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Illuminating the Path | Journey Begins Pt. 3

 

 

Her intuition is keen to select the perfectly aligned tools for the journey as 2020 is a year to pay close attention. Perce is listening to the inner pull that tells her consciousness that opportunity is present and it is transient.

 

She smiles as she begins, for the process brings her home. It is the closest sense to what she would liken as home.

 

 

Aldwine looks to Persephone awaiting her cue.

 

Perce embodies strong feelings of sovereignty calling her inner power to express itself. She draws upon strength that lies deep within spaces that are not accessed often. She values them; therefore, she uses them wisely.

 

The sense grows as power from within travels without as well. Her body warms, she smiles gratitude. Beginning her manifestation of an object to represent, she places hands to the heart and power center. Then quickly creates fists that she slowly raises to the sky. Palms facing front, they begin to burn.

 

Perce doesn't let go. Looking down slightly harnessing power within, she draws earthly vibrations up through her body toward her palms.

 

As her hands feel as if they will melt from heat, they fill. She holds a simple wooden staff. Perce looks up to the scepter and smiles before bringing in down resting one end on the ground.

 

She taps her staff thanking the planet for aligning with her intentions providing such a beautiful gift.

 

"Look Aldwine. How beautiful, yeah?" Persephone's carefully examining the exquisitely polished yew wood.

 

Aldwine admires what Perce has manifested. "It will support you as you integrate the past into wisdom, while also bringing you inner strength. Though I'm not so certain you need it." Aldwine is impressed by Persephone's ability to summon such a powerful wand.

 

"It will do indeed." Perce nods grinning placing her staff against the grotto's wall.

 

 

Steadying herself, Persephone looks to Aldwine who's anticipating her next call. It's his turn to nod. Perce returns a smile, and begins stretching and yawning as she brings herself back to center.

 

With a heel toe tip of the feet, she steadies into balance. Her hands to her heart and power center, her head bows in gratitude.

 

Next, she holds her hands out and begins slowly opening them mimicking opening a book. Her first opening results in not.

 

"Hmmm." Perce looks to Aldwine that actually shrugs. "Fine. I got this anyway."

 

She repeats the process. Her favorite book appears before her. Her Akashic records. "Lovely!" Perce responds and expresses a Whew! relaxing into the process.

 

She repeats the process and the beautiful rich hunter green leather book with gold embossed pages transforms to a deep purple book with silver embossing.

 

"Awesome. My wise-self, elders, ancestors and guides have arrived." Perce laughs. "Sweeeet!"

 

"Now be sure to maintain your concentration." Aldwine reminds her before she loses the precarious thread.

 

Perce quickly changes her features to reflect the tone of the process. With surety, she opens her hands once again. Her gorgeous purple leather tome transforms one last time to a light violet book. It is slim and its pages gleam as if they're pearl.

 

Perce is almost to tears. "The higher realms and souls collective has graced me with their presence. I didn't expect it. It's not often they attend."

 

She kneels to the ground in one fluid movement placing the book(s) on her lap. Her hands on top, she tips her head up eyes closed as she's in appreciation. Aldwine joins her by softly landing on her right shoulder.

 

 

A few minutes pass as they both are so pleased by the outcome. Smiling Perce begins to stir. Aldwine relocates as she rises. The book(s) take flight flitting about expressing personality.

 

 

Perce releases a sense of control over the objects she's summoned as they are her symbols to strengthen the anchor that will guide her through the sure process to manifestation. They need not be lead.

 

She looks to her feathered guide. "And now Luna. I want to recognize her as the cord throughout this entire process."

 

Aldwine's calm voice still rings of pride for his charge. "She knows." Perce's integrity and willingness to do the work, the practice needed to adept is inspiring.

 

The energy of great Goddess Moon moves. Controlling the tides as well as Persephone's illumination source of what lies within and without.

 

Perce's possibilities lie before her.

 

As the ebb and flow, the results are up to Persephone. She feels the heaviness of her intentions. They are deep. They are grand. The only way through is by going pro.

 

 

Part 4 tomorrow and so it continues.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 69 of 365 Orbit

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Illuminating the Path | Journey Begins Pt. 2

 

 

Quietly, Persephone requests support. Guidance that will extend throughout the intention's journey. A query from the what if, from the outer realms of consciousness.

 

Mindfully, she craft's her sigil.

