Authors: Brandt Legg
“What about the other six in my
generation?”
“Similar story--Ritalin, illegal drugs,
institutions, or death. It’s the same for the tens of thousands in the wave.
The vast majority wind up blocked. Our soul may be the most powerful force
there is, but in modern civilization we’ve created so many ways to blind us to
the universe--cell phones, wireless networks, EMFs, microwave ovens--all weaken
our ability to connect. Organized religion, the public education system numbs
us to our true selves. The message gets buried. Not to mention this horrible
food we’ve had the last fifty or sixty years. It’s killing us.”
“I’ve got a lot to learn,” I sighed.
“It’ll be much easier for you now.” He
tossed me a book. I have no idea where it came from. “Hold on to that for a
while.”
“Okay,” I said glancing at the title,
The
History and Origin of the Solar System
.
“There are many different ways to handle
these gifts. Lee pursued a path trying to integrate his with work in a way he
thought was doing good. Your father decided to ignore his to have a regular
family life. Rose uses hers to earn a living.”
“What about you?”
“I’ve spent my life in study, contemplation,
and practice.”
“Why? What will that do?”
“Maybe it was all for this day, all so I
could guide you through the fog and keep you alive to fulfill your destiny. For
many decades an increasing number of people have been waiting for the promise
of the New Age to transform the human race. And many are questioning if there’s
still time. Have we screwed it up beyond saving? I don’t think so. Nate, what
is the age of the sun?
“What?”
“Answer the question.”
“Approximately 4.6 billion years old.”
“What is its diameter?”
“About 1,392,000 kilometers.”
“And Nate, where is the sun located?”
“The sun is currently traveling through the
local interstellar cloud within the inner rim of the Orion arm of the Milky Way
galaxy.”
“How far is that from earth?”
“About 149.6 million kilometers.”
“Good. How much hydrogen does the sun
fuse?”
“Stop it!” I shouted. “What the hell?”
“All you need to do is keep your hands on a
book for a short time and you will absorb all of its information.”
“No way!”
“There are some nice tradeoffs with this
‘burden,’ yes? You just have to remember that everything written isn’t
necessarily true, so just because you know what the books say doesn’t mean it’s
accurate. Reading is not the same as understanding.”
“Okay, but this is very cool.”
“Yes it is. Quite the little timesaver.”
“Oh, by the way, the sun fuses 620 million
metric tons of hydrogen each second,” I said, handing him the book.
“Very good. Reading a book that way is a
form of ‘Vising’, another of the five great powers. This one is a method to
transform energy. You’ll learn other uses of it soon enough. But right now, you
need to practice Gogen.”
After using Gogen to move objects ranging
from piles of sand to decent-sized boulders for several hours, I was ready to
go out into the real world and have some fun. I couldn’t wait to show my
friends. But I was surprised by how tired it made me.
“I haven’t eaten since breakfast. When can
we go and get something to eat?”
“Tomorrow. I’m sure Kyle and Linh will take
you for breakfast. You’ll be fine until then.”
“No really, I’m hungry.”
“Food will only get in our way. After what
you’ve just done, what’s a twenty-four-hour fast? Think about that. You’ve
still got some water, and when you run out, there is a lovely stream in the
woods.”
“Great, I’m in psychic boot camp,” I
grumbled. “So what’s the biggest thing I can move anyway?”
“How do you think the pyramids were built?”
“Really? So there’s no real limit?”
“There are no
real
limits to
anything we can do, but there are often complications. Moving a building, for example,
brings into play many other forces and soul destinies. Therefore, it might be
too complex to make it worth attempting.” He was silent until I looked at him.
“I’m giving you the keys to the most awesome power there is. These are all just
parts of it. Even if you were much older and wiser, it would be an
astronomical responsibility. Maybe your youth will prove to be an asset because
I’m sure you’ll admit that even the most sophisticated sixteen-year-old doesn’t
have the level of maturity to be up to this.”
“You mean, will I use these powers to play
tricks on my friends?”
“No, I have to trust you’re beyond that
kind of nonsense. What I’m saying is, if you use it for good, for the purpose
of spreading love and reminding everyone who they really are, it will grow
stronger in you. If you let ego get in the way or turn the other way, it will
weaken and your life will sour.”
“I’ll need help to stay on track. I think I
could mess this up pretty easily. I mean, I barely passed biology with a D, and
chemistry isn’t looking any better.”
“All you need to do is remain open and pure,
and the help you need will be there. It’s up to you, Nate.” I tried to let it
all sink in but didn’t know if I could. “We should move on,” he warned.
“Wait, I have some questions. Can I move
myself?”
“If you mean can you levitate, the answer
is yes, but that will come much later. It’s more complicated.”
“How long do I have to hold a book to get
the info out of it?”
“I don’t really know. Depends on the size I
guess, not too long. You’ll figure it out.”
“This seems like a wild fantasy story.”
“There is no such thing as fantasy. It is
all real somewhere. Even the most far out reaches of your imagination are
actually happening in some dimension. Now, let’s get into healing. I have a
feeling you’re going to need this skill.”
“Another thing to worry about.”
“Rub your hands together,” he said,
ignoring my sarcasm. “You’re moving the life force. Remember, it’s there in
every living thing.”
“That’s why it’s called life force?”
He smiled. “We all have the ability to heal
ourselves and others by using it. This is how it was done before the techniques
and knowledge were lost to the ages. This is part of the third great power,
‘Foush’, to enhance the human senses.”
