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About Linden Morningstar

Linden Morningstar, author of Gloria Rising, has had extensive experience as a hypnotherapist and licensed marriage and family therapist, which adds depth and realism to his story. He is also the author of The Starlight Prophecy, a science fiction and fantasy novel about alien worlds and super heroines. He writes to explore the mysteries of life and the mysterious connections between the mind, universe, and the mystical. He lives with his cherished wife and four cantankerous, high-maintenance, and lovable cats in southern California.

The Stargirls Cheat Death

aliens, teleportation

Chapter 13, pg. 72-74

They awoke feeling rested, giddy, and thankful to be alive. Three suns beat down on them from a purple horizon, creating an astonishing purple atmosphere. How long they slept was lost to blank digital wristwatches.

Soulful crossed Lyn’s mind, watching the unknown stars that created life and gave them warmth to cheat death. What mattered most was that they were alive to continue their mission and find a way back home. Home resounded in Lyn’s mind, as a lump formed in her throat, wondering whether they would ever get home. “Do you think we will ever see Earth again?” Lyn murmured.

“God, I hope so,” Ali said. They hugged. Lyn whispered, “Thanks, we need hope.” Ali wondered what kept them going to defeat the demons of doubt and fear in their hearts, to fight on. Home felt like a distant memory, but it was all she could hang onto. Home sweet home, she glumly thought.

Lyn said, “I think we just climbed out of a wormhole. We are now lost on a planet that looks like Earth, but isn’t.”

Sade said, “I guess that alien mandala was a doorway to the stars.” Before Lyn could answer, a deafening roar caused her to freeze—as last night’s nightmare emerged as a gigantic shadow rushing over them. Jill screamed, “Run for your lives!” The monster plunged out of the blazing sunlight. Massive razor-sharp claws clicked, while four bulging yellow eyes tracked their heat forms scurrying below. Jill felt a blast of heat, smelled the stench of fiery breath, and dived headfirst beneath a rock ledge for shelter. Smoke rose from her hair; frantically she patted the back of her hair—only singed. Enraged, she thought, that thing tried to cook me.

Ali shrieked, “Watch out, it’s breathing fire!” The beast’s head jerked and one eye locked on Ali, who scrambled toward a jutting sharp ledge hanging above her. She leaped through air as the shadow closed on her, hoping the gigantic beast had a tiny brain and fallen into her trap. Consumed by the lust for the kill, the fiend ignored its reckless descent. Ali’s body heat and movement hypnotized one eye, while the Stargirls actions distracted the other three eyes. It flew blind, crashing head-on into the saw-toothed ledge that looked like an ancient chiseled spear. The winged beast’s roar turned into a rattling groan, the ground shook, and stones fell. Impaled, it hung precariously over Ali; a black waterfall cascaded, splashing steaming blood around her. She lay, trembling but triumphant, in the small ravine she had hurdled into at the last moment. She lay on her back, gaping at the hideous beast and torrents of blood bubbling around her. She hollered in victory. “I slew the Thunderbird.” Her quick wits had turned the grisly predator into dead quarry. Quite a coup, she thought when the Stargirls rushed to her side. Sweating, they stared in disbelief at Ali and the monster above. Jill helped her from the bloody mess. They patted her on the back for saving them and then sat in a circle, considering their impasse and resources, when grumblings from their stomachs gave birth to a creepy thought. Mad said, “I’m starved, do you think that thing is edible?” Taken aback by her startling question, they did some soul-searching; but in the end, hunger won over repulsion. They butchered the choice parts of the meat that surprisingly had an agreeable pungent smell, unlike its rank breath.

Ali yelled, “Fire up the Barbie!” Smoke from the alien barbeque escaped into the purplish sky, fed by wiry brush they had gathered, as a sweet smell made their nostrils flare.

Lyn said, “Hmm,” with a half-smile. “Let’s brand it a Star burger.” The outrageous idea made them howl. Her humor in the face of death surprised them. Once full, they cleaned their greasy hands and knives in the red soil. Jill said, “We need to give this way-out, red planet a name.”

Ali said, “How about Bahtra, in honor of our bad-mannered host who grudgingly gave us food for our journey.” They all laughed and said, “Bahtra it is.” Ali rolled the spare monster meat in a heap of halite to keep it fresh.

Dr. Adam Jaxon “I was sailing into supernatural and uncharted territory without a sensible compass or a map.”

