Little Bits of Karma
She led Holly into a small room with gleaming hardwood floors and two white leather chairs and a round wooden table. There were two windows in this room. Martina pulled down the shades to block the sun. There was a large wooden cabinet next to one of the windows. The room was practically empty.
“Have a seat Holly, and we will talk for a few minutes,” Martina said. The two women sat in the white chairs across from each other.
“So, you are here today for a past-life reading, correct?” Martina asked.
“Yes,” Holly replied.
“First, I want to tell you what will likely happen during this session. I go into a trancelike state, and my voice might change. I sometimes take on the behavior of whatever spirit guide is there to speak through me. Usually it is my spirit guide working together with your spirit guide to access your past lives. Each of us has spirit guides to help us in our earthly incarnations. Your primary spirit guide is assigned to you before reincarnating into your current body. As you go through life, the circle of your guides expands, depending on the work you need to accomplish. When you reincarnate, you go through a veil of amnesia, and as you learn and grow in this life, you wonder, what the heck am I here for?
“We come from heaven, a place of total love and happiness. Your enemies in this life are dear friends on the other side. By incarnating into physical bodies, you learn a deeper appreciation for good things and even the bad. The potential growth from experiencing the bad is tremendous. There is no ‘bad’ in heaven, and if you never reincarnate you won’t know the difference between good and bad. There are many wonderful worlds to advance to in heaven after your schooling on Earth and your incarnations are completed.
“We plan our lives before we are born, and our spirit guides are here to help us achieve what we came here to learn and do. They do this by giving us intuitive nudges in the right direction, although we don’t listen to them most of the time. They do their best to keep us on track and guide us for our own good.
“Today, we will be accessing an area of the spiritual realm called the Akashic Records. This realm contains detailed records of your past lives and the past lives for every soul who has reincarnated. Your thoughts, dreams, and actions are recorded for eternity. Do you have any questions before we start?” Martina asked.
“No, I understand. We can begin whenever you are ready,” Holly replied thinking . . . Even our thoughts are recorded for eternity? That’s embarrassing . . . Thank goodness not just anyone can access them.
“Okay. I will ask the guides to show the past lives that might resonate with you at this point in time,” Martina replied and became quiet.
It took several seconds for Martina to enter a trancelike state. She began to speak and the voice was not her own. A deep male voice was speaking with a distinct Middle-Eastern accent:
“Hello, Holly. My name is Kavi . . . I am your guide.”
“You lived a life in Atlantis and fell deeply in love with your college teacher. He was married and would not leave his wife. You became pregnant with his child . . .” The voice paused for a few seconds.
“You lived a life in India in 1500 BC. You were a man in that life, and we were brothers. Your name was Sanjay. We were devout Hindus and ran a spiritual center together where we helped people better their lives . . .” Again, he paused for a few seconds before continuing.
“I see a life as a Roman Gladiator during the year of 47 BC. You were a prisoner of war and forced into fighting for the Roman’s entertainment . . .” More silence.
“You were a baby left on the doorstep of a monastery in Ireland in the year of 816 and raised by monks. You died young, as the monastery was raided and burned to the ground by Vikings. The Vikings gang raped you before cutting off your head . . .” Still more silence.
“I see a life in Germany in the 1340s. You were a young boy and your mother was mean and cruel to you. You left home on the day you turned 16 . . .” The voice again paused.
“I see you and the man who was your abusive German mother. You are both on a Spanish sailing ship in the late 1480s. You are engaged in a fist fight and you kill him . . .” More silence ensued.
Tough Karma: A Race Against Time
Seven hours had passed since Mike shot her up with benzo, and they were a little over half-way to his hideout. As the effects started wearing off, she had a vivid dream . . .
. . . She is running through the woods, terrified because Mike is chasing her. She calls out frantically for Bryce over and over, trying to outrun her pursuer, “BRYCE, WHERE ARE YOU? HELP ME! HE’S GOT ME. PLEASE HELP ME!” She hears his voice echoing through the woods, “Amber, baby, I’m on my way to get you. Hang in there; I WILL find you”. . .
A sudden back-handed smack in the face jolted her awake. “SHUT UP!” Mike yelled. “Do you know that you talk in your sleep? Bryce isn’t coming to rescue you. He will never find you. Get that through your head right now.”
