A Girl Between (29 page)

“So, as it turns out, this year the sun has been less active
and its storms have been less severe.  Meaning there is less solar wind to
protect the earth, which means more cosmic rays getting through, thus resulting
in more clouds.  But, in addition, when the earth’s magnetic field also weakens
like is happening right now with the gathering diaboles, and at the same time
when there are fewer solar storms, then the combined effect can be devastating,
as we are seeing with this awful, very unusual weather.  Now, I must warn you. 
The potential consequences could be absolutely disastrous.”

“How disastrous?  What could happen?” asked Mercy.

“My belief is that the diaboles planned their gathering for
this current time when the sun is having the fewest storms, in order to
maximize their destructive powers.  If the resulting weather circulation around
Woodley and the surrounding area continues, it will soon spread to the entire
eastern half of the U.S. and Canada, which will then plunge us into a deep
freeze.  Ultimately, this weather pattern could spread around the globe, leading
to the initiation of another global ice-age.  That would be an utter disaster.”

Will was looking skeptical when he asked, “Wouldn’t there
have to be a tremendous number of diaboles here to bring about so much negative
polarity?”

Mr. Kenney stared at Will before answering, “I would say
that there must be thousands, perhaps tens of thousands of diaboles who are
gathering.  I don’t know where they’ve been staying, but they must have come
from all over the world to create those numbers, and the greatest number are
now massing in and around Woodley.”

“What do we do? How do we stop this from happening?” I
cried.

“I’m not sure, Tess; I just know that they MUST be stopped,
either by chasing them away, or extinguishing their life forces.” 

“What do you mean by ‘extinguishing their life force’?”
Mercy cautiously asked.

“It means that you must kill them,” Mr. Kenney answered in a
quiet voice.

“You know, this kind of crazy weather trend that we’re
experiencing right now has probably happened in the past.  There are some
records of a similar situation,” Mr. Kenney observed.

“When was that?” I asked.

Will chimed in, “I think I’ve heard about that.  It lasted
for around 600 years, starting in the early 1300s and ending around 1850.  In fact,
it was called, ‘The Little Ice Age’.”

Mr. Kenney grimly added, “Terrible things happened as a
result of the Little Ice Age.  Many farms and villages were destroyed due to
advancing glaciers in areas of Northern Europe.  The Norsemen that lived in Greenland
vanished due to the harsh winters and short summers that could not support
crops and domesticated animals.  There were violent storms and flooding
throughout the continent.  Famines affected much of Europe, causing millions of
people to die from starvation.  Much of the population of Iceland left due to
similar issues, although some of their problems were attributed to a volcanic
eruption.”

I gasped, “Something has been bothering me, something I just
couldn’t remember.  Now I know what it is.  Hearing about the Little Ice Age
triggered that memory.  When I regressed to the time of the
Karmic
Apocalypse
, I had heard about it.  The diaboles affected the weather during
the Little Ice Age, much as they’re affecting our weather today.”

“Do you mean that witches also had an effect on the Little
Ice Age?  What was their purpose?” asked Mr. Kenney.

“The diaboles believed they were losing power to the
commoners and the luminars.  A large number of diaboles gathered in Bohemia
during the early 1300s to see what could be done.  Something very strange
happened when they met.  Terrible stormy weather ensued, and the longer they
met, the more cataclysmic the weather became.  To escape the snow, the diaboles
moved their gathering to the town of Bern in the Swiss territories, but that
didn’t work.  The terrible weather followed them to Bern.  They finally
disbanded without a plan, but it appears they didn’t need one.  That weather
was the beginning of a period of harsh winters and cold, damp summers.  Does
that time sound familiar to you?”

“Does that have something to do with a big famine?” asked
Mercy.

“Yes,” I exclaimed. “It was the time known as ‘The Great
Famine’, a terrible time for the commoners and the good witches to be alive. 
Most of the people didn’t have enough food to eat.  Everybody, except for the
diaboles were brought to their knees.  Crime became rampant along with disease
and starvation.  As always, the good witches were blamed for everyone’s
misfortunes.  It was a way for the diaboles to distract from their own plenty
during a time of such misery.  Since the diaboles could still tax the common
folk they were affected the least.”