spirit guide, supernatural

AUTOMATIC LETTER 119

FROM THE GUARDIAN

Sunday night

Hello, this is not Gloria’s Helper. I am Gloria’s Guardian. You asked to talk to me. It made my day! I had just come to you on my mind’s checklist; however, I have indirectly visited you before in Gloria’s dreams as an angel or a tall thin man. Something else. Understand, your work is valuable. The person doing the work is even more valuable, you. Remember the solution for long term survival is to take it one step at a time. You’re wondering if the strain is getting to Gloria. Is she beginning to show signs of mental imbalance? No! I do not think so. Gloria has been given one rare special gift for her own use only. It is only when she cannot feel she is coping, or when she is unable to pray for herself, that she uses this gift to get help. At first, she didn’t understand the value of this gift, and she used it in a commonplace way—only to wish she hadn’t. Now she is most careful in using it. It is because she asked for help that she was led to you—yes, led to you. Otherwise, she would not be here. Be not afraid! Both you and Gloria will accomplish your mission from learning together, and special blessings will be yours. As long as you can hang on, I’m hanging in there with you. Gloria is a whole book on the best traditions of survival. So are you! Why? Because two people created by God are solid proof (in your office room) that terror and the need to survive do not have to undo every virtue, such as compassion, pity, decency, loyalty and, all important, the virtue of love. Do not try to understand me— just understand that I’m briefing you to help you in this task you’ve taken on. What you are actually doing is debriefing, like combat soldiers do after a bloody battle. Remember? A hole in the ground can hardly be considered a normal human habitat. A fighter pilot who has bailed out over an island swarming with enemy troops—and lived there for several days before being rescued—will seem different to someone sleeping comfortably at home in a soft bed. In this relation, you and the person I’m talking about have a great deal in common—you are survivors. More important, you are warmhearted and human. Yes, both of you! Something to brighten your day! Chances are, today will bring great progress. Right now, it is four-twenty. How time flies when you’re having a ball. At best, Gloria’s sleep would have been fitful. At three o’clock this morning Gloria’s friend Mason died. One thing here—Gloria has made a habit of surviving the death of people she cares for by using her principle about death. Mention “the mass suicide from the reading of the Dead Sea Zealots on the eve of capture by the Romans.” It will make an impression to remind Gloria of the principle behind the survival instinct that carried her so far. The principle is, “death should not be entered like some snug harbor. Death—unless God sends for someone—should be a loud, angry refusal to surrender.” This is important to Gloria, but she does not actually know it—the principle. You mention Mason if she doesn’t; but this man died and she begins to feel a lot more today. I say, “Mason died.” I am realistic. For Gloria to say, “Mason died” means she is not feeling again. No one will make her feel sorrow, because no one knows except me and Gloria that Mason, the “bother” (not literally), she loved the most. What I tell you here must remain between us and Gloria. I am Gloria’s Guardian, and I must do what is best for her regardless of how she would look at it. I will help you also to help Gloria in other ways. I do not speak in paragraphs. I will try to talk in your language. Do not try to understand this—someday you will. Just have the faith and keep cool. “Gloria’s objective at this point is to feel with her heart,” a course of survival that will last and make history. Remember! Gloria has an important mission, and she will have all the courage needed to accomplish this mission. In this manner, I am not like Gloria’s Helper who lives mostly in the present. I can see many other things, but I cannot be used for silly things or unless called. You, Gloria and Gloria’s Helper have gone through enough to make a confirmed pessimist out of Pollyanna. Remember! The thing to fear is lack of knowledge. Ask! It will be no big problem—the Guardian will help. You are very close to a quantum leap forward and to Gloria’s goal of becoming a whole being. Suggestions to start with are: Mason’s death; Speaking in Tongues; Patti; Margaret; and Susan. Use your own talent; you will know best as you go along. Call on me first, in your sessions with Gloria, if you wish—the Guardian. Remember! Love conquers all! This is reality—love! Don’t forget the grey house. Good luck!

The Guardian

The Guardian’s sudden and profound presence, and instant omniscient involvement in Gloria’s therapy, was mystifying and, yes, frightening to say the least; yet in all reality it turned what might have been weeks, if not months, of hard therapeutic work breaking through Gloria’s psychic numbing, hopelessness, and despair into an exciting get-acquainted session between us. As a result, Gloria’s faith, hope, and optimism were unaccountably reborn while my solid grip on what I thought was reality suddenly shifted towards a greater and unknown reality. Could I possibly be in contact with an otherworldly spirit? The unfathomable question sent shivers up and down my spine. Was I talking to a ghost or spiritual being who claimed only to be LOVE and Gloria’s deceased husband? What did that mean? I tried to do a reality check but came up with no answers. I was sailing into supernatural and uncharted territory without a sensible compass or a map. And as I thoughtfully stepped into this strange spiritual world, I wondered where it would take me.