 

This anchor will transform as the intention begins to rise from the depths revealing its true qualities. Smiling, she hums calming her vaso-vagal circuit. She feels quite happy though her ask is more complex than the simple emotional result that is happiness.

 

Even though, Perce's grateful for the sensation. Her eyes now to the sky, Persephone's hands raise upward. Joy transforms to a sense of fulfillment.

 

Slowly lowering her arms using her hands as wands, she targets the astral-designed fresco wall. Lines emerge.

 

She feels into what surfaces on the stone wall. Forty-five degree angles. A resting diamond. Four intentions now one symbol fully integrated as one.  

 

It is aligned.

 

Examining the symbol, Perce cocks her head to the side scrutinizing the geometric shape before her. She questions whether a cloven foot creature will be her guide.

 

 

No.

 

She senses the wind is crossing over her face as the rest of her body is covered with ritual garments.

 

Harkening from her Soul's tribe, her partner for this ride resides in the animal spirit world.

 

This soul flies.

 

 

Making an entrance, a striking snowy owl wings spread lands elegantly on the desk.

 

"And your name?" Persephone is smiling at the soft creature for she knows the wisdom this magickal being imbues.

 

"Aldwine." Almost as if she should have known, the spotted owl busies himself pulling on a tuft of feathers that needs grooming

 

Perce is pleased. "Of course it is. Do you own a monocle?" She's in a light joking mood.

 

"Don't be cheeky." He flaps his wings settling in.

 

"Just sayin'." Perce senses a smile from her feathered friend. "This is a deep process for me as my sun is in the middle of the Full Moon and Stellium. I'm challenged in keeping the energies square in my head."

 

"Tis your heart my friend. Your heart-space is infinite. Query your heart and power center with your mind." Aldwine's whistling sounds though Perce understands the communique as a translated feeling.

 

 

Aldwine knows what Persephone needs before she inquires. "Your tools. You must carefully gather your tools. They will serve you well throughout the process."

 

"I've been thinking about it… I mean going in and inquiring with both my head and heart-space. I'd like to keep it simple. There are just two items and of course dear Luna."

 

"It's time to begin their summoning." Aldwine draws nearer to Perce.

 

"So it is." Persephone smiles excited for her beloved magickal ritual processes as well as her kind and clever guide.

 

 

 

 

Part 3 tomorrow. See you then.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 68 of 365 Orbit

 

Ps- I will be going live next week to talk about Alchemy and how it inspires my fantasy Sci Fi writing. This new series is a reflection of the craft.

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Illuminating the Path | Journey Begins Pt. 1

 

The new moon is upon her. In just a couple of days, Luna will be at rest, dark. Persephone has a bit of work to do. As 2020 has just began. Not only is it the beginning of the year, but an opportunity to establish a solid foundation for the decade to come.

 

 

Having journaled exhaustively, Perce's brought her intentions to four. She selects four as it is a four year.

 

She has been with pencil and paper since the beginning of 12th Night.

 

Using the sweet retro blue and silver Cross pencil she was given for her high school graduation, everything is intentional at this point. The writing implement was a special gift from a distant aunt she so adored as a young child. The object has spent time with her. It knows her. The residue of past experience enhancing ritual elements are both her experience as well as her Aunt Mary's.

 

She asked. Then asked again writing until she found herself repeating the same words or expressing the same thought or feeling, but with other words. She hashed out her soul's purpose by honest assessment of what went well the year prior as well as what was not for her highest good. She then poured her golden thread of desire into the pages using her feeling body.

 

How she wanted to feel was her focus, as Perce allowed the images to surface reflecting the overwhelming sensations.

 

She doesn't hold back.

 

 

As always, "This or better." She whispers smiling as recalls the 12 days of integration, gratitude and forward focus.

 

A ritual she's practiced for several years.

 

 

As Perce understands the value of ritual, she's resting in her chaise lounge. She places a light blanket over her and begins by taking in several long drawn out yawns. She ever so slowly stretches.

 

With ease, she harnesses her calm centered ritual space.

 

With a deep inhale and exhale, she expresses her intention to transport her consciousness.

"There." Eyes already closed, her awareness soars into the sky.

 

Perce astral travels, the stars bright in contrast to the midnight blue atmosphere.  The course is set for her grotto so she relaxes into the experience open to discovering something new along the way.

