‘We have a problem.’ Helian stood in the lounge doorway. The room seemed huge now it was fully lit, and it was clear that the Professor lived, ate and worked in it.
‘Another one? What is it?’ Petra snapped.
‘Vlarimar is missing.’
Everyone turned to look at him. Petra stood up quickly and pushed past him, running up the stairs two at a time. Farron and Zorbel, glanced at each other, pulled out their swords and went in opposite directions in the hallway. Kintra sat on the sofa arm, her hand clasped around her bow and stared at Helian.
‘Where do you think he went?’ she asked. She suddenly felt vulnerable. Helian shrugged and turned to look out into the hall, his own bow at the ready. ‘I don’t know. He didn’t seem strong enough to go far. He could have just wandered off to find us and got lost. This house is big!’ (more…)
Professor Myson was hard to spot in the chair that was the same dark maroon as his hooded cloak. All that gave him away were his ghostly pale hands and the black eyes staring out of his ghostly pale face. A flickering flame in the grate tried its best to portray a fire but failed. Kintra and Helian stood in the doorway. If Farron hadn’t walked over to the long sofa at the back of the room, they would have struggled to spot their friends. No other light shone in the room. They followed Farron and managed to squeeze themselves on to the sofa, Helian perching uncomfortably on the wooden arm. Zorbel looked at them and held a finger to his lips. It was the eeriest place Kintra had ever been. (more…)
Do you find your spiritual path lonely? So many people say to me, I wish I lived near to you as I have no friends who are exploring their spiritual side like I am.
It seems, for many of us, our like minded friends are only available online. And, you know, this is OK. In an ideal world it would be great to have all those who are vibrating at your frequency, living around you. But look at it this way.
The world is changing and humanity is on a path of awakening. This is fantastic, yet it isn’t quick, in human terms. That being said, there is a definite growth spurt going on! If everyone who was vibrating at a frequency of ‘awakened being’ or lightworker/wayshower however you want to label it, were all in one place, the light generated by each of those individuals, in communion together, would have the effect of creating a pocket of awakening, rather than a world wide one. (more…)
She woke to the soft sound of damp wood sizzling. Her eyes opened slowly. The night sky shone with stars and the slither of a new moon. Her body ached, every joint protesting, without her even asking them to move. Peeling her tongue from the roof of her mouth she very slowly turned her head in the direction of breathing. Petra lay next to her, curled beneath her rainbow blanket.
She turned her head back to the centre and then let if fall in the other direction. Farron lay on his back, one arm thrown across his eyes. She couldn’t see who lay beside him, there was just a dark shape. Her eyes fell closed. Water would wait. (more…)
Both elves stared at Petra. In fact, everyone stared at Petra.
‘Why?’ Florian asked. Her position on her horse meant the sun shone down into his squinting eyes. Kintra found his discomfort amusing, then realised the disadvantage worked both ways. His squint meant his face was hard to read. She glanced at Selamia. He was looking back at the river.
‘It seems most likely that this is a wild goose chase, and that the rustlers doubled back on themselves. Further back where we went over rockier ground, did anyone think to look around in other directions?’
Those that know me well, are aware of my dislike of labels. Yet we do need to differentiate experiences in some way. The twin flame is no exception, although it is probably the most widely misunderstood relationship, on a par perhaps with the term Soul Mate.
Let me share with you the knowledge I have gained regarding both types of relationship, through my own life experiences (with a heavy relationship focus) and my interdimensional travelling. (more…)
She stared at a crack in the ceiling plaster. It looked like the claws of a dragon, ripping open the roof to get inside. Outside the night was still, the silence occasionally broken by a dog’s bark or a roosting bird dislodged from its perch with an indignant squawk. Twice in two days her old life had come calling and she wasn’t sure what to think of that. Prince Vlarimar was the son of King Vlodmed. She swallowed a lump that crept into her throat. King Vlodmed had rent apart Erania, swallowing her home, and Helian’s. He had killed all she loved, and so he had killed a part of her too. The part that truly cared. And now she lived a different life, with a different name, so that King Vlodmed need not fear an heir to Swallowmeres’ throne might come to take it back. (more…)