Dr. Adam Jaxon

The Stargirls Death Defying leap into the Unknown

Starlight Destiny, thriller

Chapter 11

DESTINY UNFOLDED as Jill turned sharply off the snaking two-lane
highway onto a side road. The 37-inch hard rubber tires spit sand and flint
into the sweltering desert air that blasted them up rocky terrain. Jill
wondered why she chose the unmarked trail as they flew over a rock-strewn ridge scattered with cholla, prickly pear cactus, and yucca trees.
She glanced at Lyn. “I think the old battle-axe is doing an Irish jig, or
maybe the Charleston.” The high energy of the Carolina Africans danced
into her awareness, how they expressed hope for freedom in their inspired
music and boogie. Despite slavery and poverty, their spirits sprang from
their feet. She thought, whoever danced the Charleston, Lindy Hop, jive, or
jitterbug understood their talent, courage, and inspiration.
Her nostalgic thoughts interrupted by a cloud of dust. A flight of
animals headed their way—wild burros, pronghorn antelope, gray foxes,
and wolves—all madly fleeing something. She gunned the battle-axe
behind a rock formation as the thunderous stampede rushed past them,
shaking the ground. The Stargirls stared out the windows, wondering
what was happening.
Jill backed up as the dust settled and punched the gas pedal, seeking
higher ground for a better view. The Stargirls sat silent, then exploded
into a tower of babble.
Jill shrieked, “Quiet—does anyone have a clue?” Ali hollered,
“Earthquake,” even before the earth rumbled. “Drive like hell—or it’s
going to bury us,” she yelled as sand buckled and a gigantic crack opened
in the desert floor. Wheels spun and the battle-axe plowed through
collapsing sand as a cavernous mouth opened.
Jill gasped. “Oh my God—“as the sand pitched upward, darkening
the horizon as a ferocious tsunami of sand towered over them.
“Hurry, we’re being sucked back into the fissure,” Jill screamed, as
the deafening sound of moving earth terrified them. The battle-axe barely
crested the monstrous wave. Brakes shrieked and they spun ‘round and
‘round as a massive boulder crashed down from the sky, narrowly missing
them as the Earth heaved and convulsed.
Jill struggled to control the battle-axe but lost its center of gravity. It
flipped fiercely onto its side and sparks flew. Dazed, she dangled from her
seat belt while they slid toward an abyss. Lyn, pinned to the passenger’s
door, crossed her arms in front of her face thinking, God help us. Moments later, the battle-axe jarred to a halt. Lyn noticed Jill
hanging above her. “Hold on, Sis,” she said while she pressed Jill’s seat
belt release—but nothing happened. She yanked her Ka-Bar knife from its
sheath and cut Jill free, causing the battle-axe to pitch terrifyingly forward.
Choking dust was everywhere, creating a ghostly night. They were
thankful the battle-axe shielded them from the suffocating cloud of sand.
Ali’s voice quivered, “Magnitude-9 Killer Earthquake, anyone hurt?”
“Only my damn foolish pride,” Jill said, as she crawled and sat
between the front and rear compartments. Lyn turned; her shifting weight
caused the battle-axe to pitch forward.
She screamed, “We’re hanging over a precipice by a thread; hit the
rear cargo area.” Sade and Mad threw themselves back against the cargo
area as Jill crawled in back. Ali jerked hard on the door release, but the
door would not budge.
“It’s jammed.” She shoved hard against the door with no effect. “I
need help.” The battle-axe tilted toward the abyss. Jill leaped on the cargo
area, forcing the battle-axe to stabilize. Mad grasped the rear seat and
pulled herself up, yelling, “Ali, jerk the handle with all you’ve got.” Mad
then smashed the door with her shoulder and it flew open. She quickly
climbed out. “Grab my hand.” She pulled them to safety; they hit the
ground running to the rear of the battle-axe.
Jill shouted, “Hold on, if we lose her we’re dead.” Once they
regained control, they spun the battle-axe away from the chasm and
rocked it upright with a thud.
Ali yelled, “Stargirls rule.”
Jill shook her head—at her plucky spirit—and said, “Let’s go home.”
Lyn climbed in. “The roof rack is intact and no fuel spills, but her
right side looks like hell. She’s a tough lady.”
“Little cosmetics, she’ll be good as new.” Jill glanced back at the
others, and said, “Stargirls do rule.”
“We—bad, bad to the bone,” Mad ranted. Jill pumped the gas and
turned the key; a spark of life crossed the barrier of the dead and the
battle-axe’s heart roared back to life. Lyn imagined a lone wolf’s howl. She
then felt strange, something about escape—but from what.
They rumbled back down the fractured trail where they ran into a
sphinxlike looking formation. Ali thought, So much for preparation. An
enormous mesa loomed before them, with talus slopes and sheer rock
around its rim. A rock face jutted from its base, creating a massive
entrance.
At the sight of the haunting mesa, Sade, in a faraway voice, said,
“Ancients once lived here; they left a doorway. . .”
Mad interrupted, “Just what we need—ghosts.”
Ali’s eyes flashed at the notion as she smiled crookedly, “Let’s take a
peek at what calls us.” She entered warily and found flowstones
resembling spattered paint on the cave floor. The walls sparkled while
translucent mineral deposits hung as curtains from the cave’s ceiling.
Beyond its visual beauty, its geological history was priceless, she thought.
Carlsbad had tens of thousands of explored caverns, but nothing like this.
Faint smoke rose from the backside of the cave, suggesting volcanic
activity. Ali knew earthquake activity increased before a volcanic
eruption—but usually a two- or three-magnitude earthquakes, not the
super quake they survived. She announced, “A Rio Grande rift
earthquake, any questions?”
Jill, awed by Ali’s quick analysis, said, “You’re right the surface
rupture must have caused the cavern entrance. Are you sure Mt. St.
Helen’s isn’t far behind?”
“I’d bet my MIT diploma on it. Let’s see what this mystery lady is
hiding.” Jill stared at Ali, who had just turned 31. She was always there
when she needed her like the Rock of Gibraltar—fearless to a fault, but
never wrong when it came to geology. She was the quiet one out of the
group. Yet when she spoke, everyone’s ears perked up. She was a free-spirited adventurer who lived a self-styled life, carving out her own path.