“Did the diaboles realize they caused that bad weather?”
Mercy asked, frowning.

“I don’t think they did, at least not in the beginning. 
After they moved to Bern, they figured out what they had unleashed, even if
they didn’t know why,” I asserted.

Mr. Kenney stared at me before saying, “There were probably
a number of natural factors that contributed to the strength and duration of
the Little Ice Age; however, it is very probable that the extreme negative
polarity of the diaboles did affect the magnetic field all around Europe, and
that helped to initiate and prolong their inhospitable weather.”

Mercy was incredulous.  “So, basically you’re saying that
the type of terrible misfortune the diaboles brought to humanity 700 years ago
during the Little Ice Age could happen now.”

Mr. Kenny nodded tiredly. “It is very probable.”

“Speaking of weather, take a look outside,” Will exclaimed.

Mr. Kenney peered out the window.  “Kids, it looks bad.  I
think it might be a good idea if you stayed here tonight.  I don’t believe that
your jeep can make it through this blizzard.”

Will went to the back door and opened it a crack.  We could
hear the wind shrieking and some snow blew in.  “You’re right.  It’s gotten so
much worse.”  He turned to Mr. Kenney, “Thanks for having us.  I wish I could
call home but I have a feeling that won’t be possible.”

Mr. Kenney picked up the phone and held it out. 
“Unfortunately, it’s dead, along with most of the area phone service, I
imagine.  I know your folks will worry; however, they’ve probably come to
realize that you’ve had to hole up somewhere.  The weather forecast was way
off.  No one predicted a raging blizzard tonight.”

“My aunt believes that I’m staying at Mercy’s, so she’ll be
OK.”  I looked over at Mercy to see if she was worried.  She was already curled
up on the rug, her head on a cushion, fast asleep.  Guess she’s fine.  I tried
to stifle a yawn. “Thank you for having us here, Mr. Kenney.”

“No problem, no problem.  I haven’t had this many people in
the house since my daughter moved out to California over six years ago.”  Then,
he stopped for a minute and looked at us with a sad smile.  “Truth be told, I
like the company.  I’ve been a little lonely since my wife, Doris, died.”  He
stood there looking so sad and forlorn.

Will clapped his hands.  “Well, what can we do to help Mr.
Kenney?”

He cleared his throat and smiled at Will.  “How about you
bring in some wood from the shed?  I’ll grab some sleeping bags and
toothbrushes.  There are some old clothes upstairs that belonged to my
daughter, if you would like to change into something nice and dry, Tess.”  He
glanced down at Mercy, “I think she’s all set.”

The evening turned out to be rather romantic.  Mr. Kenney
had a fireplace in his bedroom so he retired there for the night.  Will and I
spread the sleeping bags over an old braided rug near the fire.  It was obvious
that Mercy was a goner so we stuck a pillow under her head and covered her up. 
Will built up the fire so we’d have enough heat to last for a while.  I felt
like a new person after I washed up, put on a pair of old flannel PJ’s and
crawled into a sleeping bag.

“Tess, come on over here.”  Will leaned against the wall and
stretched his long legs out.  I shifted my sleeping bag over and snuggled up
against him, putting my head on his lap.  Will stared down at me and gently
stroked my hair.  “Are you feeling better?” he asked softly.

I shuddered, thinking about what happened today.  “I’ve been
through some bad crap lately and being buried in snow was right up there. 
Fortunately, we’re OK, thanks to you!  You always seem to know what to do,
Will.  Plus you’re a sweet guy,” I glanced up at him smiling, “that is, when
you want to be.”

Will gazed at me, seemingly at a loss for words.  Did I see
a flush creeping up on his cheeks?  Was he BLUSHING?  Will has always such a
confidant guy that I found his apparent shyness a real turn on.  I leaned up
and put my arms around his neck, kissed him lightly on his mouth, than I rested
the side of my face against his chest and sighed.  This was like heaven, flickering
candle light, a crackling fire and cuddling up to Will.  I closed my eyes.  It
was so quiet I swear I could hear Will’s heartbeat.

