Ascension Seekers
Book Six
of
The Levels of Ascension
Amy Proebstel
Copyright © 2018 by Cavaliers Publishing
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Books in
The Levels of Ascension
Series
Book One: Outside Ascension
Book Two: Inside Ascension
Book Three: Ascension Quest
Book Four: Ascension’s Call
Book Five: Answering Ascension
Book Six: Ascension Seekers
Book Seven: Ascension’s Lure
Dedication
This book is dedicated to my friends and family. You all have been so supportive in helping me carve out time in our busy lives to write and encouraging me to keep going. I’ve been so inspired by all of your thoughtfulness, and I hope it shows in my writing.
To the readers of this series, I greatly appreciate all of your kind words, amazing reviews, and support along the way. None of this would be possible without your enthusiasm for the world of Tuala.
Table of Contents
Preface
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
People
Places
Time
Definitions
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Preface
VISIONS, PROPHECIES, AND intuition are all used to allow the people to have dreams, hope, and perspective throughout life’s complicated situations. Not every individual will be able to access all, or even one, of these skills. However, those who do are well able to use their talents and knowledge to enhance the lives of others. It has been my desire for the people with these abilities to share their talents with their fellow citizens. Likewise, those without these talents should seek to assist, nurture, and protect those who do.
Visions often come to people as a dream while they are sleeping or as a waking inspiration. Most people dream at night. If they were to pay more attention to these dreams, they would have more clarity of purpose in their lives. I have often sent dreams to people with the hope they would take action on their innermost desires. However, I have also given free will to my people so they must choose on their own.
The waking visions are often seen as more accurate or special simply because of the timing and impact on the person having the revelation. The waking dreams may have more impact simply because the person experiencing it is fully alert and aware. This aspect may allow the person to stop and take notice of the details rather than discount them as a fancy of the subconscious. While waking dreams are more unique, I do not believe they have any more validity than the sleeping visions. Keep this in mind when you are directing your students and subjects.
Prophecies are also available to all people, yet only some will allow the words to be known. Those who hoard their knowledge of things to come will not find favor or even satisfaction with their own lives. They will discover, in time, the withholding of information will actually negatively impact the prophecy they were gifted to share. Encourage your subjects to have open communication with you so you may direct them to do the right thing. This will create a bond with everyone in the community which will only make the people closer. They will feel a connection with the prophecies and will work together to bring about their fulfillment. Hope for the future will make the populace inspired to do great things for the greater good.
Finally, we have the greatest gift of intuition. I have instilled this quality into the hearts and minds of all of my children. Intuition directs people to gravitate toward some people and away from others. This allows the people to know who should be trusted and who should be avoided. It is not intended to alienate people, quite the opposite, it is designed to allow people to know how they should change themselves to adapt and be able to fit in with society. When the mindset of the people is of one accord, greatness can be achieved.
My most fervent wish for the people of this world and of all of the others I have created is for the people to work together, combining and encouraging one another’s unique strengths, to make everyone healthy and happy. There is enough talent and resources to achieve greatness for all, where everyone would feel appreciated, useful, content, and fulfilled. When this can be accomplished, then we will have the perfect world. Only at this point will all become one.
Excerpt from the Elder’s Instructional Guide
Chapter One
AMANDA HELD THE samara in her hands as she turned and looked at her mother. She had seen so many visions of what was to come and now she knew what her next step should be in her journey.
“What is that thing, Amanda?” Diane asked. She had been worried when her daughter had remained immobile for so long while holding the strange clear, crystal skull.
“This is a samara, Mom,” Amanda said as she continued to hold it in both of her hands, completely amazed because she had found it in the first place. Coming to the Cannon Memorial Asylum had merely been based on a hunch from her memories on which she had followed up. She had hoped to find a clue to lead her to a samara, instead she had found the object itself.
“What is a samara?” her mother asked with a skeptical expression on her face. She looked up from the strange object to her daughter’s face. Amanda looked positively radiant, healthier than she had looked since before her seven-year coma, in fact.
“There is a legend in Tuala about there being thirteen of these skulls. Each samara was given to a different individual to hold through time to keep it safe until they would be needed again. We believe with the revelation of the new prophecy that these samaras are the keys to the success of a
ccomplishing the prophecy.”