Jill nicknamed her “Earth Mother,” because of her love for the Earth
and a heart bigger than her body; she seemed to have risen from
primordial clay. Her long hair burst with fertile earth colors that graced
her rainbow blue eyes, campfire cheeks, and Grecian nose. She radiated an
earthy wholesomeness that made Jill envious, nevertheless grateful for
such a unique sister. She felt her twinge of envy broken by Ali’s excited
voice.
“Over here,” she had heard wind blowing up through a pile of rocks
and carefully removed the rubble and found a huge crack in the ground.
“It’s the mouth of a volcano!”
Jill gazed at the magma chamber and said, “Wonder how deep she
is.” She used a sonar device to measure its depth at 1,200 feet. She
whistled and said, “We hit solid gold; this baby is millions of years old and
vertical. Grab the caving gear and provisions.” She paused. “Let’s name
her Astrum Matris, Star Mother—I feel we’re her children and she calls us
home. Wacky thought, huh?”
Ali shook her head. “No, Volcanic Mama, we’ll follow you to hell and
back.” Jill smiled at her open affection.
Sade yelled, “I got a feeling—bring the diving gear.”
“No problem,” Mad said. “I’ll lower it down before we descend.”
Sade bear hugged her. “Thanks.” Mad beamed as they unloaded cave
equipment and rope-climbing systems for their descent and return. She
planned to use their descent anchors as protection for their climb back.
She anchored and rigged 1,300 feet of rope, to lower supplies down and
for their rappel. She contemplated the risks, while lowering the gear,
remembering how it all began.
She was four, looking at cave pictures of gypsum hairs and beards,
soda straws, and cave pearls. The names made her giggle. She had cried,
“I want to be a caveman, too.” Her dad had laughed.
“Honey, you can be anything you want.” He took her hand and did a
caveman dance, making silly caveman noises that Mad imitated “. . . ooh .
. . aw . . . ooh . . . aw . . . ugh . . . ugh . . . ugh. See, you are a cave girl.”
Funny, she thought, how some things you never forget.
Ali’s brave heart gave Mad inspiration for their treacherous descent.
Ali was a heart transplant survivor with enough courage in her little pinky
for them all. Mad shouted, “The gears at the bottom—time to have some
fun.”
Reality poured through their fingers like water, growing more
uncertain as they prepared to descend into the heart of the Earth where
perceptions of what was real or possible blurred with otherworldly
thoughts.
Jill muttered, “I forgot my keys—I’ll go get them.”
Ali’s voice raised an octave. “Have you lost your mind? We survived
a slayer-quake, and you’re worried about keys.”
“It’s stupid, but someone might steal her.”
“More likely, we’ll be picked up by aliens.”
Mad laughed. “Now, I’ve heard everything.”
Jill moaned, “Right, Freud would have a ball analyzing my anal
character. Guess I’ll toss control to the wind.”
“Now you’re talking.” Ali squealed.
“This freaky journey must be about finding ourselves.”
“Jill, you’re on fire.” Sade yelled.
Mad snickered, “Now that we’re over the warm fuzzes, everybody
got their brain buckets?” She double-checked the anchors and pulled hard
on a second rope needed to lower her down to the main rappel rope.
“Hey, nitwits, don’t break your eggheads or precious butts on the way
down. Did I say nitwits or misfits?” She chuckled and crawled off the lip
of the volcano and vanished into the darkness, using her hands to guide
her. Her helmet lights cast eerie shadows on the volcano’s wall while its
raw beauty dominated her thoughts. She heard nervous laughter above
her. Twenty minutes later, she radioed, “Rocket Woman has landed. Now,
get your priceless butts down here in one piece,” and tittered.
Ali half-smiled as the volcano swallowed her, she looked at the thin
white rope dangling below her and the dim firefly flickers of Mad’s helmet
light in the endless sea of gloom. Inching down, she reflected on her
single life. She was an alumnus of Stanford. Earthquakes and men
fascinated and terrified her. Cataclysmic earthquakes were recurrent
visitors in her dreams. Other than a man-made extinction event, severe
earthquakes and volcanism posed the greatest threat to human survival—
the reasons she chose to predict them.
Ali felt drag on her rope, snapping her back to present danger, while
something curious grabbed her attention. She adjusted her headlamp.
What she saw was baffling. The volcano’s wall was ship rock, known only
to the Valle Grande cavern in northern New Mexico. She descended,
touching cold ropey pahoehoe lava, realizing she entered the volcano’s
sacred ground when her feet struck ground. She landed hard on her butt
with a grunt. Mad helped her to her feet and off the rappel line.
Once they had all assembled, Jill checked her wristband monitor.
“No sign of toxic gases, only it stinks of sulfur.” The rotten egg smell
made Lyn retch. Jill continued, “The concentration is five ppm, enough to
cause nose and throat dryness but nothing to worry about.”
Mad made a face and muttered, “Enough to gag a maggot.”
What surrounded them was hard to describe in the uncanny glow of
their headlamps—let alone the magnitude of the wall they had conquered
in the murky darkness. Looking up as far as they could see the craggy wall
sent chills through them.
Mad giggled and said, “Looks like Skull Mountain; hope King Kong
isn’t lurking in the shadows.” They stood silent, knowing she was serious.
Gooseflesh made Ali turn on a high-intensity cave light to banish the
imagined Kong, yet she felt in her heart that they could not scare away the
real monster that waited for them. Her light turned the subterranean night
into hazy daylight, revealing an adjoining lava tube laden with helictite
spiral projections that formed a Gothic-like ceiling. At its center was a
white alabaster rose chandelier bordered by stalactites and stalagmites of
various colors and dimensions. They created a natural bouquet of color.
Ali blew the elegant white rose a kiss while her sharp eyes danced
across the cave’s floor, inlaid in ancient flowstone. She froze, her gaze
arrested by a strange pool of water.
“Wow! Hey, look at this.” The Stargirls turned from the enormous
wall that captivated their imaginations and stared at the pool of water.
Ali’s cave light, created a star-studded reflection that gripped them.
Ali broke the pool’s spell. “I’m starved. Let’s chow down.”
