Aissa and Marie were becoming the best of friends through their daily regression sessions. They were reliving the most joyful parts of Aissa's early childhood. Because Stella was in a perpetual state of hiding and moving, a lot of the memories they explored were of car rides where Aissa and Asante sat in the back seat of her Nissan Sentra playing games and taking in the majestic scenery, while Stella sang, told stories, and drove. Yet, they hadn't seen the ever-elusive black notebook, it had been six months.
The time did give Aissa the opportunity to dive into study with Obadias. They scoured some of the most ancient religious, political, and scientific texts of the world.
"So, you mean that the advent of Christ is contingent upon the awakening of man into The Now?" Aissa asked.
"Yes, the kingdom in which He speaks of returning for is alive in all of us, just hidden and disguised by the veil."
"And The Sephiren is working diligently to keep this truth as well as other realities hidden from man's visage."
"But why, in my training with The Sephiren, they deemed their motives to be in the pure interest of human civility?"
"Ultimately it comes down to control, if there were a true peaceful utopia on earth, the veil would be useless and The Sephiren would no longer have a purpose, without which they wouldn't exist. This new age where mankind will be elevated to his intended purpose aligned with Source will begin with The Aurora," Obadias and the others were convinced that either she or Asante was The Aurora spoken of. She wasn't sure what she believed at this point.
Besides falling deeper and deeper into the realm of true reality, Aissa also was falling deeply in love with Obadias. She wasn't sure of how he felt about her because he was genuinely open and sincere with everyone. She couldn't tell when she looked into his gorgeous eyes whether they were connecting with her soul the way she seemed to be connecting with his.
She was reflecting on all of this while mesmerized by the morning sunrise just beyond the garden on the cliff of the Palisades home when two strong hands grasped her shoulders from behind.
"Morning Girl Blue," Obadias She thought, breathing in his presence. He was referring to her favorite Stevie Wonder song that she had been playing in the house, morning, noon, and night for the past two days.
"Morning, Rasta!" She teased back as he was perpetually listening to Bob Marley on his headphones. He came around and sat next to her on the cliff.
"What you thinking about out here?"
"Oh, just stuff," she quietly answered.
"We will find the notebook and then we will find your sister and father."
"How do you know they are still alive?"
"The seer that led me to you, let me see both you and your sister but more than that, I have hope, and that same hope will guide you if you let it." He seemed to get shy at this moment.
"What is it?" Aissa waited with bated breath.
"You are the evidence of my hope for humanity and you are evidence of the hope for my heart."
Aissa stopped breathing for several moments.
"Heeyyyyy," shouted Marie as she approached. "Y'all ready for the day?" Aissa's heart screamed not just yet. Obadias got up as Marie sat down.
"Catch y'all later, I know you've got to get into it."
Aissa put her head down.
Marie finally caught on and on offered, "I'm pretty off for a telepath, huh? I ruined it, didn't I?"

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T.O.R.N.: There's Only Right Now
Science FictionDr. Asante Argueta's life is the model of control and order. From her meticulous San Francisco apartment to there flawless career as an accomplished heart surgeon, everything is as it should be. So when her wealthy bypass patient makes a large dona...