Amanda had tried to simplify the complicated task for her mother, but she was sure it would only lead to more questions. At the moment, she knew the stone in her hands was the reason for her coming to this facility. Since she had custody of the object, they should probably leave before someone questioned them. “I think we should get out of here, Mom,” Amanda said as she reached for her voluminous purse which was hanging from her shoulder. She carefully placed the samara in her bag and took a step toward the door to the hallway.
Diane seemed to think Amanda’s suggestion about leaving seemed a rather perfect idea. She had not liked the feel of the building since the moment they had parked in the parking lot and looked up at the imposing brick structure. It was hard to imagine people had actually been kept here, both voluntarily and involuntarily, while they were being psychologically evaluated or studied. She followed Amanda into the hall and matched her pace as they walked back to the elevator.
They left their visitor badges with the unfriendly receptionist and walked out the front door. They both took a deep breath in relief as they exited the building and crossed the parking lot to their rental car. There was an uneasy sense which both of them could feel even as they were getting farther from the building.
Amanda dug the key out of her purse and brushed her finger against the samara as she did so. She received another burst of energy, more intense than a static shock, but not painful. It was more surprising than anything and she swiftly grabbed the key and withdrew her hand. She clicked on the remote to unlock the doors even as they were still approaching the economy class car.
As Amanda dropped down into the driver’s seat, she tossed her purse onto the back seat. She put the key in the ignition and started the engine before she even had the front door closed. As soon as she saw her mother’s door shut, Amanda shifted the car into reverse and backed out of their parking space. The sooner she left the premises, the better she would feel.
She pulled onto the main road leading away from the asylum and drove without any regard for direction for a good five minutes. Suddenly she pulled on the blinker and turned off of the road.
Diane was shocked at the sudden change and gasped, “What are you doing, Amanda?”
“I needed someplace private, away from the asylum, to check out the samara a little closer,” she replied even as she pulled into a parking space and turned off the ignition. Amanda had chosen a small playground in which to stop the car. She reached back and pulled her purse into her lap.
She did not want to risk any further revelations from contacting the crystal with her skin so she folded the bag down until the sun sparkled on the smooth surface of the top of the skull. Something had been nagging at her mind since she had first touched the stone. If her husband were correct, then she could find out who should be the correct owner of the samara by checking the color of the aura surrounding it.
She looked down on it in concentration. As her mother-in-law, Nena, had instructed, she focused her thoughts around the object instead of staring directly at it. Within a few moments, a rainbow of color shimmered from the surface and then one color dominated all the rest: vibrant green.
Amanda nodded confirmation of her original idea, and closed her bag back up over the crystal. She returned the purse to the back seat and started to reach for the key still dangling from the ignition.
“Wait a minute, Amanda. Before we go anywhere, I want you to answer some questions,” Diane spoke suddenly.
Amanda was surprised by her mother’s outburst. In actuality, she had been so focused on the samara she had forgotten how much of this story her mother still either did not know or did not comprehend. She had to spare some time right now to help her mother understand so she would remain an ally. “Sure, Mom. What do you want to know?”
“What did you do just now?” She had not planned on asking that question first, yet it was the first thing which came out of her mouth so she had to go with it.
“I was checking to see what color of aura this stone has.”
“You can see auras now? Since when?” Diane began and then interrupted her own question to ask, “Wait! Do you have another stone?”
“Yes. Riccan had one handed down through his family line from the seventeen hundreds. Then, together, we found another one on our trip to New Orleans. With the addition of this one from the asylum, we have found three of the thirteen.”
Diane simply nodded as she added this new information to all she had recently assimilated from reading Amanda’s diary. She was still trying to wrap her mind around the idea of there being an alternate plane of reality on Earth which was called Tuala. Amanda insisted she had met people there while she had been in a coma for seven years.
Then when she had finally awoken, she had found Riccan who was someone whom she said she had met in her dream. The facts about Riccan had been too accurate to refute. Riccan admitted he was from Tuala which verified all of Amanda’s ideas about her supposed dream. This was becoming quite complicated.