He’s surrounded by black, is that his aura?! That’s why I felt a dark heaviness around him and from the pictures I drew . . . the drugs are making me see things. Don’t backtalk, don’t let him know that Bryce knows where to find me . . . I have to survive this; I don’t want him to kill me . . . she thought and looked down at her hands. He had put the handcuffs back on . . . If I weren’t afraid of dying in a car crash or worse, I would attempt to hit him right now. I can do more with my arms and hands in front of me . . . “I have to pee again,” she stated choking back the tears and still feeling the sting from his slap.
“There’s a rest stop ten miles ahead. We’ll stop there. It’s time for another shot of benzo. If you try to put up a fight, I’ll make sure you hurt the rest of the way, badly,” he said coldly.
“Why are you doing this? Why me? Do you really think that you can abduct a woman and make her fall in love with you?” she asked trying to stay calm and thinking of Bryce’s voice from her dream . . . I wonder if that was really him communicating with me. I want to believe it was. Mike didn’t respond to her question and kept his eyes on the road. He wasn’t used to women behaving so calmly. Then again, he was handling her differently than the others and hoping for better results.
Ten miles seemed like forever to her, and they finally arrived at the rest area. She debated different scenarios of getting away from him and screaming for help. Her legs weren’t shackled, and her mouth wasn’t duct taped, yet. He seemed to read her mind and threatened her as he pulled into a parking space close to the restrooms. He drew a handgun from a side compartment in the door, shoving it into her stomach and said, “If you try ANYTHING, including screaming for help, I will gun down everyone I see, and innocent people will pay for your selfish behavior. I’ll make sure you’re killed along with the rest of them,” he threatened with the coldest look in his eyes she had ever seen.
She was getting angry and even though he had a gun shoved into her stomach she responded with disdain, “I don’t want anyone killed because of me, except for you!”
He just laughed and pushed the gun deeper into her stomach, making her wince in pain. “Keep talking like that and I’ll kill you before we get there,” he said. She decided to cooperate and try to escape at a later time. She didn’t think he would kill her this soon, but she was going to play it safe. He shot her up with more benzo and helped her walk to the restroom while he stood outside and waited. In her drugged state she looked longingly at the small windows in the restroom and briefly contemplated how she might escape through them, knowing that she would never make it. When she was finished, she stumbled out the door and he caught her before she hit the ground.
“Come on, honey, let’s get you home,” he said kindly putting his arms around her to help her stay upright. I hate you and your ugly aura . . . she thought and passed out a few seconds after getting into the Jeep.
Dark Karma: Sword of VengeanceLuke awakened before Rogue greeted the day, and noticed that Nina’s side of the bed was empty ... She’s probably in the bathroom. He thought how lonely it was to wake without her lovely, warm body pressed close to his. He glanced toward the bathroom and the door was open and the light turned off ... Maybe she’s in the kitchen. He listened for sounds, expecting to hear soft footsteps in the hall or faint noises from the kitchen ... nothing. Something felt wrong. Getting out of bed, he walked toward the kitchen. It was empty and dark except for a nightlight near the stove. His apprehension grew stronger, the entire house was eerily silent ... I better find her asleep on the lounger. Entering the sunroom he turned on the light and saw her lying on the
chaise lounge, dead. Her throat was slit and blood pooled on the area rug and hardwood floor.
“No! This can’t be happening, I’m dreaming!” he declared, rushing over to the lounger. Seeing her pale, lifeless body and vacant eyes staring up into nowhere was terrifying, and he convinced himself it had to be a lucid dream. “I know I’m dreaming, wake up!” he said to himself. Not being able to wake from what he thought was just a dream, he knelt down and touched her blood with the tip of his finger. He’d seen and touched enough blood in his life to know that this wasn’t fake.
“This isn’t real, this can’t be real! Who did this to you?” he sobbed, and for the first time in his life felt completely, utterly helpless and traumatized. Tears rolled down his face, he could barely breathe, and his stomach indicated he was going to vomit. He forced himself not to spill his guts, and even though her cold, dead body was lying in front of him, it still didn’t feel real. His emotional anguish and pain were acute, yet his mind kept telling him that this whole situation was wrong. Pinching and slapping himself hard, he tried desperately to awaken from this horrific nightmare. Something whispered to him in the back of his mind, something he should know, yet couldn’t remember what it was. The one word which came to him was “snow.” Even though it was still dark outside, he could see that there was no snow on the ground and no white flakes were falling from the sky. I’ve got to call the police ... Doing his best to remain rational, he began walking to the bedroom to get his phone when he heard pounding on the front door and a man’s voice shouting, “POLICE, OPEN UP!”