Jill growled. “I could eat a buffalo.” No one argued. They had had
enough adventure for one day. Mad did a quick security check of the area
and was satisfied there was no love-struck ape roaming about, only chilled
darkness and putrid sulfur air. After they had eaten and bedded down, Jill
asked what they were all wondering. “What do you think brought us here?
Why are we risking our lives? ”
Mad said, “I have a hunch, but not a clue.”
Ali said, “Count me clueless, too.”
Lyn said, “Can’t shake the feeling it’s about life and death.”
Sade said, “It’s on the tip of my tongue, but I can’t put my finger on
it.”
Jill replied, “Yeah, nothing clicks.”
Sade said, “Okay, we have no idea, but I do know one thing.” She
pointed to the pool of water. “We have to accept that there are risks.”
Mad answered, “Sade, I hope you don’t mean what I think you
mean.”
“Sorry, but our destiny lies beneath that perilous water. Anybody
have a better idea?” Jill looked at Ali, who looked at Lyn, who looked at
Mad. “No.”
Sade said, “Guess I drew the short straw; we dive in the morning.”
Mad bit her nails, staring at what looked like a watery grave.
Sade noticed Mad’s forlorn look and put her hand on her shoulder.
“Don’t worry, little sister, I brought your Water Wings,” and gave Mad a
hug. “Whatever happens, we’ll face it together.”
Jill rolled over, wrapping a space blanket around her, trying to get
comfortable. Her rocky flowstone bed parked next to some dogtooth spar
that Ali’s cavern lamp brought to life. Shadow and light made the
dogtooth grin at her, a bashful, crystalline smile.
“Woof, woof to you, too, old pal.” Sleepiness claimed her, and her
fantasy dog fell asleep by her side while she snored from fatigue. It
reminded Lyn of Mozart’s opera, The Magic Flute, but playing in the
netherworld. Jill’s operatic snoring kept her awake until she dreamed of
Tamino and Pamina, giving thanks to the gods for their everlasting love.
The beautiful operatic inspiration was on her mind when she awoke
to an annoying rattle, as small stones clattered down around her. She
heard Jill cry, “What the hell?”
Ali coolly said, “Mother Nature’s wakeup call—only an aftershock.”
Jill was admiring her unruffled response when Mad let out a farcical
Tarzan cry, and Sade beat her chest, making chimp noises. They could not
resist Mad’s jungle insanity and joined in with a chorus of hyena and
elephant sounds.
“It sounds like a damn zoo down here,” Mad bellowed, sending
them into fits of laughter. Slowly their laughter faded, having served its
purpose, relieving pent-up tensions that helped clear their heads. They
took an inventory of their equipment and supplies, ate some fruit, and
debated their next move while shaking bone-cold stiffness from their
limbs.
Sade and Mad smiled, overhearing Lyn loudly protesting, “No, no,
no, a thousand times no.”
Jill shot back, “Lyn, for God’s sake, you’re a scientist. Why are you
so emotional? I have more diving experience.”
Ali jumped into the fray. “Lyn, face it, Jill’s getting senile, so let the
poor dear have her way.” They looked at each other and burst into
laughter.
Jill shook her head, “You rascals.” She looked at her two dirty-faced
sisters, smiling back at her. Their grimy faces reminded her of how they
played in mud puddles as children and how far they had come. How they
had grown into strong women. She felt pride well up inside her. These
were her sisters until the day she died. Their quirks, mischievousness,
brilliance, and bantering were what endeared them to her. Her strong
motherly reaction surprised her.
Nevertheless, the image of a mother hen watching over baby chicks
pleased her. Maybe she wanted to be a mother in spite of her reservations;
this consideration made her beam.
She won the fight, knowing they let her have her way. Guiltily, she
thought I am the biggest brat of all. Brat or not, she took the tail position in
their cave dive. No one was going to drown on her watch. She would
cover their backs. End of discussion.
Ali yelled, “Hey, mule-head.”
Jill stopped what she was doing and said, “What?” Ali and Lyn
hooted.
“How did you know I was talking to you?” Jill blushed at Ali’s
taunting question and her unintended admission of stubbornness.
“You Alpha brats,” she said, and stuck her tongue out at them. She
looked askance at Sade. “You, my little mermaid, show us the way.”
“Okay, check your equipment while I complete my safety checks.”
She reviewed the safety rules, knowing wild cave diving was dangerous.
Most divers lost their lives, because they ran out of oxygen. I will be damned
if I let that happen. Sade was a diver’s diver. Mad teased that she had grown
gills from spending so much time underwater. She was a technical diver
and knew the loss of light and oxygen was catastrophic. No matter what,
she would keep sufficient breathing- gas volume for their safe return.
They were all cave divers, but what they were attempting would test their
limits. They were entering an unknown underwater cave system where
anything could go wrong.
She made a dive plan that took into account their equipment,
unexpected contingencies and the environment. They would use a single
cylinder scuba backpack, which weighed less than 25 pounds and held two
hours of air. She planned 40-minute dive and would return to make
adjustments for a longer dive, if necessary.
Sade finished setting up a safety guideline and completed her own
equipment check. She then reviewed vital hand signals that would guide
them if trouble arose. She felt confident that they would reach their
objective, yet she wished she knew what it was. It was a leap of faith to find something—but what. Deep down they all felt the same conflict—
flight or fight.
Fear oozed from the pores of their skin in the stark chill of the
cavern, begging them to turn back, while a power beyond them drove
them on to face a nameless peril.
Sade pulled her hair back, put her dive mask on, and then gave an
order. “Check your guide line and your tank manifold pressure.”
Each Stargirl called out, as instructed.
“Ali cried out okay!”
“Lyn cried out okay!”
“Mad cried out okay!”
“Jill cried out okay!”
Sade took the lead position. One by one, they disappeared into the
mysterious water. Shadows from their dive lights danced on the white
alabaster rose until the only sign of life was the hushed sound of air
bubbles escaping in the cavern’s spectral twilight.