“What will happen when you find all thirteen?” Diane finally asked.
“You read the prophecy, Mom. We are going to follow what it says,” she said slightly annoyed because her mom could have such a hard time understanding all of this.
“Please tell me the prophecy again.”
Amanda sighed and then closed her eyes to remember it exactly before she spoke,
“From a far-away land,
There will come in time,
Intuition is in hand,
Strange details known,
With ties to the people.
From one of my own,
There will be a sign.
Those born to this one,
Will transform all.
Lucinden will pursue,
Elders will fall,
Then all made new.”
Diane stared at her for a moment before she said, “I don’t see how the skull thing fits into the poem.” She looked into the back seat uneasily as she spoke about the samara.
“To be honest, Mom, neither do I. When I met with Jehoban, He told me to use my intuition to solve the riddle. I had a hunch about room 426 at Cannon Memorial Asylum being so specific in my dream memory. The idea led me to find this samara. I think if Riccan and I can find all of the stones, then we will be one step closer to solving the mystery.”
Amanda waited several minutes to see if her mother had any more urgent questions before she said, “I think we should start driving back to Charlotte. We have to catch the 8:15 flight this evening to get back to Miami. We still have just over two hours of driving before we get to the airport. Can you ask me questions while I drive?”
Diane had too many ideas rushing through her brain to ask any coherent questions so she merely nodded consent.
Amanda started the car and navigated her way back to the main highway. She followed the signs directing her to Charlotte. Because they were on a long stretch of road, Amanda knew her mother would start in with the questions again. Normally she would expect such a grilling from her father because of his inquisitive nature, but her mother needed reassurance that Amanda was going to be okay in this strange, new journey.
“So who exactly is Jehoban?” Diane asked in the silence.
“He is the one we call God. He lives on an island He calls Acaim. We call the same island Jamaica.”
“And you believe this to be true?” Diane could not help but feel it was sacrilegious to speak of God so flippantly.
“I do, Mom. I’ve met with Him personally,” Amanda said as she glanced away from the road to assure her mom of the truth of her statement.
“So what does He look like?”
Amanda chuckled as she recalled having this same conversation with Riccan a few weeks before. “He is indescribable. When you are with Him, you know it is He. As soon as you are away from Him, you forget every detail you promised yourself you’d remember.”
“Okay, that’s odd,” Diane had to admit. “So who is Lucinde
n then? I read where you mentioned him a couple of times in your journal, but I was never clear who he really was.”
“He is the devil. He used to be one of Jehoban’s angels, but he decided he could do things better with the people if he told them what they should do for him. Needless to say, Jehoban wanted His people to retain their free will, so He banished Lucinden and all of the other angels who believed as Lucinden did from Acaim. They usually stay to themselves and only come out every once in a while to stir up trouble and strife.”
“From the sound of the new prophecy, Lucinden will make a play for power. Are you sure you want to get yourself involved in something which takes the devil head on? I don’t think this is such a good idea, Amanda. Why don’t you leave this up to the people of Tuala?” Diane shivered to think of her daughter pitting herself directly against the devil. She could not see any outcome where her daughter would win against such a powerful source of evil.
“In case you hadn’t noticed, Mom, my daughters and my husband are the people of Tuala. This directly affects their futures, and by extension, my own as well. I can’t leave this to chance, not when Jehoban told me I was the key. I have to try, Mom. Surely you can understand.” Amanda gripped the steering wheel harder to try to contain her rising anger at her mother’s reluctance to see she had no choice in this matter.
“Tell me more about Barla, then. You wrote about her being my long-lost sister. Do you think it’s true as well, or just a fabrication of your dream?” Diane wished with all her might for her sister, Barbara, to still be living even though she had been presumed drowned back when she was a teenager.
“I asked Jehoban about my relationship to Barla. He confirmed she is actually my Aunt Barbara. Can you think of why she would have changed her name?” Amanda had always wondered.
Diane smiled at a childhood memory and nodded as she replied, “When I was really little, I used to call her Barla because it was easier to say than Barbara. The nickname stuck, but only within our house. At school and everywhere else she went by Barbara. I can only imagine she was homesick when she said her name was Barla.”
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