Clad in just his boxer shorts, he opened the door to find three cops and four patrol cars with their lights flashing so bright he was momentarily blinded.
“I’m glad you’re here, I was just going to ...” Luke wasn’t able to finish his sentence before the officer interrupted and another one slapped handcuffs on him.
“Luke Decker, you’re under arrest for the murder of Nina Perotti. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you
understand the rights I have just read to you?”
“Yes,” he replied between gritted teeth, growing angrier by the second.
“With these rights in mind, do you wish to speak to me?”
“I DIDN’T KILL HER! I LOVE HER!” Luke yelled at the top of his lungs. “I’M ALMOST NAKED, BAREFOOT, AND IT’S FUCKING COLD OUT HERE!”
“You shouldn’t have killed her then,” the officer calmly replied as he and another officer led Luke to a patrol car.
He was losing control, something which was normally second nature to him and that he had cultivated throughout his life. He fought to hold his tongue as they guided him into the backseat of the police car ... How do they know my name? He observed that the officers were
dressed in black from head to toe, wearing tall cowboy hats, cowboy boots, and each one was carrying and wearing their own personal arsenal of guns and ammunition. Once he was situated in the back seat, the officer pressed on the gas pedal and they went flying into an abyss.
Luke and Nina’s Wedding
February 14, 2015
Maddie couldn’t pull her eyes away from David’s adoring gaze. Before she had a moment to speak, he kissed her. She returned his kiss, opening her mouth to deepen the experience. When their lips parted, he still held her close and whispered in her ear, “Cara, my love. I never thought I would see you again.”
“Maddie… my name is Maddie,” she replied, breathless and shocked because the sexy man from her dreams had called her Cara too, although she never saw his face. She realized she should feel insulted because he had been brazen enough to kiss her and then call her by another woman’s name, but she wasn’t.
“Maddie, please forgive me, but I know that you are her. Don’t you feel the connection between us?”
Loosening herself from his embrace, though still gazing into his eyes she took a deep breath. “My middle name is Cara. And yes, I feel like I’ve known you before. Whether or not I’m the reincarnation of your Cara, I don’t know. Although, I’ve had dreams about you for the
past several weeks.”
He replied with an affectionate smile, “Maddie-Cara, I think that on some level you knew we would find each other. From the first time I saw you back in the 14th century, to the day I was imprisoned in the dark realm, you have lived in my dreams and in my heart. I know this is
all so very sudden, and you have no recollection of a past life with me. I don’t mean to be so forward with you; it’s just that I wasn’t expecting this. When Nina showed me your picture it was all I could do to stay composed. I was stunned because you are the exact image of Cara.
I didn’t think you would look so much like her in person. I thought perhaps I was seeing what I wanted to see. But your voice, the way you walk, your facial expressions, your height and figure… you and Cara are one and the same.”
She loved the way he said her nickname and middle names together. “Did you tell Nina about this?”
“No,” he answered shaking his head. “I only said that you looked like someone I used to know, and Noah asked if that was good or bad. I just shrugged my shoulders and changed the subject because I didn’t want to talk about it. The pain from losing you… I… I mean Cara, is
still so fresh. I was mourning your death when I was sent to the dark dimension.”
“How did Cara die?” she asked.
He hesitated a moment, eyes glazing over as he thought about Lily Nolan, the evil witch who’d poisoned Cara because he had fallen in love with her and spurned Lily’s affection. He was about to reply when Noah walked into the room and said with a grin, “I thought I would find you two here. Maddie, your mom is looking for you.”
David was thankful for Noah’s interruption; it bought him time to consider his response to her question more carefully. Although he wanted to tell her the tragic story, this was a happy occasion and he didn’t want to spoil it for her. After what Maddie had gone through the previous night, he now wanted her to have a good time at her sister’s wedding and forget her troubles for a while. When she asked him again later how Cara had died, he told her she was poisoned by a jealous and bitter woman, then swiftly changed the subject to get Maddie to talk more about herself. He had a good reason for delaying the inevitable. Would she still want him once he’d told her the truth?
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