Sade glimpsed—at a whirling golden star that arrested her attention. The Stargirls’ destiny flashed through her mind, like a near death experience, challenging her sense of reality as to who they were and what they would become.

aliens, science fiction, shamans, spiritual

Chapter 9; pg. 47

LYN FEELING AWESTRUCK stared at Valla, now a dead planet. She
felt confused as it vanished into the inky blackness of space and a
stunning figure materialized. The emerging form mesmerized her mind.
Lyn felt on fire; she felt possessed. Was she dreaming or awake?
Bewilderment gave way to illumination when the alluring alien
pointed at the night sky. Lyn beheld a matrix of inscrutable symbols that
spiraled and formed a gleaming galaxy. She heard a commanding voice,
“Stargirls . . . Stargirls . . . Awaken!” The ineffable being touched her mind
with a radiant light; and Lyn awoke startled, bolting upright. She cried,
“Stargirls!” They all awoke to a surreal reality. Intuition, or something
beyond them that set their internal compasses for a journey into the
unknown—a journey they could not refuse.
Mad complained, “You’d think we were packing for darkest Africa
or maybe the zoo.” Teasing Sade, “Dr. Livingstone, I presume . . . or is it
bedtime for Bonzo?”
Sade snickered. “Look on the bright side—it’s neither. We don’t
have a clue.”
Mad strapped scuba and repelling gear onto the roof rack and
covered it with thick canvas, while thinking it strange that Sade insisted on
scuba gear when going into the desert.
Sade stood, gazing at the golden orb that crested the Malibu cliffs,
painting the morning sky a lacy scarlet. She marveled at how the sun
transformed the gray dawn into living color as dazzling pink clouds
unfurled to welcome the Son of Mother Earth.
She spit into her hands and rubbed them together, raising her palms
to the sun. “Father Sun, open my heart to the stars, so I may see truth.”
She closed her eyes and stared into the red hue that filled her brain while
her mind gazed beyond to something beckoning her—shamanic
consciousness.
Kundalini energy uncoiled from the base of her spine and exploded
from her crown chakra, a fiery ball of light that soared into the morning
sky while her earthbound body convulsed. The Flower of Life opened
within her. Her third eye used its sacred geometry to guide her astral
body. Sade felt immense joy as she left her body and planet Earth behind Her awareness expanded as she flew past the dark side of the Moon.
Sade glanced back and gasped at the bluish prominences of Earth’s
corona flaring around the moon’s rim as she transformed into a streaming
comet. The sun loomed ahead; she wondered if it was her destination.
Unexpectedly, a red apparition captivated her mind. It was larger
than Earth’s moon and brighter than any star she had ever seen. She
entered its fiery red atmosphere that softened into swirls of pale pinkish blue, and the fluid colors transformed into a cloudy rose-colored sky. She imagined the God of War’s shield, protecting the planet from radiation.
Mars’s blue-violet inner atmosphere exposed two polar ice caps with a
prominent bulge between them. The Martian North Pole was a gigantic ice sheet of iridescent swirls. Like the circular ridges of a colossal thumbprint, encircled by a vast cobalt ocean that stretched toward the Martian equator. Farther south, in the
Southern hemisphere, dense belts of lush river valleys fed the Martian
ocean while, on the distant horizon, a great highland shrouded in a
massive rain cell.
Rising skyward in the Northern hemisphere were white plumes of
smoke and ash from an enormous chain of volcanoes that towered ten
miles high. Sade reasoned it was the Tharsis region.
The dark blue sea lapped the Martian shore, a tranquil background
for the volcanoes’ volatile tempers.
The Aureole Ocean’s surging tides cut enormous orange-red bluffs
into the Martian shoreline, dotted with cotton candy beaches and shallow
emerald reefs that generated monstrous waves. She saw a brilliant beacon
of light reflected off the sea, sending signs of life back to a desolate Earth.
Toward the east, a vast tectonic crack scarred the Martian surface. Its
vertical sides were miles deep, stretching thousands of miles to the
horizon.
Sade flew over dreamlike landscapes until she saw a gleaming
metropolis that towered over rolling savanna grasslands. What enthralled
her were shimmering buildings that formed a sarsen circle, each monolith
100 stories high. The roof’s sculpture curved as lentils that connected
them while an inner circle of trilithon skyscrapers soared high over the
outer ring. At its center was a perfect oval of small buildings that touched
the circle’s wall.
Slightly off the Martian city’s epicenter, a spiraling crystal tower
penetrated golden clouds while five black monolithic structures that
formed a horseshoe greeted the rising sun. Her discovery of the Martian
Citadel of Light repeated across the Martian habitable zone. Some crystal
citadels swarmed with life while others abandoned. She felt mystified by
the cities’ identical designs until their parallel geometry made her gasp and
cry, “Stonehenge!”  She heard a siren’s song that struck a chord inside her. The harmonic
chanting called Sade to a sacred circle where she saw a wraithlike stream
of light emanate from each Stargirl. They sat in a whirling-wheel of
rainbow light that formed a spinning aura.
Jill emanated an infusion of garnet and coral-red light into the
astonishing aura; Ali stunning malachite-green; Mad an exquisite citrine yellow; and Lyn delicate rose quartz light. Sade enraptured by the electromagnetic whirlwind and chanting, felt space-time shift. Her consciousness cracked and released a wisp of blue lapis-lazuli light into the sacred circle. Violet light flowed upward toward the stars and twisted into a tunnel of love that linked them to the Great Mystery. She thought,
DNA, the cosmic spiral of life.
Back on Earth, Sade’s body shook, bathed in the Earth’s morning
light; her hands trembled as her heart opened to what called her. Mad
wondered what touched her so powerfully but waited in silence to honor
the transcendent moment.
Sade felt the Stargirls’ untapped power—embodied in their life
works, colorful auras, and mysterious destinies. She found herself
chanting with them as the fiery light purified them. She realized a rite of
passage that opened their minds to their true selves. Suddenly, the
Stargirls’ heart song ended. Lyn cried out, “Great Spirit, help us find our
way; hear our cry.” Sade shape-shifted into a golden eagle, soaring above
them as Lyn’s fervent cry echoed. Sade’s heart fluttered as Spirit-Keepers
encircled them with love.
A commanding voice said, “Children of the stars, we come to grant
you your Earthly powers. Embrace your powers with love and the purity
of your hearts. You will face severe trials ahead. Be true to your quest and
your powers will defeat a great evil. Your powers are the forces of
Earth.”
The great voice then thundered, “Lyn, power of Spirit; Sade, of
Water; Jill, of Fire; Ali, of Earth; Mad, of Air.” The words rang true in
their hearts. Sade glimpsed—at a whirling golden star that arrested her
attention. The Stargirls’ destiny flashed through her mind, like a near
death experience, challenging her sense of reality as to who they were and
what they would become.
She soared over a pink Martian bluff where the Stargirls sang their
song of love and peace, but they had vanished.
Instead, she found a large eagle’s nest nuzzled in the bosom of a
great white tree. Five hungry eaglets peeped loudly; tiny bird voices called
out to life, filling her with joy. She then heard a loving voice, “Sade, Sade.
The Stargirls need you. It is time to go home.”
Sade felt confused about where home was. The planets seemed to
revolve around the sun as usual, but she felt something was different  about the stars as she passed the dark side of the moon toward Earth.
Dazed, she reentered the Earth’s atmosphere, burning brightly like the
meteorite that gave them their name. She thought, too much for one mind to
bear, when her spirit slammed back into her chest. She reeled and gasped
for breath.
Mad grabbed her. “Sade, are you okay?”
Sade shivered. “Don’t know—give me a moment.” She bent over
trying to catch her breath . . . she burst wide-awake. “What in the world?”
Mad said, “What’s wrong?”
“Don’t know. I feel weird. My mind is empty.”
Mad laughed. “That’s nothing new—so what happened?”
“That’s the funny thing . . . I don’t know. I do not know why you
ask. Strange, don’t you think?”
“Yes, but are you all right?”
“Yeah, I feel well.”
“Good, we have enough to deal with.”
“Wait, follow me.” She grabbed Mad’s hand, trotted down to the
sand, and picked up a stick, drawing something in the sand.
“Sade, what is that?”
“It’s what popped into my head when you asked what happened.”
They looked at a cryptic pentagram Sade had drawn in the sand.
Mad said, “That’s spooky, big sister. What does it mean?”
Sade looked again, “Hmm, something about our destiny, but my
mind draws a blank.” She took one last look. “Hurry, let’s join the
others.”
Lyn, unaware of their peculiar experience, yelled, “Hey, look at the
fireball of nuclear fusion that gives us life,” pointing to the sun.
Ali said, “Yeah, it’s a wonderful life,” as the sun’s rays warmed her.
“Do you realize the sunlight you feel left the sun 8.31 minutes ago,
traveling at the speed of light?”
Jill laid hard on the horn. “All aboard who’s coming aboard, we have
a date with destiny. Get your boney butts on board.” Her command made
them hoot with laughter, but they obeyed.
Once on board, Mad said, “Look—glorious sunbeams announcing
our journey to nowhere.” She grimaced, knowing they headed somewhere
. . . but where.
Ali awed by the iridescent beams said, “The rays of Buddha or
Jacobs’s ladder pointing the way east—which symbolizes birth, wisdom,
and enlightenment.”
Sade said, “Call me crazy, but it feels like a good omen.” She then
brooded over what she remembered from the astral plane—the star
symbol. She closed her eyes, and a radiant light filled her mind. She thought our quest begins.