 

She is not in a hurry nor is she taking her time.

 

 

Persephone discovered this space several years ago during meditation. She was so deep in her quiet space, she thought perhaps she'd fallen asleep. Just as she felt the impetus to begin rising by wiggling her fingers and toes, her mind's eye opened to reveal her cave.

 

 

She considers it has been with her for lifetimes.

 

It remains her particular locale in which to begin a journey of deep intention.

 

 

Though the process is a meditative one, she mindfully dresses in particular.

 

First, she dons her robes over a simple black shirt, pants and socks. The heavy robes are authentic vintage Masonic robes. She found her ritual garb in a vintage shop on Mill Avenue in Tempe, AZ many years ago.

 

Soft red velvet with gold and purple brocade. Embroidered gold metal leaves and tassels with sleeves that fall to the floor like a wizards. One by one, she intentionally buttons the mantle.

 

Perce wraps an antique golden shawl around her neck and covers her head with a black head scarf that's appliqued with gold.

 

Her last piece of ritual clothing are the gloves made of transparent cloth transforming her hands, specially.

 

 

Now that she's placed her awareness in the space of initiating intention, Perce, gathers time.

 

With a large brass sand filled hourglass, she marks her process.

 

If she has more than enough time, she knows the task is not complete. If she runs out of time, she realizes she is finished with the task. Most often, the hourglass is in tune with her timing or vice versa.

 

All is understood as right timing.

 

 

Standing in comfortable balance both feet strong and sure, Perce places her hands to her heart and power center.

 

Her head is lowered every so slightly, in lieu of toward the sky, as she is summoning from within.

 

She's prepared to call upon a guide.

 

 

And tomorrow

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 67 of 365 Orbit

 

Ps- I will be going live next week to talk about Alchemy and how it inspires my fantasy Sci Fi writing. This new series is a reflection of the craft.

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New Decade | New Vibe

 

Life accelerates

 

Be aware, present, ready

 

Accept your rewards

 

 

And tomorrow

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

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Day 66 of 365 Orbit

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Up the Drive | Intuit Terrace

 

The top down, her Miata breezes along the winding bayside road leaving Gig Harbor in the rearview mirror. The water on edge at times, Labradorite Bay hiding on occasion as she checks her vintage headscarf is secure.

 

"Not this time. I loved the deep red paisley and black scarf you stole of me last go." Persephone is in dialogue with softly rippling water.

 

Its sun spotted sparkling surface teases in return.

 

Soft black leather gloves grip the steering wheel for Perce enjoys hugging curves as much as her ride does. The heat below toasting her feet as the fresh chilly air brightens her pale skin. Morgenthals keep the wind from her keenly focused eyes.

 

An exceptionally long strand of deep red hair frees itself from her auburn silk scarf. Perce decides to give it its freedom for now as she's nearing the drive.

 

Silky shores promise juicy clams reminding her that she's steaming them this evening. She's craving the butter sauce he makes more than the clams. Those dreamy almost sunset evenings where she walks down the drive crossing the road and to the shore. Even though tis quite cold, she removes her shoes using the hand rake and her toes in turn. The plink of shells counting number.

 

Right blinker on, Persephone slows. Just behind a grove of Ponderosas is her disguised driveway.

 

Turning, she decides she'd like to write in company today.

 

Outside best.

 

 

Playing one of her favorite games, Perce brings the four sitting areas around the house deep into her mind's eye. She's discovering where he is sitting. Perce's sure he's outside for she knows his habits well. He will be in the fresh air either in sun or shade.

 

She goes within to find his light.

 

First, she roams the expansive lawn below the house. The peaking sun, soft breeze and grassy smells communicate perpetual picnic. A wooden table, benches and chairs provide opportunity for candlelight lamps to illuminate a sustenance filled table seating all warmed by eager lively beings.

 

Empty.

 

She turns 360 to see if he's lying on one of the lounge chairs that appear to move about the lawn on their own guaranteeing that the entire verdant space catches its due sun nourishment.

 

Nothing, though not a surprise for he wouldn't be in a supine position this time of day. That's more of a late afternoon evening endeavor.

 

Next, she's mindfully climbs the back stairs to the back deck. Spiraling up to the second level which is actually the entry level from the front of the house, the Adirondacks sit empty.