What was that? It sounded like a chair being pulled away
from a table.  Who’s that sitting over there?  Is that Miss Cassie, sitting at
the kitchen table?  I wonder how she got here in this terrible weather. 
Where’s her coat?  I better wake up Mercy and Will to tell them.  She’s holding
her finger up to her mouth and barely shaking her head.  She doesn’t want me to
wake them.  I went over to her, dragging my sleeping bag with me and plopping
down next to her.

“Hello, dear,” she whispers in her soothing voice.  In the
flickering light from the fire place I catch swirls of gold dancing around her
head.

“Miss Cassie, how are you?”

“I’m fine dear, and you?” she asks while taking my hand.  An
immediate sense of contentment washes over me.

“Tess, I believe that it is time that I introduce you to
The
Between
.”

“You mean the time between lives?” I gasp.

She continues to hold my hand.  “Dear, there’s nothing to be
afraid of.  Things are happening very quickly here.  You have conducted
yourself admirably, but you need help.”

“How are you going to bring me to
The Between
?”

“I have my ways.  Don’t worry, Tess.  It is simple and
painless.  I don’t normally bring a live soul to
The Between. 
In fact,
I’ve only done it once before.”

“How would a soul normally go to
The Between
?”

“Actually dear, there are two other ways reach
The
Between
.  One way is to die.  The other way is to be regressed to
The
Between
before your present life.”

“Why wouldn’t you simply regress me to a previous
Between
?”

“You need to know what’s going on today.  The luminars
existing in the state of
The Between
have a unique perspective.”

“OK,” I whispered.  “What should I do?”

“Just stay right where you are.  And relax,” she smiled, her
eyes twinkling.     

Miss Cassie leans over me to place her open palm on the top
of my head.  I start trembling violently so I cross my arms over my chest to
still myself.  As soon as her hand touches my head, I feel a gentle flow of
energy tingle down my neck, through my heart and into my limbs.  Suddenly, a
blinding flash!  I can’t see a thing.  Sounds like a bee in my ear.  A loud
buzzing while I whizz through a long dark tunnel to a fuzzy light.  As I leave
the dark, an eerie luminance enfolds me.  Strangely, I am not frightened.

I observe in the distance, a complex interchange of
highways.  There are no cars or actual roads, just tiny points of lights, in
varying shades of brightness moving in some systematic, ordained directive.  I
am pushed in that direction, as if someone were behind me.  There is no one. 
As I approach the lights, I accelerate and quickly merge into the stream. 
Where am I going?

I am abruptly steered in another direction, away from the
main stream.  In the process, I almost veer into one of the lights.  I am
startled when I sense energy, movement from the light.  It turns and looks at
me, as if in acknowledgement.  Other than the gleam of light, its only defining
feature was two fathomless holes for what might be construed as eyes.  At that
moment, I knew what it was.  This light form was the essence of a being, a
soul, orphaned from the earth’s sphere, moving to its next destination. 
The
Between
.

Another quick turn in this ethereal byway.  There were
noticeably fewer souls in transit here and my rate of speed was decreasing. 
The scenery has altered, from linear lights to a more circular style.  The
lights exist in clumps, or groupings that are primarily located off to the
right or left.  It should be emphasized that there is no darkness here.  I am
surrounded by an opaque brightness, as you might see with an early morning mist
on a bright day, or sunbeams shining through the clouds.

I am now moving at a slow enough speed to view the groupings
of lights.  They look like clumps of large sparkling bubbles.  In front of me,
I see these groupings throughout a huge expanse of space.  There are thousands
of them before me.  They are now within range for me to get a closer look.  I
stare within a bubble as I pass and view six soul beings, with their black
orbital holes gazing back at me.  At this time, I would like to stress that I
feel no malice of thought from these spirits, only a harmless curiosity.  In
fact, the atmosphere of this entire plane was one of benevolence, so different
from what is commonly experienced in the realm of earth. 

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
14
^th
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 stayed 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.