I stand for faith, hope, charity, and love—the good things in life.

ghosts, hypnotherapy, supernatural

“My role is to bring you knowledge so you have the assurance and confidence you need for the work ahead of you to help Gloria reach her full potential as a human being. My job is enjoyable, a work of love and pleasure. To see two human beings become as greatly as they can be is certainly not a duty. I stand for faith, hope, charity, and love—the good things in life. You could call me a good influence. I create love and blessings.

Gloria and Gloria’s Helper are to help themselves, first of all. If they did not want to help themselves, I couldn’t help at all. What they or you get confused about, or threatens you or them, then I am able to step in by feelings of love, nature and blessings to enable you back to an optimistic nature. Instead of your being pessimistic, I help you see the truth, the reality of things, not pessimism. I have to leave you in comfort and encouraged—couldn’t leave you depressed and discouraged, then I would fail. You see the whole thing has been an optimistic act. So what we have done is an act of procreation and love. We all stuck together so Gloria didn’t commit suicide. There was always someone to pick us up. That’s how we work together as ONE.

If Gloria had enough energy left in her body, I could transmit directly to her rather than going between you and Gloria’s Helper; but she’s not ready for that anyway. She would misunderstand and think she was hearing voices or think I was another personality. This morning I am able to take energy, but not full energy. I couldn’t do that. I am allowed just so much energy;  I couldn’t take over her personality. This comes from her soul, like when you peel an onion and get different layers. The soul is the same way. You can get to different parts of the soul and this is where I come in. I couldn’t take over her personality; she was born free with free choices. This is where multiple personality goes wrong—tries to change person’s thoughts and personality. Hypnosis allows me to have access to the core of her ‘spirit.’ I mean that’s one part, might make it clearer. I get very excited when I can make someone open minded about things. Not in a glorified way. It’s my job; I took it on because I wanted to. I didn’t have to. I didn’t know if it would work, or not, but now I know it will and I am very excited about it. I hesitate to use the word ‘spirit’ because it’s part of herself. It’s not really a ‘spirit’ but herself as a whole, and it’s herself uniting herself with all the parts of the system. People would not understand the word ‘spirit’ where this is concerned. Be assured I won’t lead you wrong or astray; you will in time come to understand fully. It may be better for you not to get too curious about me for your own peace of mind. It may put doubts into your mind. Main ingredient of our work is faith. No doubts our work can progress. Every human being has guides and a guardian angel, but not like me. I am another part of Gloria who she opened her mind to. I took a lot of Gloria’s energy this morning—feel a little guilty about that. Guess she didn’t eat breakfast before she came down here.”

The Guardian

Healing and Sacred Resources

hypnotherapy, supernatural

The Guardian

“I believe I have said this before, but it’s worth repeating. The patient’s resources stop where the therapist’s beliefs stop. It is critical that the therapist have an open mind and complete faith in the patient’s deeper resources. The most formidable and potent resources must be approached with respect, taken seriously and accepted on faith. Understand the information and knowledge shared with the therapist is entirely dependent on his or her level of development, their ability to properly use what is communicated for the patient’s or therapist’s benefit and welfare, and the level of trust and belief the resource has in the therapist. The success of their bond and their mission is founded on mutual trust, respect, and faith in each others abilities and potentials. Remember this!”

 

Aagaatar the Stargirls Nemesis

aliens, horror, science fiction

Jill mutely stood in the background transfixed by the size and appearance of Aagaatar, who appeared ten feet tall. He was a eunuch, with two powerful arms—one human, the other a horrendous looking black claw. His hulking, muscular body was a brilliant green with bold black streaks. A misshapen predator, she thought, perhaps a product of genetics gone amiss.

Red antennae that bristled at their torment crowned his massive head. His face was bizarrely humanoid, except for his large insect eyes. Protruding from his massive chest were teeth sharp ripsaw that viciously snapped. Jill cringed at the whirring sound . . . imagining it ripping and tearing flesh . . . made to tear a body apart while his soulless black eyes stared through her. A hellish adversary she shuddered involuntarily.

Aagaatar’s acidic voice startled her. “You are my servants sent to fulfill my Final Solution.” He raised his black claw and the Golden Star materialized. “The power of the Universe—naively delivered to me by misguided puppets. When I’m through with you, you will regret you were ever born—” But before he finished, a deadhead collided with Lyn. She saw blood oozing through her sleeve.

“Come, children of Aagaatar, let me show you the fruit of your malignant planet.” He waved his black claw and blinding light descended around them; they vanished. Lyn lost sight of the others while the light swirled around her. Her mind stretched like a rubber band until she felt it would snap—she lost consciousness.