 

Not one to tarry, her energy flies off the deck in swan dive form landing toward the side of the house where the garages stand. Just past the small buildings, she takes the shadowy pathway to the Faerie Garden that lies deep within the dense fern covered wooded space.

 

The path's sandy worn soil is moist. Perce breathes taking in the soil's earthy scent as Butterflies ride alongside. Smiling, Perce emerges to sun as she floats out into the Fae garden. The swirling pebbles and natural shrubbery that create the almost English looking garden space is empty.

 

"There's no trace of cigars. He's hasn't been here." Persephone's roaster is almost to the house. "Is he in the sun soaked Terrace Garden?"

 

Sunlight is not her favorite. The Northwest's bayside forests are lovely spaces for one that doesn't thrive in the sun.

 

She considers knocking on one of the tiny doors nestled at the base of the tall pines, but thinks better of it. She's currently driving as well after all.

 

Sending greetings with concurrent farewells, Perce's energy flies up out of the wooded garden and speeds toward the topside of the ridge front of the house where in the center of the circular driveway, sits a simple garden.

 

There lies a clean concrete pebbled platform with gray pots housing warm green trees and colorful shrubs. The butterflies have follow her.

 

Floating above the space, she spots her love. "Yes!" Perce's learned where his energy currently resides in space and time.

 

Mind's eye closes.

 

Gratitude.

 

 

Arriving at the circular drive, she parks outside.

 

Stepping out, pausing.

 

A cigar's smoke rises from the heavy crystal dish on the small round café table. The French Press is wrapped doubly with a thick dishtowel. His U-dub coffee mug, though large by standards, looks petite in his meaty hands. A spot of whiskey about half of finger left glows dark amber.

 

Perce's not surprised he's picked flowers. In a small Mason jar, beautifully arranged.

 

His ankle on knee, Keats is in hand. Overly large sunglasses sit on his nose as he turns pages.

 

She loves the tableau and decides to only disturb in right timing. Retrieving her grocery bag from the camel colored leather front seat, Perce heads into the house.

 

 

In the kitchen, she focuses on the groceries. It's the journey as well as the destination today.

 

Deep dark chocolate with fresh strawberries from her favorite chocolatier emerges from a paper brown bag. The strawberries in a bowl go into the fridge. The dark chocolate on the ceramic platter that houses teas, chocolates, small cookies and treats.

 

A baguette wrapped in paper on counter with cheese and pâté from the deli into the cooler. The two bottles of Veuve Clicquot into the wine chiller.

 

And she's out the door.

 

Directly to garden.

 

 

He looks up from the book sitting on his lap, cigar now in hand. Pushing his sunglasses up onto his head, he nods.

 

Smiles exchanged.

 

She kisses him on his emerging bald spot and sits in the adjacent chair folding her legs.

 

As he returns to his book, she opens her perfectly sized Acer laptop and begins tapping the letters.

 

 

 

Seeing you tomorrow

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 65 of 365 Orbit

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Re-approach | Meet Cute

 

The flight from Flagstaff to L.A. is just over an hour. She's been readying for meetings and taking time to write her finger speeding across letters as her is heart and mind are ever telling tales. She may be out of pocket for a couple of days so she empties that bottomless space as best she can.

 

"Hopefully," Persephone muses. "One meeting leads to another."

 

Her phone signals the Uber driver has arrived at the sidewalk. One last check and Persephone is out the door, her rolling case humming down the sidewalk toward her taxi.

 

 

Tarmac.

 

The small plane welcomes travelers. Perce is equipped with ginger chews and table waters for she knows the drill. Sometimes it is a breeze and other small plane rides, a real roller coaster. Not into thrill rides so much, she smiles an intention talking to her nether world people.

 

Then climbing the stairs, she yawns bringing equanimity to the neuro-networks.

 

Usually, she works when flying as writing flows in higher altitudes. This time, she's decided to just chill: nap, look out the window, doze.

 

Through the odd shaped door, she spies a dark head of hair next to her empty seat. Her spirits fall a bit for Persephone's not up for small-talk effort.

 

Flagstaff a small mountain community, "At least I don't believe I know him." Perce ponders while taking her seat stowing, buckling, getting comfortable her head intentionally facing the small window.

 

 

"Hello P." a deep soft gentle voice from a long time past.

 

Persephone slowly turns with a curious look upon her face.