“What are the other two?”
“‘Timbal’, is used to view time. It is how
you see Outviews. ‘Solteer’ is the final power, it’s a way to control
consciousness, but we’ll get into that another time.”
Spencer showed me how to use visualization,
and soon I could feel a slight vibration in my hands as they warmed. But as
soon as it happened, he said, “Let’s get to your next lesson.”
“Don’t I need to practice?”
“Yes. Practice is one of the most important
things you can do. And it’s the only way you can master anything. But you’ll
have plenty of opportunities to work on your healing abilities very soon.” His
tone was more serious than I would have liked.
“Should I be afraid?”
“Fear is nothing you should voluntarily
enter into. When fear arises naturally, you pay attention to it as a warning,
but never go looking for a reason to be afraid.”
“I think I understand.”
“The next door we open is very useful.
Something you’ll need tonight in fact.”
“What’s tonight?”
“Let’s not get into tonight yet. Now, you
understand that everything is energy. The patterns of energy, the attraction
and exchange of it all leaves a story. It’s always there. What this means is
everything can tell you everything. Where something is at a specific time in
space, how you make the connections and the distance you’re willing to travel
are the only limits on what can be revealed. It’s all energy, one big energy.”
“Fascinating. What does it mean?” A warm
salty breeze passed.
“Put your hands on that rock. Now close
your eyes and try to look for something in the darkness of your mind.”
After half a minute I started seeing
things--a guy running on the beach with a golden retriever; next, a group of
teenagers laughing and playing on the sunny beach. One of them passed a joint
to the other. A girl declined. The other one accepted. Then, a different day,
this time foggy, a young couple walking the beach, another with a small child
using driftwood and tarps to build a shelter from the sun. They played and looked
for shells. The father took pictures.
“What’s all this I’m seeing?”
“It’s the energy that has moved past this
rock.”
“Incredible! How do I know what happened
when?”
“That’s the tricky part. You could easily
spend the rest of your life exploring this single ability and still not master
it, but with time you’ll develop considerable control. As it is now, the images
you saw could have been yesterday or a decade ago.”
“What do I do with it?”
“Just work on it as often as you can. It’s
another form of Vising. You’ll discover so many uses for this talent that
you’ll wonder how anyone survives without it. Survival is actually a useful
benefit, as this will literally save your life more than once.” I didn’t need
more incentive than that. It was fun in a voyeuristic way, much more exciting
than any reality TV show could ever be. I wandered the beach touching rocks,
trees, even the sand. I peered into the lives of people like a hidden video
camera. My favorite was watching the tide roll in during a long-ago thunderstorm.
Then the rock was engulfed by the surf while I remained dry. It was addicting. Spencer
finally made me stop.
“Aren’t I going to forget how to do all
this stuff?”
“No, you won’t lose any of it. It will just
keep getting stronger. You’ve always had these abilities, and now that they’ve
awakened again, you own them.” He stopped and stared out at the ocean for a
minute. “And Nate, remember not to discuss your father, Lightyear, or any of
the things you’re learning with anyone. No matter how much you trust them.”
“Okay.” His words made me nervous.
I noticed more and more seagulls landing
around us. I looked at Spencer.
“Animals are open to the universe. They
have filters to block themselves. They aren’t trying to make sweeter soda or
pills to make their pain go away. They don’t want the biggest TV. Animals just
are. And because of that they are open. They immediately sense when a human is
also receptive. And since this is happening right here in their domain, I think
they are kind of welcoming you or saying hello. It’s hard to say, actually.
There sure are a lot of them, aren’t there?” he said, turning and taking in
what was now untold thousands of birds filling the beach around us.
We watched in silence as they landed. The black
monoliths contrasted the countless white birds covering them. The hysteria of
white wings against swirling blue waves crashing on the rocks was mythical. The
area suddenly became warm and hopeful, as the beach was now more feather than
sand. “What should I do?” I asked.
“I’m not sure really. I’ve never seen
anything quite like this,” Spencer said. We continued to watch the beautiful
spectacle, and then, as if by some secret cue, they lifted in a flutter of
wings, soft yet deafening. Spiraling above the beach and out to sea, masking
the sky, they quickly dissipated in all directions and were gone.
We walked on the narrowing beach as high
tide culminated and made our way around a jutting cliff that was practically in
the waves. I wondered if we would make it back.
“There are some things your Aunt Rose can
teach you quicker because of your relationship.”
“Do you know her?”
“Oh, we met a thousand years ago.”
“You mean when you were both younger?”
“No, I mean we actually knew each other as
Anasazi Indians around 1100 AD at Mesa Verde. We’ve also met a few times in
this lifetime through your dad.”
“What should I ask her help with?”
“The color sparks you see, auras, and
prophecy,” he said.
“Prophecy?”
“She uses a crystal ball, I believe. Any
reflective surface will work. You can do it without any props, but it’s easier
to use something. She’s also good at helping with guide writing, which is writing
or typing what your guides are telling you. Especially early on, you’ll find
this a great way to communicate with the other side.”
“So you still talk to my dad?”
“Yes.”
“Can I?”
“Not yet, but you’ll learn. He’s with you
always. You’ve had many lifetimes together.”
“So, is he waiting to reincarnate again?”
“No. He’s currently alive in several
different incarnations. There are no limits to the soul. We don’t just do one
life at a time. We’re almost always living multiple lifetimes simultaneously,
dozens.”