Fear and Ignorance are but man-made Limitations

hypnotherapy, supernatural

“Hypnosis’ is a means to reach the unconscious mind after a state of relaxation by self-induction, but with the help of the hypnotist. When used wisely, this can allow problems or blocks to be released—or clarified. But be sure you like each other’s vibrations, and a bond of trust must exist between the two involved. I am sure you know all this—just to remind you why you can make great progress with Gloria. Some day you will understand this a lot better.

People are learning that fear and ignorance are but man-made limitations. It behooves all to improve psychic abilities. Shun discouragement. In important work there are backwards steps as well as progress.

Gloria has attracted confused and weakened souls all her life, like bees to pollen; and these souls gathered strength and insight because of her understanding. I was one of those souls; all that I am, I owe to her.

Remember, share the interests. You are providing the tools of growth that will mean the difference of a role of a normal person and that of a being who will be capable of soaring wondrous heights.”

The Guardian

The Stargirls face Garlig’s Deadly Gauntlet

aliens, fantasy, science fiction, Starlight Destiny

Chapter 34; pg. 204-205

DAZED AND CONFUSED by fantastic tidal-gravitational forces and stomach-turning vertigo, the Stargirls struggled for breath as they plummeted in a graveyard spiral. They fell and fell and fell until they lost all sensation of falling, and a peculiar state of stupefaction beset them.

They were unable to discern if they were traveling beyond the speed of light, frozen in space-time, or stretched beyond the laws of physics. They had the sense they were moving and not moving at the same time, feeling weightless as they crossed the boundary of an event horizon. The sudden sweeping view within the black hole mesmerized them; it was astounding and disorienting. Everything appeared distorted as they accelerated towards its singularity—it was unavoidable.

Their eyes, like fun house mirrors, bent light as they entered the strange world of quantum gravity. They entered a nightmarish spiraling tunnel that ripped a hole in the fabric of the universe. Space-time broke apart as an unknown dimension opened to some cursed destination.

Suddenly, they erupted from the gravitational field and tumbled on a sand swept surface, into still, mystifying blackness. Ali felt for injuries and groped in the darkness then hollered, “Is everyone OK? Where in the Hades are we?” but before anyone could answer.

Massive bonfires erupted, surrounding them. The raging fires exposed a hostile barren landscape, choking with sulfur dioxide. Out of the acrid smoke, tormented inhuman cries pierced the thin air, sending shivers up Jill’s spine. Grotesque dreamlike forms bounded across the dark terrain, casting fearsome silhouettes on the desolate ground that shook from their vast numbers.

Jill’s eyes widened; she felt spellbound by the horrifying sight. She swallowed hard and yelled, “Cover your backs,” as the horde of death and cold-blooded screams came closer.

Ali cried, “In God’s name, what is it?”

“We’ll soon find out,” Jill muttered. They formed a circle with their backs to each other to face the terror bearing down on them. Out of the smoky haze, a fierce army of yellow, gleaming eyes and fiery bodies appeared, as beastly cries turned to ghastly growls.

An enormous beast crashed through the bloodthirsty horde and stood on hind legs, violently shaking its flaming head, roaring to the heavens. It stopped and fixed its hellish gaze on them. It inhaled their blood scent and roared again, breaking into a swinging stride to attack, sending the swarm into a frenzied charge.

Jill shouted, “Take out the leader.”

“With what? Our bare hands, spit, or throw sand in its blazing eyes,” Mad angrily asked

When a startling voice like an angel’s rose high above the mayhem and proclaimed, “Sometimes spiritual healing means death—but not today—at least, not ours.” A towering-tsunami then encircled them.

They watched, fascinated, while a black orca fin sliced through the devastating wall, causing the soaring blue lapis sea to quake and crash down, washing the gruesome beasts and hellfire away— For a fleeting moment, the Stargirls stood exultant, amazed at Sade’s hidden Star power—then the incredible scene and terrifying reality they had survived transformed. The gauntlet’s inescapable theme of death repeated—against their will.

Their horrifying ordeal was far from over, as pitch-blackness engulfed them again, but with a demoralizing twist. The inkiness slowly turned ghostly light, as luminous stars filled the blackness. The Stargirls had no time to ponder their good fortune when a hailstorm of deadly meteorites crashed down around them. (end of post)

Guardian Speaks: “There are those who have been ill, or in misfortune for so long, they are afraid to get well…”

spirit guide, supernatural

“Because it would hurt too much to think about things she had managed to wrap up the biggest part of her life in healing self-induced amnesia, she buried it all in the back of her memory. When I tried to reach her and failed, I knew the griefs of childhood persist where others fade. Inside the woman talking so calmly in a polite tone is a small child who has never been given love, never has known why, and has carried a lifelong burden of guilt and rejection because of the horrors that came with the people who entered that life. It is all complicated but it will fall into place. Do not make the mistake of thinking it will be easily done—but it will be done!

Gloria is receptive to healing treatments which attract harmonious vibrations into her life. Sometimes she forgets this until a need arises. Such is this day! For two days now she has pushed off reality deliberately. I can do no more than to say to you that two harmonious energies will always be better than one; two spiritual seekers may accomplish anything. You will literally be able to refashion, reshape and get reality to be harmonious with Gloria’s life.

There are those who have been ill, or in misfortune for so long, that they are afraid to get well; yet those are the ones who would become far happier than others who have not been fortified by trials. Such is this case. Be an open channel for love—the main ingredient—for then a healing will automatically take place.

Regard a mistake as an experience, not as darkness but as dawn. A failure conquered is a lesson in life. I remind you that the problem of tomorrow cannot be solved without the experience of today. This world is really blind—hypnosis was quackery, the first operation, and the development of ether—everything has to have a first start.

Gloria’s very weak, but she is not insane. Do not be alarmed by what she says. If Gloria’s Helper thought logically, there would be things she wouldn’t say. I’ll try not to get myself mixed up in this but only tell you where you make mistakes. It’s your talent—otherwise, I would be like a mother trying to solve a problem for her daughter.”

-Guardian