 

He smiles. "You know me."

 

"Uh, yes I do." She's picturing him on stage, his guitar hanging, long hair and Doc Martins.

 

"Well?" he's asking if that's going to be all.

 

She shakes her head out of her college daze. "Uh, hi." She smiles her head lowered a bit. "The last time I spoke to you was the '89 earthquake San Francisco. You somehow got through before the lines all went down. You played and sang to me. It was sweet."

 

He's now facing her as his foot slides out into the aisle. "Wow. Your memory."

 

"Don't you remember it? It was a beautiful song, original."

 

He uses his long fingers to tick his hair behind one ear. "Yeah, yeah. Of course I do."

 

Perce notices the familiar move. "He's older, yet the same," she considers.

 

He continues. "By the way… that's my seat."

 

 

"Oh, no it's not. I always prefer a window seat. I asked specially." Persephone has her hands on the armrests as she's taking ownership of said space.

 

"No worries. You can have it." He smiles looking at the grip she has going.

 

"I don't need permission for sitting in my own seat." Perce's calm, yet determined to not be beholden.

 

Responding to her obstinate reply, he volleys. "I'll tell ya what. You can have it for the flight. I'll just take it for the landing."

 

"Uh, no. That's not going to work." She pops a ginger chew in her mouth. The conversation is making her a bit queasy. "Why are you going to L.A. any way. Isn't your family in Ahwatukee? And your Dad has a plane, yeah?"

 

"For work and yeah, for work." He answers two of the three questions.

 

 

"Work? You still playing music?" she attempts a redirect.

 

He is enjoying the game, but decides to let it go watching her chew like mad on whatever she's got in her mouth. He was hoping to commandeer the aisle seat anyway.

 

He teases. "So you don't follow me."

 

Persephone senses the win, smiles and replies. "Nope. I don't stalk people I knew from college. Do you?"

 

"It's not stalking when you see their work everywhere. Good on you by the way. I enjoy it. It's awesome." He wasn't sure when it was best to state the obvious.

 

"Say… thanks. I'm glad to hear it." She loves that he's not interested in rehashing the past. Memory lane can be very dull as no one is as they once were. The crème is in who they've transformed into.

 

 

Perce's sits back, pauses and smiles. She's pleased to small talk.

 

 

Be seeing you tomorrow

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

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Day 64 of 365 Orbit

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Take Flight | Freak Flags

 

During Capricorn season, we can be challenged with a sense of worthiness

 

When it surfaces, we may respond by guarding our authentic selves. We resist, not allowing our beautiful light - unique light to shine.

 

 

Let your freak flag fly.

 

Shine on!

 

 

See you tomorrow.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 63 of 365 Orbit

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Star Profiles | Earthbound #2

 

Unique souls Series

 

A trains passes the platform as she stands tall awaiting as needed. Time is a comfortable construct knowing that good timing is right timing.

 

Using the subway is not necessary, but it she shows up as one that uses resources carefully.

 

Others notice her as they make their way onto the train. She has that sense about her that's interesting and curious.

 

 

Taking her seat, she does not bother to bring her book out for she notices others around her are better suited to sitting. Smiling she stands and one who might prefer to sit takes the comfortable seat. She doesn't consider them allowing them to do and be.

 

Communication cords rely on the same vibration as her voice reflects compassion. Others know they can be themselves around her.

 

 

While watching out the window, something surfaces. She can't quite put her finger on it. She can feel the impetus to flee.

 

Pausing…. She asks within, curious. Listens. Now aware, she makes a conscious choice.

 

Knowing running is not for her highest good, she goes within at the first sign of flight checking in on the feeling body whenever urge arises.

 

This is a habit.

 

She stays the course.

 

 

Stepping out, she's underground much like how abundance shows for her as it is mostly outside of conscious reach.

 

She takes the staircase up to the streets above.

 

She realizes that remaining on task taking steps toward progress supports her dreams as her wealth has already been attained for it lies within.

 

The subway is crowded, timing and patience serve her well.

 

 

She takes in a fresh breath of air atop the stairs.

 

When her soul senses freedom, she consciously manifests abundance as she knows her purpose well having access to the watery realms of all.

 

She remains true to herself. She does not lie to herself.

 

Progress is assured.

 

 

The streets are crowded, her Power, passion and vision aligns serving her well when hubris remains silent.

