected with the purging of traumatic
experiences and facilitating change,” he replies. It’s hard to tell
if he can actually see our blank stares or if he assumes as much,
but he follows up by saying that there’s no time for further
explanation, and promises a future demonstration.
***
There’s no denying the fact that Lawrence is
an expert when it comes to the science behind energy fields. By the
time we finish with his “grounding” experiment, and are walking
back to the house, every single one of us is irrefutably in a
different state of mind than we were when we left the house.
Natalie said it best when she described it as a feeling of pure
bliss. Not even the sight of the large military helicopter hovering
over the airstrip affects the unity of the group.
“You guys get to Elizabeth, and I will
distract them,” Alisha murmurs, making a beeline for the airstrip,
just as the chopper lands.
“I’ll be there in a second—I need to check
on Sophia,” Brandon says, taking off in a sprint to the guest
house, where he left her over an hour ago.
Armed with a profound renewed confidence in
our abilities and eager to heal Elizabeth before Bernie gets sight
of her, I wordlessly bolt for the house with Claire, Natalie, and
Austin automatically following suit, leaving Lawrence slowly
limping after us. It’s not until we are on the other side of the
bulletproof door that the panicked pleas of Jason upstairs can
do what you were engineered to do. I guess you could say that I’ve
devoted my life to this accomplishment—accessing the realm of
higher consciousness. I'd like to see a world where everyone has
these abilities,” he says, his voice trailing off. The corners of
his mouth turn upward in a faint smile and he sighs deeply before
re-focusing on the group. “Claire, it’s your turn now.”
Claire picks up the skill almost as easily
as I did, but the others have a more difficult time, echoing the
frustration I felt when I couldn’t see what they all could see.
“Lawrence, I can feel the energy being
absorbed through my hands,” I call, finally feeling its warmth
enter my body. I feel as if I’ve been given a cocktail of happy
juice, images of Cataryn flow through my mind as freely as if she
were right here with me. Claire giggles and wraps her small arms
around the tree trunk. “I can feel it, too,” she exclaims. She
holds her hand out in front of me. “Now what am I?”
I wave my hand over hers and let out a low
whistle. “Three hundred seventy-five! Squirt, if you go any higher,
you’ll become invisible,” I joke. She giggles again and turns her
hand over mine to get my post energy infusion reading, her smile
slowly fading. I hold my breath as she moves her hand up and down
my arm and finally looks up at me with eyes of curiosity.
“Okay Claire, spit it out. What’s my
reading?”
“It’s four hundred and seventeen,” she
announces loudly enough to get the attention of the others. There
is a sudden hush as everyone looks to Lawrence for the
significance.
“Four hundred and seventeen?” he repeats,
his brows furrowing in concentration. He hurries over to us and
places his hand on my arm to conduct his own energy reading, and a
few seconds later looks up at me, his eyes widening with
astonishment. “Well I’ll be damned.”
“Lawrence, what is it. Is it a bad thing?” I
ask, feeling apprehensive that my earlier joking with Claire may
become my own reality—my vibrational rate speeding out of control
until I become invisible.
He responds with a smile that pushes up into
his eyes, deepening the crow’s-feet wrinkles at the corner.
“It’s nothing bad—just fascinating, that’s
all.”
“How is four hundred seventeen any more
fascinating than three hundred and fifty?” Alisha asks
impatiently.
“Well, it just happens to be one of the six,
unique electro-magnetic frequency tones of the ancient Solfeggio
Scale. It’s a tone that is connected with the purging of traumatic
experiences and facilitating change,” he replies. It’s hard to tell
if he can actually see our blank stares or if he assumes as much,
but he follows up by saying that there’s no time for further
explanation, and promises a future demonstration.
***
There’s no denying the fact that Lawrence is
an expert when it comes to the science behind energy fields. By the
time we finish with his “grounding” experiment, and are walking
back to the house, every single one of us is irrefutably in a
different state of mind than we were when we left the house.
Natalie said it best when she described it as a feeling of pure
bliss. Not even the sight of the large military helicopter hovering
over the airstrip affects the unity of the group.
“You guys get to Elizabeth, and I will
distract them,” Alisha murmurs, making a beeline for the airstrip,
just as the chopper lands.
“I’ll be there in a second—I need to check
on Sophia,” Brandon says, taking off in a sprint to the guest
house, where he left her over an hour ago.
Armed with a profound renewed confidence in
our abilities and eager to heal Elizabeth before Bernie gets sight
of her, I wordlessly bolt for the house with Claire, Natalie, and
Austin automatically following suit, leaving Lawrence slowly
limping after us. It’s not until we are on the other side of the
bulletproof door that the panicked pleas of Jason upstairs can
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