 

She's precise with conscious intent.

 

Steady as she goes.

 

 

With faith, she expands trusting timing harnessing the beauty of soul.

 

Who she is in spirit is lovely.

 

 

Through the door, she's arrives at her destination as dreams support her journey.

 

She's fastened to her dreams with a deep passion.

 

Subconscious power and expansion in space of growth allow her dreams to thrive.

 

This will endure.

 

Earthly realms are solved and resolved via embodiment and alignment of a trooper in action, a charming diplomat and a precise worker.

 

She collaborates with others on similar journey, in tune with abundance in their lives, willing to do the work in a healthy harmonious manner.

 

 

 

Prose astrology reading of one unique soul.

 

And tomorrow.

 

Cheers and best,

Chere

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 62 of 365 Orbit

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Soft Footsteps | Stealing Library Pt 4

 

Maintaining eye contact with the book, Hazel decides how to reach the now concrete colored book. She figures it's caught so it may as well be identifiable.

 

"You had to steal yourself all the way up there?" Hazel talks directly to the book.

 

Tripping over Amelia as she has her nose to the ground sniffing, her canine is on the job as well. Hazel's tickled that Amelia is as interested in procuring the book as she is. Looking around in search of a ladder, Hazel realizes that the wooden staircase is missing.

 

"I'm not giving up that easy." This time talking to Amelia.

 

Amelia wags her tail then returns to sniffing about spending most of her time over by the door.

 

Though it's not ideal, Hazel realizes that her dad's chair is the only object that will get her closer to the book.

 

"Don't you move!" Her eyes trained on the book, voice clear and a bit stern.

 

Rolling the heavy chair to the bookcase, she attempts to get it as close to the polished shelving as she can. Pushing against the case, she checks to see if the rolling chair is stable. Satisfied, Hazel climbs back into the chair. This time, she stands extending herself as much as possible. She's about 18 inches from her goal.

 

Stepping onto the shiny wooden arm, the chair swivels. With a thud, Hazel finds herself on the floor. Amelia trots over to check, licking Hazel.

 

"I'm fine girl. Thank you though." Hazel wipes her face with the back of her hand all the while her eyes not leaving the book.

 

 

Rubbing her stinging hip, she thinks she's noticing the book moving ever so slightly.

 

"Oh no you don't!" Hazel climbs back up on the chair and then continues with her momentum climbing the shorter bookcase next to the ceiling height case the book is nesting in.

 

Quickly, she moves until she's got one foot on the short bookcase and another on a shelf below the book. With a thrust, she extends and locks onto her target. The book is icy cold. Hazel ignores the pain not letting up on her grasp.

 

"Ouch! Geez." Hazel now has both feet on the lower bookcase. She jumps onto the chair and then to the floor in almost a single move. Landing, she falls to her knees burning them on the rug.

 

Dropping the book, she quickly steps on it. Her foot solidly placed over her reward, she feels the chill through her leather soles.

 

"There. You stay there." Hazel rubs her bright red knees her fingers still stinging from the cold.  Her cool fingertips feeling good on her rug burned skin.

 

 

Amelia sniffs around the pinned down book and takes off quite intentionally. She's returned to the door sniffing and lightly scratching about.

 

Hazel decides to investigate the book from the big desk chair. Placing the book under her arm, she shivers. Going straight for the chair that's still hugging the bookcase, Hazel pushes the seat back to its proper place.

 

She keeps the book within her space as she climbs up into the desk chair.  After a balancing act, she's on her sore knees so that she can reach the desk. Placing the book on the leather top. The dark green of the desk pad seems to change the book's color a bit.

 

Hazel realizes it's attempting an escape. "Nope. You stay here with me. I'll let you go as soon as I'm done. No harm. I'm just really curious!"

 

She tries to open the book, it's frozen shut. "Geez! No!" Hazel feels deflated.

 

Amelia begins to whine from the left side of the desk. Hazel looks to her friend. This causes a very wide smile to reflect on Hazel's face.

 

 

Amelia has an Art Deco style star in her mouth. She stands on her hind legs to reach Hazel's hand.

 

Reaching down to grasp the warm star, "Where did you get this?"

 

Hazel's eyes look to toward the space Amelia has spent much of her time in. The door is missing a carved golden star in the center just above the bottom of the door.

 

"How'd you do that? Wow… you are amazing Amelia" Hazel sends her an air-kiss not wanting to let go of the book or the star.

 

Amelia jumps up onto the roomy chair and places her front paws on the desk. Gesturing for Hazel to use the star. Hazels wants to do her part and get it right as Amelia has certainly done hers.

 

She carefully places the star on the book. The book begins to absorb the star, the light dimming. Hazel quickly grabs the star. It responds by warming quickly. Amelia appears to be shaking her head.

 

"Yeah. Wasn't such a good idea was it?" Hazel's responding.

 

She decides to sit back on her heels. Amelia lays down in the chair and snuggles in.

 

Hazel keeps her frosty right hand on the book while she brings the star to her lap and asks. "Thank you beautiful tool. How am I to use you?"

 

 

Using her mind's eye to solve the puzzle, Hazel's firing intuition brings Amelia to a stand.

 

Opening her eyes, "Amelia! I trace a star."

 

Amelia's paws return to the desktop. Hazel slowly traces a star on the cold book using the warm star clutched in her small hand. The book turns a golden leather with deep blue stars surrounding its edges. The star in Hazel's hand disappears.

 

Amelia spies a pulsing light and whimpers to Hazel. Hazel follows her dog's eyes to the door. The light fades, the star transformed into a golden engraving.

 

 

"So that's how it's done." She winks and scratches Amelia's back.

 

Amelia wags her tail and licks Hazel's arm. She circles the chair cushion and lies down for a nap, exhausted. Hazel looks to the shimmering book that's inviting her to open the cover.

 

Hazel's face glows as she opens the book and begins reading. The moving pictures and simple prose tell a story of one's spirit.

 

A lion pounces about as the book explains how laughter and play must be maintained throughout a lifetime. Hazel can't help but smile and giggle in return.

 

The book continues encouraging those that 'see,' a third eye blinks at Hazel, to take on the quest to know thyself. Hazel's third eye responds, her consciousness not quite ready to absorb the wisdom.

 

Hazel breathes and continues. She sees light beings coming to together and separating in an ebb and flow fashion. The last page reads. "Life is meant to be shared and enjoyed."

 

 

Closing the book, Hazel yawns and stretches. She sighs filled with energy, yet very tired. Scooting off the chair, Amelia's right behind her. Taking the book off the desk, Hazel walks to the same bookshelf and returns the book. This time at eye level. The book disappears a pulse of light on the highest shelf indicates its destination. The golden leather fades to its quiet concrete color.

 

Hazel looks up sending gratitude. The book responds with a shower of glittering light that falls down onto Hazel and Amelia.

 

For the first time in a long time, she's for a nap. Hazel leaves the library. Passing John, she waves thanks and heads for her bed to dream about what she's just discovered. Amelia trots alongside climbing the stairs in time with her friend.

 

The end.

 

 

 

Happy New Year!

 

Something new tomorrow. See you then.

 

 

Cheers and best,

Chere 

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 61 of 365 Orbit

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Soft Footsteps | Stealing Library Pt 3.

 

Just as John disappears into the salon with their mother, Hazel's small feet paddle to the library door. The familiar Art Deco style carvings stop her progress. She runs her fingers along the stars just as she had when resting on the staircase.

 

Stepping back, Hazel admires the pattern on the hefty wooden door. Placing her hands on her hips, she scans the pattern of carved stars. She senses they are a sign of the information that's housed on the other side.

 

Smiling, she gently pushes opening the quiet door. Passing over the threshold into the inky dark room, she switches on a dim lamp that stands tall just inside the room. The door slowly closes, ajar.

 

"That won't do." Hazel is keen to get this right the first go and quietly closes the library door. Effectively sealing herself in the space.

 

Another smile, this time of satisfaction. "There." She stands tall and flicks her fingers to the floor grounding herself aligning with the space.

 

 

Hazel clasps her hands behind her back and begins to patiently walk around the room. She surreptitiously glances about for the book while overtly examining the contents of the chamber-like space.

 

While continuing to access her inner compass, she stops on the navy blue tapestry rug reflective with golden stars. Leaning down to reach the fine threads, she feels the soft quality of silk. Amelia sniffs the carpet, sits and looks to Hazel. Her furry friend just as patient, Hazel hones in on the Art Deco stars that recede ever so slightly inviting her to trace the form once again.

 

Slowly rising still in the 'feels' of the warm carpentry, she harnesses her intuition yet again. While walking toward the pair of soft leather wingback chairs flanking a small table, she looks through her lashes scanning the shelves for her prize. Nothing stands out. So as to not to alert her target, for this book likes to roam the shelves, she takes a seat her feet dangling. Amelia jumps onto the other chair. In pretense, she plays with the Tiffany lamp sitting atop the sandwiched swirling burl wood table.

 

'Click. Click.'

 

Her scan of the room results in naught.

 

Feigning boredom she yawns and then, hops from her perch making her way to the huge wooden desk with leather desktop. The smooth hunter green leather is gilded in the star pattern. She climbs up onto the tufted black leather desk chair. Looking upward and about, she settles up on her knees. Still no sign. She senses she's close to discovering the tome. So as to focus, she takes a moment and traces the star pattern decorating the edges of the leather writing pad.

 

Hazel begins to hum and looks straight up while Amelia crawls underneath the desk and repeats her modus operandi for curling up under the desks. The dim lamps create a reflective quality in the stars above. Their precisely painted figures gleaming on the deep blue ceiling. She takes in a breath, they're truly beautiful.

 

She knows the ceiling is decorated, "Perhaps it's all the star tracing today…" She muses to herself.

 

While enjoying the beauty of the ceiling, Hazel moves her eyes in waves down to the ring of dark hardwood bookshelves that surround the space. With no windows only dim light to guide her, Hazel seeks the book intuitively. She's fully aware the book cover likes to shape shift replicating another reads in the collection.

 

Still nothing.

 

 

Getting down from the cushy desk chair, she rouses Amelia who crawls from her cozy space under the desk. Looking up, Amelia awaits her fast friend's next move.

 

Hazel decides it's time to break out her trusted spyglass. From her deep dress pocket, she pulls out the small black handle that houses a ring of magnifying glass on the other end.

 

"The best investment I've ever made." Hazel's polishing the glass talking directly to Amelia who wags her tail over the rug.

 

This past summer, Hazel worked in her father's offices at the mine. She isn't as keen on the house and kitchen activities as her older sister is. Once paid, she went to her favorite spy magazine finding the earmarked page that invited her into the Detective's Society. Her mail order came quickly with her very own official certificate, badge and spyglass.

 

Now armed with her trusted detecting tool using her mind's eye, she begins to conjure an image of the concrete colored trade size paperback book. About one inch thick…

 

Amelia wet noses Hazel's leg interrupting her process. Hazel loves and respects her comrade. She stops and looks to Amelia questioning.

 

"What's up Amelia?" Hazel coos wiping her leg and then, scratching her dog's velvety soft head. Amelia continues to look toward the door. "Okay. I'll check."

 

Hazel approaches the door and plants her ear on the thick wood. There's no sound. She opens the door a crack and extends her ear out the opening. Nothing.

 

"Nope. Sweets, we are good to go." She replies to Amelia's signal. The poodle attempts to stop Hazel and whimpers.

 

"I'm sorry Amelia. I don't understand." Giving her silky coat a rub.

 

Back to center, Hazel attempts to summon the book by describing everything she knows about it so far: color and size. She only has an inkling as to the contents. Holding up her spyglass she scans the shelves no longer concerned that she will be noticed.

 

Her first scan results in nothing so Hazel draws closer to the books. During her second slow methodical scan, she passes a sparkle. Quickly moving her spyglass back to the spot, the glowing book is no longer there.

 

"This is more difficult than I anticipated." Hazel's talking to Amelia again. Amelia whimpers and looks to the door.

 

"Do you want to go out?" Hazel opens the door enough for Amelia to squeeze through. Her furry friend doesn't move.

 

"Okay." Hazel smiles and returns to her quest.

 

A third pass, Hazel now knows what to look for. On the far wall, spyglass held out at arms-length, eyes on the prize, Hazel discovers a glittering form.

 

 

 

 

The tale's conclusion tomorrow. Well maybe… I know it's done when it 'tales' me it's done. J

See you then. 

 

 

Cheers and best,

Chere 

 

Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets

Day 60 of 365 Orbit

 

 

Ps- can you believe we've hit 60 days blogging every day already? Thank you for reading these little ditties. I appreciate you.

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